tantric-muse

A midnight black and gossamer light. The ultra-violet’s silver bright. Stars shine down a bluish white. But something doesn’t feel quite right…The stones are washed in blackened blood. Raging fires sweep the mood. Glittering dew among the wood. But something out there isn’t good…A heart beats sadness in the dark. The nightingale sound like the lark. The lonely plains have gotten stark. A shattered spirit wrapped in bark.

there are days i laugh to keep from crying, days i don't even feel like trying, and those days i see you smiling face remind me that everyday has it's place. the road to life is long and winding, and our decisions, to it, binding. i wish that you would hold me tight and tell me everything's all right. in your hands, my heart you hold, beating slower, growing cold, now warming up, now changing speed, my love so dead, the pain i need. the days pass by us all too fast and leave us wearing the falsest mask. i try to laugh and see the light and i see you, holding tight. now the days leave us, alone, ansd still your arms i call my home.

my time has come, please hold me tight. without your love, i'll not win this fight. my time has come, my judgement stands, please take my heart, please hold my hand.

everyone knows the story of peter pan.  the boy who refused to grow up.  but, though he refused to grow old, he could not stop the aging of his body.  by the time he had turned 16, he was beginning to feel a little out of place.  and he was at least 20, now.  but he still enjoyed playing with the other lost boys.  though he aged in body, he never aged in spirit. but only her docters know her story.  deidre rockwell.  age:17.  parents died at 15.  alone in the world.  she had been the daughter of a wealthy business owner.  deidre found that the only way she could be happy since her parent's deaths was to retreat to the shadowed corners of h...

i wish that my life could stay like this forever. locked in a lover's embrace, nothing can ever go wrong. i wish i could stay here forever, in your arms your heart beating in time with mine. your sweet breath warming a trail down my back your soft hand traces circles around my stomach teasing the tender flesh under your skin. your touch burns away at me eating away all the negative, leaving me with only the best of myself, always with the best of you. i wish we could stay here forever, the grass warm beneath our bodies, your arms tightly around my, wrapping closer as the iced wind tries to part us, tries in vain, your arms wrap tighter. th...

She was created by the darkness, from the death-like swirls came her personality, her face, everything she is, was, will be, and never has been.  All will be touched by her, have been touched by her, will never know who she is, only as a vioce, a shadowed figure slumped in the corner. She has been calloused by harsh words, bruised over and walled in to protect all that may once have been hurt, and still she loves them all, loves to the point of a bitter hatred.  And she wrote.  Any who knew her, know her, have seen her write, a small notebook never leaving her sight, her hand constantly cramped from tightly holding the pens, scribbling mea...

now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the earth my body keep. in death all seems a beauty rare, towords the future, blindly stare. within my heart is one make two, within my heart i see only you. your face a pale gray ashen tone, no longer call i your arms home. the guilt i feel is killing me slow, my heart is dying, this i know. if only you could know my pain, if only you could feel the same. my heart is broken i confess, but i'm the one to start this mess. if i should die before you wake, i pray the earth my body, take. i only want to make you smile, even if only a while, i know not what my heart cries for, when i see you at the door. leave...