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FamilyFeathers falling with frosted raindrops chasing close behind; a mother raven leading her children cries out mournfully to her young. “Follow close behind, my babies, for the storm is close at hand!” “We are mother, but the wind is strong against us and the rain—it hurts our skin!” The three young birds struggled bravely against the war-torn sky, the jagged rain drops pelting the soft new skin of the hatchlings. “My children follow me; I see a tree where we could take refuge.” The mother raven circled down moving with the shifting winds, her youngest son, impetuous in his youth dove straighFamily
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UntitledThere are times, in the day When the sickness sweeps over me.Untitled
You know those moments, for they are many and they bring you to your knees- These moments, For me, Are a pull in my stomach,
and a tender ache in my chest. I feel, during these moments, as if I am lost. My sense of direction is numbed,
and I start to spin.
The room grows hot Then Cold And the heat sets in again
My eyes dim, My vision blurs, And everything that was once there vanishes Replaced not with darkness, but with fear.
There are times, in
by =IcyNight
After the Night -revised-Echoes After the night Before the sun Opposite of twilight Beneath the velvet sky Across the timid sea From the stars on high To the running mediocrity For all those whom muse Amid the torrid waves Outside the box of consciousness Throughout the land of sacred thoughtAfter the Night -revised-
I still see the reflections, Ghosts, Staring at no one. Shining cold on bleak waters As we walk down the ocean shore The primordial waters crawl With a sickness Resonating clearly from yesterday Wounded words tremble The weight of pain stinging &nb
by =IcyNight
Nightmares and DreamsThere is no nightmareNightmares and Dreams
More potent than an memory There is no Dream
More fearful than a moment gone by Dreams crumble into dust Giving way to nightmarish memories Fantasy becomes the gateway, the portal. As people- Locked in wooden crates, Floating fiercely among the torrid waves Closed to all outside Bringing themselves by unseen force To a land where nightmares Are
But memories And dreams are the life we lead.
by =IcyNight
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The Documented HeartThe documented heart bleached white, a speared lung-tree gestating soft air, and a painted face thought forgotten to the past.The Documented Heart
Autumn finds a home in her eyes, dainty crosshairs carved in pearl, and a string of gutted fish to load yet before he is done.
Figures, never meant to straighten curves, turn traitor for the virgin tryst, unclothing each other in pained speed all eager hands busy.
The tide carries the heavy love out to sea, the strength of hands that curled beauty hauling rope, and the roughness of threading and setting sail
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Nothing you say can save me. Nothing you do can take away this pain. Everything you've done has caused it. Everything we know is wrong.
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