It has been drawn to my attention that it has been a very long time since I put any
'artsy poems or s**t'
in this journal.
So.
Here's the overload.
Most of it's about nothing in particular, except for one that was made for
um.
someone.
back when I was afraid to fall in love with him.
and one for the boy
who made me sick.
Fists in the air
I want to hear you scream
Scream like I do,
and smile like I do,
Because I am the cause
of this elation
This crest of euphoria
from my devoted.
Revel in every sweet sensation
The trickle of sweat
down the back of my neck
From the harsh lights
My throat raw
I reach out to you
I kneel to you
And you delight
in my delight
My slow smile
My cry to you
'Make some ******** noise!'
My hands at my mouth
cupped around my voice
Let it pour out!
Let it drown you all!
Hey, darlin',
Let's forget about you and me and love
and all those beautifully useless words tonight
Let's just scream together
lock hands on the hillside
rage at the stars for being
so high and mighty
while we're still stuck down here.
Let's break all of Newton's laws
and rise up against gravity.
Oh, darlin', don't be afraid
You just need to learn
That nothing in life is painless.
But tonight might be just like
heaven.
Because nothing you can say will change
the way I feel today
Nothing you can write will change
the way I feel tonight
So say it, say it to me, give it away with all your
pain and rage.
I'll forgive you yet,
I'll embrace you,
Hold you tight
let the flame wash over us
And drown us in fire
We'll be together
Never again be apart
Ashes encircling your
blackened tin heart.
Tonight
I will clothe myself
in finest turpentine
Upon my skin
will flower a garden
A jungle--
to grow without fear
of winter's embrace
Grow without fear
of frost and freeze
Grow--
Upon my skin
For my eyes alone
You trace my lips each night
as I lie in your arms
You cold hands search for a crevice
a crack, a flaw in my mask
In which to touch warm flesh
yielding to your corpse limbs
Living skin, unmarred
In which to bury your fingers
until bone touches bone
and I awake, screaming.
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Daevyr's Log: Titles Are Overrated
It's just a place where I keep thoughts or images that I want to be able to find later.
When the moon is full, I turn into a werewolf and I eat people.
I grow fangs and claws and an appetite for flesh.
I am writing a book
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of love poetry.[/size:08e4a7e065]
I grow fangs and claws and an appetite for flesh.
I am writing a book
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of love poetry.[/size:08e4a7e065]
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I am an envious fool...
And a curious little pest as well about those private little journal entries you've got hidden away.