My Writing(s)

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Written awhile ago, more may come later:

Crash. Smith and Wesson tear apart the vital linen,
the aural warning too late to find Regret,
Jupiter’s rage sunders the stoic, hopeless defender,
the serpent strikes swiftly, the lead venom killing the creator and the victim of such folly.

Burn. My hands lose grip of Peter’s grasp, his tears boil upon my skin,
I plummet into the infernal tempest, the Beast’s cruel chortle echoes triumphantly,
Lucifer’s encompassing, gnarled hand drags me through fields of nightmares,
I abandon all hope entering here, as I am slowly consumed within Lucifer’s maw.

[Pony]

Dude, I like this a LOT!! Not sure I understand all the references, but still powerful words. Keep the writing-God at work.

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1:

The Arbiter’s wrath weighs heavily upon me...
I shout out her name, fleeting away she goes upon the wind.
She only now becomes truly deaf, wishing no longer to hear
I try to explain, but she only turns her back to me.

Death would be a painless fate to me now.
The Dove’s light diminishes, the Ravens herald doom.
It was her choice to walk the path of damnation.
What suffering must I endure to appease the insatiable?

Bel canto, such a beautiful voice now only wails.
Does she know running away will cause only greater pain?
O Hell! Where are your raging fires to thaw Janus’ icy grip?
We were once Venus and Vulcan sculpted into immortality.

Of what fear is there to run from?
If sacrifice is a crime, then I am most guilty.
Words are meaningless devices in your irrational tempest.
Without you, a needless chasm breaks open my heart.

You cry but no longer produce tears, only a pool of regret.
We bathed ourselves in iniquity, now Lucifer bellows out his call.
Our pact and eternal obligation draw near.
Was it not a deal with the devil in the first place?

I wished for fire, but now I seek soothing rain.
Carrying Atlas’ burden for you was wrong.
It’s time for the tortured black Rose to die.
I still clutch to its thorns, reminiscent of times bittersweet.

A fool’s quill runs dry as he tries to answer ‘What if?’
There is no cure for the unforgettable pain once inflicted.
Who was this Master of Pain, shall remain unanswered.
Such loss can sometimes turn to be the greatest miracle.

The forewarning which sang before us stands as a mocking testament
To defy fate now is to accept certain failure.
Lost time with lost love kills a vulnerable part inside.
Let there be no mourners and grievers for this fatal tragedy.

A new face has emerged through the window of endless sorrow.
I trod wearily toward the masked ascent to Heaven.
A voice rang like an angel’s; it would be word of the future.
She saved me from destroying myself, yet bears the ultimate trial.

…No longer shall I be forever lost…

2:

One day we will happen upon Destiny,
stonemasons work tirelessly to build the brick road of fate.
The choice of which path to take shall be easy even with a fork in the road.
The lost land of Eden shall finally be reclaimed,
and the unlucky thirteen will rise to their last night,
paying the overdue pennance of Caine's and Lilith's sins.

One could be a millionaire if paid for man's innumerable sins,
yet man will still aptly discover their sweet, luxurious Destiny,
even those whose black hearts are darker than night.
No longer reigns the one, who could damn them to painful fate,
though perfection will be a trait not reclaimed.
Strive forward lively! For we dwindle this stretch of road.

One great beam of light illuminates the empty tunnel down the road,
worldly atrocities are now meaningless, even man's greatest sins,
our newborn innocence that we were born natively with is again reclaimed.
We paid a greivous price for Eve's ignorance, but we are reinbursed with Destiny,
and made gluttonous with such a beautiful fate.
The open arms of universal immortality ascend us beyond the starry night.

Thirteen by thirteen, the damned are no longer Wardens of the Night,
they struggle to exist, blood their vitae, no longer is the easy road,
the thin bloods of beyond were heralds to the unspeakable fate,
cursed, they are, from the father of their fathers' sins.
Once embraced by the darkness, they lost their grasp of Destiny.
Their only hopes lie in the dying possibility that mortality be reclaimed.

It is a pity that those lost ages ago cannot be reclaimed,
their souls are entrapped in the beasts who roam the night,
standing against the Metsulahs is travelling a rocky road,
but even the Ancients fear the Spear of Destiny,
thrust into the Son who saved man from their sins,
sparing them from the ire of a painful fate.

That day of reckoning draws nearer, sparing no one of the fate,
another day closer to the sacred garden reclaimed.
The noble and the petty will be freed from their sins,
the feared Red Moon will emblazen the Final Night,
and we shall reach the end of the tumultuous road,
which will unite day and night together in Destiny.

Of something so uncertain, it is certain that we will reach fate,
and the days when we were pure shall be reclaimed,
we shall become exalted and no more shall man know sins.

[Claire]

Wow, powerful words. It's a bit cryptic for me in some places, but I'm a very literal person, I have a hard time finding meaning sometimes without concrete examples. So that's not a criticism, just a personal comment. (a limitation that I really hate about myself, btw). But it's beautiful to read, in this and even in your regular posts you are great with words.

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Black Widow crawls down your window,
no one takes it as a sign.
No one cares which way the wind blows,
it’s going to change your mind.

Every bone has been broken,
no one knows how awful it can be.
Every word has already been spoken,
I'm going to set you free

Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
I'm going to wait for you,
Oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
I'm going to wait for you.

Suicidal days, Suicidal, suicidal nights.
In a wheelchair, almost deaf.
You're going to pay the price,
you're going to change your mind.

Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
I don’t want to wait for you,
Oh, no.
Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
I don’t want to wait for you.

Did you hear the other voice?
Did you hear what he said?
Is it only when you’re lonely?
Will you stay here every day?
Is the lie justified?
It's a one-way door.
Will you fall right down on the floor, floor, floor?

Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
I won't wait for you,
Oh, no.
Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
I won't wait for you.

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Why do you still come around
after what you've done?
It just brings me down,
I can look, but not touch.

I don’t belong here,
I guess I never did.
You whisper murder in my ear,
you keep the plot so well hidden.

Anyone at all,
knew you were missing,
could see I was dying,
but no one was crying.

Whose lips you were kissing,
night after night?
While mine were bathed in blue,
and my skin pasty white.

Betrayer, betrayer, betrayer,
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done,
with you forever.

You were a quiet one,
one of the few.
So quickly you were on your knees,
Showing him what you could do.

You came by,
To see if I was well.
All you have to fear,
Is Wrath of Heaven and Pain in Hell

Anyone at all,
knew you were missing,
could see I was dying,
but no one was crying.

Whose lips you were kissing,
night after night?
While mine were bathed in blue,
and my skin pasty white.

Betrayer, betrayer, betrayer,
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done,
with you forever.

[Valkyrja]

UAU!!!... that's yours, Wind!? Pretty and sad, but so beautyful!! Thanks for share it.

[kryptic]

Awesome bro! Keep em coming!

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1:

Try For the Sun (D. Leitch) [Adapted]

We huddled in the derelict building,
the dying girl and I.
We sat at the table together,
with rain and tears in our eyes.

And who would be the one
to say it was no good what we've done?
I dare anyone to say, anyone to say we were too young;
we were only trying for the sun.

Mirror, mirror in the sky
look what's happening here below.
Going our own ways is harder than you know,
give us a sign where to go.

And who would be the one
to say it was no good what we've done?
I dare anyone to say, anyone to say we were too young;
we were only trying for the sun.

Mirror, mirror in the sky,
looks what's happening here below.
Going your own way is harder than you know,
give me a sign where to go.

2:

I know I'm not wrong,
but with you I never seem to be right.
You're never satisfied with a simple answer,
you've always got to make it a fight.

It's like war whenver we speak,
we're up and down, back and forth,
why do we have to shout ourselves sore,
when all we're talking about are shades of grey.

I've got an entire army 'gainst me,
you've pinned me to a wall,
what else do you expect,
except for me to crash when I fall?

The Earth shudders whenever we're together,
we're up and down, back and forth,
why do we have to scorch our hearts black,
when all we're dueling for are shades of grey.

Now, I'm not saying you are wrong,
but who's to say you're right?
Why can't we make something bright,
and love instead of picking a fight?

It's like a thunderstorm when we scream,
we're up and down, back and forth,
why do we destroy that perfect dream,
when all we're dying for are shades of grey.

3:

Eternal nights alone, waiting for the moonlight to wane,
harsh words spoke, never meant to be said.
Her beauty was never seen, with these eyes grown sore,
now she's gone forever, I can't hold tears back anymore.

Looking outside my window, seeing people holding hands,
while mine are empty, because she's dead.
Endless days my heart has bled, and cruel thoughts entered my head,
sleeping alone is torture, in this empty bed.

4:

You're something worse than a liar,
You're a liar I believed.
I accepted you for who you were,
But it was a stupid mistake I see.

You're a rusty razor meant to cut me,
You were just a thirsty vampire that wanted to see me bleed.
You are more evil than the Black-Hearted Succubus,
That lure mortal men with their deathly tease.

I can't believe I fell into your trap with such ease,
A belated 'sorry' rips apart my flesh worse than your lies,
Days eternal I doted and died,
But it was your coup d'grace that finally killed me.

You're my greatest betrayer,
You've created more than a demon, you've hatched hatred in me.
Your evil has spawned and thrives insides me,
You made feeling love a lost item of luxury.

I hope you know I'm the best man you'll ever 'have',
You think you're free for a brand new start,
But my own revenge will follow you down to the grave,
My voice will continue to haunt you in your long years of age.

I hope you will live forever, so you will eternally suffer,
You've erased my Heaven and painted my Hell,
But listen closely, for I will live beyond you...
You 'dumb' b*tch, I've had enough, I'm through!

5:

We are the heroes of our own time,
but to the leaders of the 'Free World', we are terrorists.
All of these loud men create Democracy with their nations' fists,
and make it hard to trust the man mentioned on the Dime.
They call it a rule by the people,
so why have you crowned yourself, turncoat Napoleon?
You call us evildoers, but it is you the people shun,
leading a synthetic civilization, that depends on their tanks being full.
When your armies fight, they are on your holy Crusade,
when we defend our liberty, we're only inspiring terror.
Don't worry about our creed, like an old soldier it will certainly fade,
just remember your infancy when you were treated much the same.
An insurgent can't talk back if you're told not to listen anymore,
and his body plastering the road, is just a pawn in your thoughtless game.

[Valkyrja]

Espectacular!!! (dont know the word in english!).
Wind, really wonderful.
It's based on a personal experience?... a Love/Hate relationship (I experienced that kind of relationship "centuries" ago!!... So, I understand it)

[Claire]

I'd also like to know the story behind that. But of course I know you won't tell us. Fascinating anyway, and the 2nd stanza rather reminds me of my own situation at times.

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1:

(Don't take this the wrong way)

Desire of the fate,
desire of the weakness,
desire of the pain,
desire of the incomplete whole...

Such heroines are hard to find,
those who find sweet,
in what others find sour,
they call themselves 'devoted'
to the end, to the end,
to the end of time.

Desire of the stigma,
desire of the shunned,
desire of the unlikely,
desire of the unchosen few...

The uncommon wish shrouded in mystery,
these unlikely few well hidden,
their enemies, history and ignorance,
they call themselves 'devoted'
to the end, to the end,
to the end of time.

*****

2:

They look at the outside,
for many that's quite enough.

This weathered exterior,
it has been worn quite rough.

Those who can't see,
tell me to stay tough.

...and the interior pains,
but not so much anymore.

No one's quite powerful,
to scour this heart further sore.

Others see one thing,
but a few know it's so much more.

Those suicide days dimmed
to suicide nights.

Many tell me to bend to the other will,
but I still keep fighting those fights.

Not resting from daily toil,
until I reach the highest heights.

[georgia]

Believe me, this is not taken the wrong way. You said it. You get it. It's such a relief to be understood.

[BA]

Wind, this is a beautiful piece of work and I take it all the "right" way. Thank you for the tribute. You DO get it.

[Valkyrja]

I'm wordless, Wind. It's incredible beautiful and amazingly correct. Thanks for the poem