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My dementor soul
my kiss leaves you dry
and loveless
should've stayed away
don't tell me you wanted this
Raw anger excites my need
for real emotion and passion
unjust cuts drip
an unhappy drink
Can you heal me?
I live by superstition
a bible implanted in my consciousness
I find the metaphysical
Surreal truth
and laws physics can't make
limits my own heart can't break
I must sound insane when I say
"I just have a feeling"
My life is made this way
I'm listening to the vibes in your voice
and your feelings my gut eats
and I know I never want to see you again
my kiss leaves you dry
and loveless
should've stayed away
don't tell me you wanted this
Raw anger excites my need
for real emotion and passion
unjust cuts drip
an unhappy drink
Can you heal me?
I live by superstition
a bible implanted in my consciousness
I find the metaphysical
Surreal truth
and laws physics can't make
limits my own heart can't break
I must sound insane when I say
"I just have a feeling"
My life is made this way
I'm listening to the vibes in your voice
and your feelings my gut eats
and I know I never want to see you again
Literature
Death Metal
I might just
explode.
it's pretty nearly not impossible any longer if you know what
I mean.
maybe I'm just a rambling, tumbling soul;
cascading through the brambles.
But I've always kept my thorns close.
they cut to the soul more quickly
in the event of an emergency.
you know?
But that's not the path that is wise.
I know it's not the wisepath.
but when my heart is knocking on the front door
pounding away like it was born to be
a drummer in a heavy metal band
and not this stupid organ
that moves a puppet through it's motions,
when every fiber of my being screams to be saved and drowned all at once
screams to tear down the plastic wrap facade
Literature
For a Beloved Friend, A Blessing and Funeral Poem.
When the road you walk is dark and shadows fill your dreaming head may there always be a glow upon your path ahead.
And may you always hear, even in your hour of sorrow, the placid singing of the spirited lark.
When times call for hard work and perseverance never may your heart nor soul turn to stone.
And may you always remember:
When the shadows fall and bog your path you do not walk alone.
May love and laughter always lighten your days, warm your heart and your sense of home.
May good and truthful friends be yours wherever it is you roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world with a joy that long perseveres.
May all life's passing seasons
Literature
Memoria in aeterna
To say that Cassandra was an influence on my life, is like saying the ocean is big. Such simple words cannot convey the vastness, the complexities, and the intricacies of who she was to me.
She was so large a part of my life, that with the naivety of the young, I assumed she would forever be there. She was an unchanging force from my childhood, a rock through my youth, and a friend in my adulthood. It still seems hard to fathom that she is gone.
I want to tell you who she was to me:
She was my inspiration. I remember watching her draw, and swallowing up every pencil stroke. I'd ask questions, and she'd slowly go over lines, telling me the
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I don't know why I wrote about my love compared to a dementor, but I kind of like this piece
I try listening to my gut first, but I think too much...
I try listening to my gut first, but I think too much...
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