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Evry woman is the 🌙

Evry 👨 is the Sun

Who is the Eternal One


Arent 🇺🇸 All


And if We are Eternal

Why is it that we Fall



So Listen Closely
And,
Hear Me Still

We Are One
No need to Fear
Let Us Become One

Thru the many seasons

Thru the many years

             I 💘 U
I

   Love

You

For everything you are

What you have done

To and for me

What can you

Become

When all Earth's pleasures

Are both taken away and fulfilled

Because I am the 🌙

In all her phases

Don't be afraid.

I'm still here

For you
So know this my Cousin

Even tho we fight we laugh and bleed
Our Self dry

But it's alright

Why

Because were one


I'll love you forever
I'll 👍 you for always
As long as youre living
My 👶 you'll be

I love you

Love
Inneira
Maja Oct 2020
I took ten lives
to save a thousand

I lost a battle
to win a war

To hold up the halo
I got my horns,
because I cannot take the rose,
without taking all its thorns.
Does the end justify the means?

Well,
can the means justify the end?
Patterson Jun 2020
I would claim that I've been lied to
say that I have been wronged
tell you that I didn't deserve it.
But I did.

I was born with hooked claws
and sharp teeth. Black eyes
and a scaled hide
the chains around my neck clink and tap
against the spines I've grown
If you look close enough I'll sprout horns
perhaps lightning will crackle
in the corners of my mouth.
Can you see me for what I am?
A miscount, a fatal error
something bound for hell mistakenly wrapped
and hidden in human skin.

I still smell like smoke, and I still taste like war
I deserve no mercy and kindness will **** me.
What a stupid thing I have been,
to convince myself that I was anything other
than a car crash and a hurricane
In human skin.
My sin was to love and break with the same hands
to admire that which I would defile
and to trust those who promised sanctuary.
Under the guise of friends
they penned my story,
gave me my name, cast my role:
A Villain
A devil
And so I'll stretch my blackened lips
run my tongue over my teeth
and smile with the tears running down my cheek.
"hail satan"
March 28th and already I wasn't feeling like myself. Already I was feeling like I deserved to be treated this way. Unlovable and dangerous. But now it's June 18th and I'm beginning to accept that making a mistake doesn't make you a monster. Needing help doesn't make you an inconvenience
Dylan McFadden May 2020
Behold the dreadful Horns of Red
The Beasts who trample o’er the dead
Who roar and gore and raise their heads
In challenge to the One who bled –

The One who willfully was pierced
Whose will is strong, whose love is fierce
Who crushes Altars men revere
That they may see through their veneer

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annh Oct 2019
You tilted your halo at me,
While I was polishing my horns,
A twinkle in your eye,
A prayer on your lips;
I can resist anything except temptation.
Can you?

‘There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.’
- Mark Twain

The penultimate line is borrowed from the playful and flirtatious character of Lord Darlington in Oscar Wilde’s comedy of manners, ‘Lady Windermere’s Fan’.
Growly Wolfus Aug 2019
I was born into this, something I never wanted.  And all of my life, I've been running, hunted.  We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes.  You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake.  I am the sole survivor, the last of my race.  I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate.

You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean?  The only monster I see is you.  Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through.  Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few.  Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me.  Stop lying to yourself.  Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely?  Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit.  Why can't you understand?  Monsters have feelings too.

Though, it is too late to go back to peace.  The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me.  And now, I will never be free.  I'm forever running from your conceit.  I have done nothing to bring you to this.  I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss.  I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed.  I have to hide in caverns deep.  In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep.

I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before.  My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars.  In anguish, I roar.  My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn.  I've given up on living any longer.  It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
This is my first rhyming storyline.  It stemmed from a thought I had.  "Who are the real monsters in our world?"   let me know if you like it.  I don't know if I should finish it.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3290949/a-monsters-feelings-part-two/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3302905/a-monsters-feelings-part-three/
SMS Jan 2019
The devil took control of your mind
The mixed signals blurred all the lines.
He became your pink soft lips
Spreading his evil into my mouth.
Your fingers no longer caressed but pierced
The flesh of my arms and face.
Still I stroked your horns tenderly
And polished your pitchfork with obedience.
Light House Dec 2018
He sat up in bed. He couldn’t sleep. He always had trouble sleeping. He filled the gap with thinking ..a lot of thinking.
He thought so much; it became hard to tell if he thought because he stayed up or if he stayed up because he thought so much. Regardless, he understood he was up against years of bad habits. He would have to somehow reverse a lifetime of poor sleeping patterns if he was to find the comfort he sought.  He would have to quiet his mind by going back into the past and silencing his demons. They would have to be put to sleep before he could get any proper rest himself.

“What makes a demon?”

He wondered such things as shadows danced and stretched across his bedroom.
What looked like horns rose up on the wall behind his bed. He stayed sitting up for the rest of the night till morning came and the shadows vanished, including his “horns.” ..It didn’t matter though. They vanished; they weren’t vanquished.
No habits were broken or reformed.
Night would return. Day would end. Nothing had been solved. He had spent the night thinking and obsessing. He was exhausted: easy prey.  &, soon...
those shadowy horns would be back to finish the job.
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