Scraps

Scraps are random bits of terrifying, mad, and frankly disturbing bits
of poetry. I don't exactly know where they come from-they just bug me
until they get written down.
They are pretty awful, in my opinion.

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The beast in my soul rages
The words churn him up
Give him power over me.

They give him friendly names
Like Short Temper.
But it does make it any less destructive?

He tears at the bonds of friendship.
Slashes the ties of blood.
His firey breath licks at fresh hearts,
And turns them into hot, bitter ash.

The beast gorges himself
Feeds upon pain and chaos
Drinks down blood like wine.

Be careful child...
Pray and be meek...
For when the beast seizes your soul...
He will never, never let it go.
(...I think this is the best one)
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Human beings...
Bleed
And Scream
And Die.
That's all their good for.


She takes the pen, takes the dark ink. She writes on her skin, twisting vines and chains. She brands herself a new identity.





She
feels her heart beat, each pound bringing back memories of love. She
glimpses a prize she can never have. She lets her heart harden, tears
dry up.




She
watches the young man in her garden, some wicked bird of prey. She
listens only to her hardened heart's counsel. She licks her lips,
anticipation on them.




She frowns at him. She...She only wants him to laugh again, but her new heart says no. She licks her lips, worry on them now.




She
listens to him agree, shocked. She smiles, all she can do to keep it
thin-lipped and merciless. She struggles to remain her chains of
penance.




He
holds her close, offers the key. She struggles, her hard heart
struggles, but his soft grasp...She accepts the offer, they seal it
with a kiss.

The vines, they blossom
The chains, they break.
The Ice queen's crown is broken.
A Forever servant, becomes a Forever prince.

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The girl was senseless, curled over a young man. Her lover, maybe?
"Hey..."
"Yes?"
"You need to let him go....The boy is dead"
Thats when she got hysterical, letting out a strangled cry.



"NO! nonononono! Don't say that...He's only cold! Just needs to be warmed up..."



This
process went on for hours, and Roslyn noticed her replies grew slowly
duller and slurred. She blamed this on fatigue, and smiled.
If she waited long enough, the girl would fall asleep.



The girl suddenly dropped to the sand of the beach, as cold and lifeless as her companion.
Or was she? He groaned and stirred, eyelids fluttering open.
"Son of a gun."
"What?"



Never mind. He was obviously disoriented. She asked him a question though, before turning him over.
"Who was she?"
He looked over at the body, and shuddered.
"Sheila?"





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You cut through the daydreams I used to
shield my eyes.


Those cobwebs were your only hope.


They bound the beast
that lurks beneath this maiden disguise…


The flames of this world kindled him.


Borne him into this wretched soul, into this indigoI.


The dainty dreams were all I had of myself


Now there is No Syt….


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“If only!”


The pained fathers cry


“If I could only have her for a day…”


The Lord loves you,
Old man.


“Hello daddy”


Your little girl at
the window-pane


“Clara! Clara!”


Shivering tears at the
sight of blond hair


“I missed you too”


The grownup angel has
watched his pain.


“Please be real.”


Why do you doubt? Pale
hands twine around old ones.


“So I am, I promise.”


A comforting squeeze


“You grew up to be very beautiful “


Smile, twirl of a
green skirt.




“Thank you…”


Wrinkly spotted hands
embrace glowing face.


“You only have me for a day, you know. Don’t waste it with
compliments!”


Still my little
girl! Oh bittersweet joys, to have her
for one more day.


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Wouldn’t it be nice if all the sadness was taken away?


All the anger?


All of our negative emotions…


We would all smile


And notice the roses


There would be no more wars


Nothing more to do but fish, play with your grandchildren.





Why should we mourn your child?


Who would miss her?


Who would feel the loss?


Why should we get angry when they violate our rights?


Why would we fight for our freedom…


It’s foolish to feel!





The moral of this tale,


This point I’m trying
to drive


Is that


For us to be human,


For us to be truly happy


Joyful moments are only Joyful


Because we have sadness to define them


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Hiding in the shadows
Leaning against a door
Pretending I'm not afraid
That everything's alright
Playing the fool,hiding myself
I know what's behind the door
Darkness
Depression,rage
Dark fire licking at my soul
I hurt.
I hurt so much
Someday I'll have to turn around
Open the door
Fight the darkness,and be allowed to touch the light
I don't know why I don't try now.
Maybe I'm afraid.
I'm looking for someone to hold my hand, to lead me out.
Give me a touch of the light.
I'm looking for someone to love me.
Maybe I'm stupid
Hiding here in the shadows,trying to be ignored.
I guess I'm waiting for someone to find me.
But for now
Here I am.
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Goodbye
Hearts are such fragile things.
Easily broken.
When broken,they never become fully whole.
Beating with a shattered rhythm.
Pity the girl.
It has been broken so many times.
Her heart is a lopsided,monstrous thing.
A pained animal.
And when it breaks anew-
It unravels,and along with it,all the joy she had felt.
Her life becomes a ruined tapestry.
And so it has.
Good comes,however.
Only in this anguish,may she write poetry.
So this she writes
As a goodbye.
Goodbye.
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I think these mean that the zombies are gonna come and drown people and shoot them and stuff. >.> You're not a seer for nothing . . .

:3 I actually like them. They're good!

Heh.
I didn't know zombehs could operate guns....
XD
Well, thank you, shadoo.

Hmm, well, they probably can't. xD But maybe the ones we run into will be evolved or something.

:3 Swelcome.

Eek!

:3

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Please take me in your arms..
I'm so tired and you are so warm
The night is very cold
The night is very cold
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Running
Pain.
Pang.
The flames
It's not my fault
But do they believe?
I hold a gun out, and it shakes in my hands.
Shots ring out
But you can't hear them, can you?
The sonic boom.
Not till the final moment.
BANG!
You're dead.
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It feels awkward,
This conversation
A bit like...
Talking to the dark.
Where are you when I need you most?
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Help me!
Save me!
I'm but a damsel in distress.
Is there anyman brave enough?
Who can take the monsters of my mind?
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Lost...
Lost!
I'm Lost and Despairing
Where do I fit in?
It's not in this cramped universe
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Water running cool down my face
Filled to the brim with this water
Filled to the brim with memories of that bloody water.

Oh these cryptic ties of blood!
I scream my brothers screams as he lies
Limp, but not yet dead
In the water.

Help me!
I'm drowning!
Screams the pitiable girl.
The girl who's brother I killed.
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Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
Ding, dang, dong ring the mourning bells.
WAKE UP BROTHER!
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Spread the cloak on the table


Smooth down the greenery


The green, green memory of chasing down


White and Silver


Moth’s wings


The symbol of her glowing Child’s Hood.





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Warm and wet


A selkies neck


Running hands down his fur.


Gasping as he sheds it.


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Hush and Shush my child.


You know what lurks around the corner?


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I can see the broadened skies


In her green eyes


Laughing, Joyful, Taunting


Why are we running?


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Threads of whispery song


The strands weave through corridors


Of this house


Curiosity opens the door


To see an endless loop on a dead mans


Tape recorder.





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My life flows over my face


Cool like water, but much more…


Fragments of joy,


Glowing like fireflies.


Moments of tears, despair, fear…


Like the moment before.


Anger, Stupid fights-


Red like the dying sun.


I see now, how fragile this soul is


Yet how resilient.


I have not been broken,


Though often I have not been happy…


Though often I have not had anything.


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Five lines.


Of nightmarish text.


Of nonsense, babbles of a madwomen


(I love the sound of that word)


I am losing Life…


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Life is game that She played well.


Accepted everything good as good luck


And in so She was the luckiest woman on earth


But me?


Too absorbed in what is lost.


Too drunk on my own misery.


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How entrancing!


You totally, by your own efforts, beat me to death with poetry, Cat!

You're so amazing..! I'm stunned...

Wooooah. That was really awesome! Those paragraphs were supposed to go together, right?

Heh. I guess this isn't as bad as I thought.


Yup! They are the present story, while the poem bits are the past,Sheila's thoughts, and His thoughts.

Awesome. ^^

Whoaaaaaaa. o.0 Those are AMAZING.

Thank you.

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You cut through the daydreams I used to shield my eyes.
Those cobwebs were your only hope.
They bound the beast that lurks beneath this maiden disguise…
The flames of this world kindled him.
Borne him into this wretched soul, into this indigo I.
The dainty dreams were all I had of myself
Now there is No Syt….

(This one is a puzzle. Try and figure out what the bolded words mean!)

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Spread the cloak on the table
Smooth down the greenery
The green, green memory of chasing down
White and Silver
Moth’s wings
The symbol of her glowing Child’s Hood.

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Warm and wet
A selkies neck
Running hands down his fur.
Gasping as he sheds it.

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Hush and Shush my child.
You know what lurks around the corner?

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Aaaa! xD Those boldies confuse me.

Bwahaha!

Well, you can't take it literally...Some words belong in between them, they just aren't posted.

"Mehhhh," Shadow whined, shielding her eyes and laughing. "Great. That just makes it even more confusing! I think I'm sort of starting to sense the meaning . . . but even so, it's not exactly what it means, most likely."

So?

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I can see the broadened skies
In her green eyes
Laughing, Joyful, Taunting
Why are we running?
_)__)__)__)__)
Threads of whispery song
The strands weave through corridors
Of this house
Curiosity opens the door
To see an endless loop on a dead mans
Tape recorder.
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Trying to escape my self destruction
Those monsters create the pressure in my head
Blood flows freely
I feel faint, and rage filled all at once
Vengeful purpose completed
But then the tired yawning gap reopens
And I AM is swallowed in it.
(Ha! more bolded words of mystery)
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"Wait . . ." Shadow's eyes narrowed; she was peering very intently now at the poem. "What exactly is this 'syt' thingy?" She felt that, if only she knew that, the rest of the bolded words would become clear.

"Oh-ho!" She said, an impish grin lighting up her features wickedly
"Very good, apprentice."

"Oh no!!" Shadow moaned, throwing her face into her hands. "So you're being cryptic?" Even as she was whining, though, she was laughing. Life was like that for her; she was able to regard everything as fun, even when it was immensely confusing. Such as the bolded words.

"Aren't I always?"
She said, looking slightly annoyed. One of her pet peeves was people who didn't understand what she was talking about-Which was the main population of planet earth.

"Yes . . . yes, you are," Shadow agreed, smiling behind her hands. She removed them, then noticed that Mea was looking a little miffed . . . grinning sheepishly, Shadow scratched the back of her head. "Erm . . . sorry. I'm not really very good at this stuff."

"That's fine. I'm not very talented in the world of riddles either."

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“If only!”

The pained fathers cry

“If I could only have her for a day…”

The Lord loves you, Old man.

“Hello daddy”

Your little girl at the window-pane

“Clara! Clara!”

Shivering tears at the sight of blond hair

“I missed you too”

The grownup angel has watched his pain.

“Please be real.”

Why do you doubt? Pale hands twine around old ones.

“So I am, I promise.”

A comforting squeeze

“You grew up to be very beautiful “

Smile, twirl of a green skirt.

“Thank you…”

Wrinkly spotted hands embrace glowing face.

“You only have me for a day, you know. Don’t waste it with compliments!”

Still my little girl! Oh bittersweet joys, to have her for one more day.
_)__)__)__)__)
My life flows over my face
Cool like water, but much more…
Fragments of joy,
Glowing like fireflies.
Moments of tears, despair, fear…
Like the moment before.
Anger, Stupid fights-
Red like the dying sun.
I see now, how fragile this soul is
Yet how resilient.
I have not been broken,
Though often I have not been happy…
Though often I have not had anything.
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Five lines.
Of nightmarish text.
Of nonsense, babbles of a madwomen
(I love the sound of that word)
I am losing Life…
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Life is game that She played well.
Accepted everything good as good luck
And in so She was the luckiest woman on earth
But me?
Too absorbed in what is lost.
Too drunk on my own misery.
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"Oooh, I love the first one!" Shadow gasped, smiling broadly. "It's so sweet, and at the same time, sad . . ." Her smile faded as she got into the mood, and a sad sigh echoed from the werepire's mouth. "I think that's my favorite out of the whole post. But the others are good to!" The grin returned at that.

She gave her a slight smile
"Thank you. That one's m' favorite too"