Morning

tip-toeing back from the
edge of the earth,
I slipped on eternity
when it caught my eye –
I think they were yours,
the eyes that blinded me,
refracted my light and threw it back so
I shattered.

clumsy of me, I know,
but I was always the girl tripping
over yesterday, while you were caught
up in tomorrow.

you’d only write in
calligraphy and blood,
but I’d sign my name in
fingerprints on the bathroom mirror.

and the mist is fading now;
avoiding your gaze has
become our game,
but it’s hardly fair when you
won’t stop looking.

the room is spinning, still
you’re with me,
amazing, yes? but no,
because I’m not sure which way
is ‘out’ anymore.

tip-toeing back from the
edge of the earth,
I slipped on eternity –
they were your eyes that
blinded me (diamond-locked)
and
I shattered.

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"Every Morning"

Mornings with sounds of hatred
Coming through the thick walls
Seeps into my dreams
And destroys my fantasy
If I just stay with in myself
I can avoid the feeling of betrayal

When they look at me
Its just like a bad dream
Everything becomes so real
That I can't stand it much longer
I need to escape
Where they can't find me
Inside that space around me

The doors slamming to
Make me jump
Holes in the walls from fists of rage
I can't fall asleep fast enough
To leave this place
I can't live like this I'm leaving goodbye

I'm never hurt but only inside
Where the damage can take its toll
I feel I need you
But you make it hard to keep you
So many bandages I wear from your cold like solo
I don't wanna die
Just leave me alone

This is just a short one as I didn't really want it to be any longer. I haven't given it any structure as I feel using structure restricts me from thoughts. I just let my thoughts take me as far as they would with this piece of writing

Morning of day, morning of night,
let the rays shine, let the rays die.
Begin a song for me,
sing along with me,
I'll take you far away,
just please leave here with me.

Hand in hand, we look upon,
the beauty we become,
believe in me, care for me,

a dream is all I see.

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Morning already? No, can't be. I saw the sun peek up over the slanted roofs of my small nucleus neighbourhood. I sat with my back against the wall, clutching a tear-stained pillow. I still felt the fear in veins, my body shook all over. Thank the person upstairs for morning, if only they could give me more. The ground was bare of objects, but the dust clung to my bare feet. The only things that really sat on this old wood were my small being and the broken bottles in the corner. The ooze that dribbled from them now, had ruined my night, maybe more.

I'm hardly of drinking age, but I only do it because of friends. They offered me a bottle of the poison once in the field near school. I had only been there a few months, and these were my first friends in a long while. I wasn't going to pass up a chance of this. I took the bottle in my cold hands and let it flow down my throat, they patted me on the back. If only I had not been so desperate.

I heard the fumbling of the strangers downstairs, some I considered friends.
A long drunken drawl of words was exchanged between them, and a smash. I sat ridged. I didn't know if the lock on the door would hold. Morning brought light to me, but also woke them up. I told them last night I would stop drinking, it was hurting me. They looked at me sarcasticly, thinking I was joking. They pushed a brand into my face, and told me to "chug against Jason's bitch". She was tall and slender, with golden hair down to her small hips. I was frightened, so I gulp it down. After that I could only remember fractions of the night. All vivid against the background, all horrible.

As I sat spread across a crowded couch drunk, someone sat me up and asked me to take some paper. I obeyed without asking. A few minutes later they took the paper, I couldn't remember who it was, but there was drowsy laughing at my ears. A small white roll was shoved between my lips, it faintly tasted of nicotine. And a flame was added to enhance. And then that fraction faded.

Between the snippy fractions, were blurs, all dark and distressing. No light, no morning.

The next fraction, I was in a room, my room near the roof. There was screaming, and slurred words. I was leaning my head against someone's shoulder. I felt the violent press of lips on my forehead, but I didn't get up or see the person who kissed me. No familiarities. Bottles were broken, the smashes. They were screaming at me, I had stolen something, or someone. Like static, it waved in and out, sometimes vivid and other moments unrecognisable. I felt a large force to my head, and the violent shouts of others, and it was gone. All my thoughts of the night were gone, as tears swelled up. But morning was here.

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What will this morning bring? She wonders to herself how life as she knew it could have changed so much in such a short course of time. What brought her here besides a boat and a long carriage ride? To this place? With its expansive gardens and hundreds of rooms. Does God expect so much of her when she has been faithful always? She had wanted a simple life, never this! Fate, Destiny? What of it? In her 17 years of life she hadn't even thought it a possiblity.

There is only one thing that is real on this new morning as she winces against the fire like sensations left behind as a result of last nights couplings. She was no longer a girl. The womanly responses her body had illicted hours before were proof of that.Blushing madly, she threw the bedcovers over her head in disbelief.Had she really been that creature, responding to his advances so eagerly? Succumbing to his kisses on her warm flesh, memorizing the taste of his mouth on hers.

Not thinking it ladylike to recall such things she instead turned her thoughts to this room. Such pretty surroundings, a lovely mirror hanging above the delicate vanity, rich in endornment. Sumptious wine silks and shimmering pink sateens dressed her bed. Fit for a Queen.Yet they might as well be made of burlap and twine for they meant nothing compared to the life she knew before yesterday.

What had really mattered before lay so many miles away where it was still night, the light of day not yet carassing the rich lands of her home.Or was it the hands that had pawed then carassed her delicate skin that felt more homelike now. So confusing, so torn. She had hated them for making her come here.She was not ready to be married or for such duties. Until the vows were exchanged and the marital chamber was shared she had swore she would run away, scale the walls and disappear.

Then she saw his smile, held his hand, her betrothed . She agreed to the union.Then they shared the bedchamber as man and wife. It all was not so forlorn.She better get used to that part she decided for it surely won't be a one time thing.
Home, it was just a distant memory,but he had been more real than anything she had every experienced.

She arose from the bed, donning a gown of lilac that was left in a silken pile by the foot of her bed. She made her way to the mirror. The reflection she met was one of beauty, unchanged from yesterday or many yesterdays before. It was on the inside the changes and confusion lay. Where had the child gone, did she just disappear or will pieces of her still exist always?

Not even months before she had been learning needlepoint, and the fine etiquette expected of girls her age. But now, needlepoint seemed very unnecessary. There are other skills that shall be required of me now, she thought, again wincing.

She combed through the long tawny tresses that surrounded her porcelain visage. Still staring into the mirror at the violet orbs wanting to see a glimpse of the girl she was just merely weeks ago. An assurance that last night had not completely changed everything.From girl to woman to a mother, for it was certain that would be her fate very soon as that was the way these things work. Or so she was told just yesterday. What a difference from that morning to this one.

The sounds of life stirring the castle removed her from her thoughts. A knock on the door and he entered her chambers.She turned to him with an uneasy smile. A stranger mere days ago only last night something much different and welcoming he was. Divinely handsome, with large hands and a kind smile he had been with her in the most intimate of ways.

He surveryed her light gown through a long lashed gaze. Would he be kind this morning or would the effects of the ale he consumed far too much of leave him in a foul way?His eyes were dancing.Underneath his watch felt shy, exposed, so unsure of these feelings that crept throughout her being.Intrigued, yet frightened she grabbed the brush off the vanity. Recalling the literal mawling of last night,if necessary she shall defend herself.He cannot always take such liberties with a novice. He has to be nice.

Taken aback,the image of this beautiful creature holding the hair brush as a weapon gave rise to a chuckle.
"Why wife", he guffawed loudly, grasping her around the tiny waist and pulling him tightly to her, is that any way to greet the man who is now your King as well as your lover."

Suprised by the swiftness of his actions and the firm grip he had she lighty placed the brush back on the vanity. Admiring the reflection of their embrace in the mirror, she smiled again. Inspite of herself the resolve was crumbling. She was enjoying his touch.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, she managed to mutter while a high blush rose to her delicate cheeks as her mind replayed the details of the night before. She brought her lips to his and whispered,"Forgive me, for this morning I seem to need reminding that I am your Queen."

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If it looks like a skunk and smells like a skunk, it aint no kitty cat......

She wakes up in the morning,
Knowing that she is alone.
Her life is not worth living,
And her soul is not her own.
Knowing there's nothing left,
She runs the blade across her veins.
She knows that she is dying,
And that no hope remains.

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Sorry about that people. The guy next to me was messing with my computer.
Edit--> Kick his ass! ~GilMod

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Okay so this is kinda old, (ive already posted it in my thread before) If i have time to come up with something new i'll post it!

SUNRISE
I have found love again
Under my burning skies
And smouldering eyes
Of the moons that guide me

Through empty spaces
To the scent of your places
Covered in yesterdays tears and rust

I find you, my day star

A soul of ardour
Once dim, now shines brightly
My hallucinations melt away, lightly
My apathy dissolves, curiosity sparkling

Through deadened years
Your spirit now appears
Enclosed in past souvenirs and lust

I hold you, my day star

Feeding the fires of
My heart
I kneel down to you
I laugh

Searching
Reaching

I love you, my day star

We set our love ablaze
We slow dance in clichés
I find the strength to fly, I must

Burn the winter air
Burn my bitter memories
Be captured in my Aries
The place I dwelled so long


My day star
(Who arose in my heart)

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