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I am afraid of pain.
Not of my own, no, I know that pain like kin.
I’m afraid of hurting others.
So much so I can not look one in the eye when passing down a hall,
For fear I may discomfort them by looking to deeply,
I’ve studied how best to act,
How to be unnoticed save as a gentle breeze to comfort.
I can not bare to be like my father, with his heat and anger.
But there is a monster inside me.
I feel it every day.
I want to bare my teeth and fight.
I want to lose control and hurt those who injure others so deeply.
This monster slumbers, raising head only when stories are told,
For yet have I been witness.
It is easy to miss things when you can not leave your own mind.
I am a fool, and I anger, or perhaps hunger,
And I want to hurt people who have broken those closest to me.
If only I knew where they lived.
But I am afraid.
I am afraid of the pain I might bring.
I am afraid of my father, whose blood I unwillingly share.
And of the monster who has yet to open its eyes.
I can not bare to be like him.
But the serpent whispers.
Some don’t deserve to be spared.
I am not a good person, I am a broken one,
With a wish for revenge and no where to direct it.
For my father is dead, but the beast of human cruelty still lives.
Even within me.
This, I fear the most.
Not of my own, no, I know that pain like kin.
I’m afraid of hurting others.
So much so I can not look one in the eye when passing down a hall,
For fear I may discomfort them by looking to deeply,
I’ve studied how best to act,
How to be unnoticed save as a gentle breeze to comfort.
I can not bare to be like my father, with his heat and anger.
But there is a monster inside me.
I feel it every day.
I want to bare my teeth and fight.
I want to lose control and hurt those who injure others so deeply.
This monster slumbers, raising head only when stories are told,
For yet have I been witness.
It is easy to miss things when you can not leave your own mind.
I am a fool, and I anger, or perhaps hunger,
And I want to hurt people who have broken those closest to me.
If only I knew where they lived.
But I am afraid.
I am afraid of the pain I might bring.
I am afraid of my father, whose blood I unwillingly share.
And of the monster who has yet to open its eyes.
I can not bare to be like him.
But the serpent whispers.
Some don’t deserve to be spared.
I am not a good person, I am a broken one,
With a wish for revenge and no where to direct it.
For my father is dead, but the beast of human cruelty still lives.
Even within me.
This, I fear the most.
Literature
Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
Literature
On The Threshold of Creation
Daughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.
In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will
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Suis-moi
suis-moi en bas
en bas
en bas
permettre aux chaînes de rentrer dans ta peau
suis-moi dans l'obscurité
l'obscurité
l'obscurité
donne-moi ta main
suis-moi à travers les plantes grimpantes
les plantes grimpantes
les plantes grimpantes
les plantes grimpantes sont le sumac grimpant
boire mon poison,
mourir avec moi
suis-moi
suis-moi
suis-moi en bas
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'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there. - Emily Bronte
All hollow servile insincere
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there. - Emily Bronte
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