Civil DutiesMy dear brother, I wish not to hold your neck under steel and blood boots. That is shared water under your veins and I do not wish to poke holes to which you would leak out, your last breath being my curse. My dear brother, Come join me so that we two can weather out the hail and rain, grey butterflies at full speed and we'd best get out the nets. Take my hand and my clothes so that we at least die as brothers. My dear brother, Your heart is hidden behind the smoking barrels. Remember that we, too, once wore shackles. We, too,
Rose Castle part I' I'm supposed do do what? ' Chiara had a shocked look on her face when she saw her parents sitting at the table. Very calmly as if they had just told her an everyday thing. ' Honey,we think it would be nice if you ot to know more people. There are many kids...' Chiara gave him a nasty look when he said that. She hated to be treated like a kid when she was about to be sixteen soon. Her dad noticed. ' okay,teenagers of your age there. ' She sighed and let herself fall on one of the chairs and looked at her parents. 'So you two decided to help me making new friends by sending me to a castle with sixteen other people of my age for three we
Angelic desire" Hi, babe." She heard a deep voice behind her breaking the quiet sound of raindrops falling to the ground ,splattering into small fragments refecting everything near them. The voice she craved to hear more than anything on earth... and heaven. Still it gave her hell that she had to fall for him, literally and figuratively speaking that is. " Damn, Rayden, would you do me a favor and stop doing that?" She looked around while she pushed him under a roof . He grinned at her as she looked furiously at his human form. " Don't you like it ?" She saw a sanguine glimpse in his brown eyes. It already looked familiar to her. &
Hatred is My Defense MechanismThe thirty-two extinguished cigarettes swimming in the cup of cold coffee beside me are not the only indication of your power. You are unaware that I have sat here for hours, watching smoke rise above my head in hopes that there would be clarity when it disappeared. Clueless, you sit at your glowing computer, smiling, laughing, flirting with beautiful women who find you charming based solely on the words you carefully choose and the images of other women, equally lovely, that you display as a tribute to your talent. You never knew that I longed to be those women. Unaware of the reason for my jealo
Cannon in DA man…a boy stood on a street corner, violin held to his chin and case open at his feet. The notes he played were long, and sad. From time to time, people would stop to listen, but no one would ever throw money into the case. When mothers with their toddlers would stop, the children would be to cry. And the boy would laugh. Because they could feel him. They could feel each of his notes skimming from the cold wood and deep into their soft hearts. One time, a girl tugged on the bottom of his coattails, “Mister…why is your music so sad?” The mother pulled her away, but the boy chuckled and replied, “Because it’
LoveI rise onto the podium. Across my belly I see a red war painting in blood, on my hair feathers of the lonely white birds of the islets. The jewellery of honorable deeds burns my neck, coldly and forcefully. I have threaded one tear of the expecting into the rosary, every time with one deathwish I have burned it black. And I have watched through the surface of the bead at the sea of yesterday, the ridges that surface in golden hues. I’m sitting on the cold podium like a greek goddess in its patron temple. I lean backwards and let myself fall as a sacrifice for the ravenous looks of the people. My heart is emitting rays with every pu
SafeA soft breeze silently touches my skin While noise around me increases Lies and backstabbing words fly around me Try to get me down in any way possible Causing people to see me as someone I'm not angry glances pass me by while I run to be in the safety of your strong arms Where nothing can harm me anymore
