| this piece seems to get the most love... my one work of prose, oh the irony! there is a poetry companion piece in my gallery, also titled "Fae" if you want to check it out as well |
| this piece seems to get the most love... my one work of prose, oh the irony! there is a poetry companion piece in my gallery, also titled "Fae" if you want to check it out as well |


BeastyouBeast
you are frightened of me
the rage a howling maddened thing rises in me again clawing at my insides demanding freedom
i am a beast with strength to crush your bones fast hands and faster temper a maelstrom within wild and reckless
stay back i can smell your fear
you recognize me the danger the darkness
the giddy violence in my eyes it rolls off me in waves warning you away you skitter like little frightened rabbits before my hunger and i laugh
i laugh &nb


Hungerstirs low in your belly waking a gentle uncurling of warmth and ache tonguing your insides with strokes of flameHunger
let me out.... let's play...
ignored suppressed it grows a sleek hot serpent of desire twisting in your middle little teeth prickling your spine burning unsteady fire whispering under your skin
i want...
denied caged it writhes a searing dragon of rage and need flailing inside you clawing its way up your backbone into your skull peering out of your eyes lig


Poisonblackened fire in my veins slowly dulls the crippled pain eats away the words, the thoughts just emptiness remainsPoison
passion drowned in cloying mist vengeance ebbed from bloodless fists desire, hope, and reason lost numb from our last tryst
bitter knots within my breast weariness deprives my rest lies and heartache like a knife stab dully through my chest
pasted smile is sunshine same but underneath the twisted game every heartbeat spreads new death the poison of your name


Past Considerations.I am the splash of ghost in your tea all your regrets in novel form your tears that resemble poetry and picture cards a picture burned, the ashes making homes in the crevices of your hands.Past Considerations.
Spill your blood Ill paint the walls Splinter your bones Ill build a fire Tell me you love me
Purgatory
SILA II| I'm a writer, and to some, that makes me less of an artist. To each his own, I suppose. I'm not here to gain exposure as much as I am here to discover and appreciate other artists and their beautiful work, and to receive constructive critique on my own. I am a very social person and I love discussion and things that make me think. Outside of dA, I am a student of aromatherapy, girlfriend of the sweetest, craziest man ever, newest teller at the Union Square, and a martial-arts lover who hopes to take up poi spinning...after getting her first paycheck of course. I am also a music FREAK (I think it goes where my blood should be), a movie buff, an avid reader, and a collector of knives, swords, and other sharp pointed objects, lol. My writing is almost always poetry; fictional, with a few slender strands of fact woven into its backbone. I tend toward darker, more fantastical themes, but I've written a little of everything. I focus on creating strong rhythms and lyrical, compelling lines with concrete word choices. My goal with every piece is for the reader to see and feel and taste that miniature world with startling clarity. Feel free to stop by my gallery...I will welcome visits and comments with open arms. Please enjoy! |
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I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I'll fight for what I love.
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Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Dragons,
For You Are Crunchy And Taste Good With Ketchup...
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I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I'll fight for what I love.
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"I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior. If you do too, then copy and paste this in your signature"
Duct-tape is like the Force; it has a Light side and a Dark side and holds the Universe together
Jedi are Ninjas!
~Your friendly neighborhood werewolf~
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