teach meteach me, teach meteach me
how to know
and scatter winters' virgin snow to pierce the darkness with the night and contradict my failing sight
Alpha GrimoireHe holds the crystal that you seek; from which, a beam of light shall speak and bring destruction with its lies, since words do echo naught but eyes. Behind a door, around the bend, inside a book, the world will end.Alpha Grimoire
ButterflyJanuary I met him in the hail, the sheets of pseudo-snow causing cold convulsions and shivers down my spine. Suddenly, the hail stopped and a shadow hovered over me. I heard a loud smack-smack-smacking over my head. "I thought you might need an umbrella," laughed a boy next to me. He held the umbrella over me; his own body drenched, his hair sopping in his eyes.Butterfly
April He showed me how to change through a caterpillar on a warm spring day. The fuzzy little creature crawled across my index finger. "You know it's okay to be with me he told me ," he t
The Volley of SirensThe sirens tear through the rain like a volley of arrows straight towards my window.The Volley of Sirens
I awake to the piercing feeling of falling and realize that this challenge has just begun.
The day progresses slowly and unsurely as I make my way through the tornado of flames and I will never extinguish but more so ignite into a torrential downpour of energy and heat.
A swirling vortex of what could and what is and what will be all mixed together into a cocktail I could always call love. I infect and clean at the same time. I am the Savior and the damnation of my own salvation and knowing such only makes it hard
The Dove Is LeftSummer now is gone, and the leaves stay their course towards the ground. Clouds in giant beast forms roar through the warmth of the sun, A chill arises in the night. A shadowy ghost in dark corners begins to see light. Streets are damp with lightning strikes and the warm glow of the earth.The Dove Is Left
Leave behind old torn shorts made from old torn pants with tears. We all beat our heads against desks for the new season has begun! Leave behind piles of mud and of cigarette ashes on edges of parapets, the lone dove in a sunset, perched on the last living branches.
Take flight and seek a warmer
Yes that's right, YOU!
You know what?
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