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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 8:27 pm
Alright, these are the ones you can't laugh at. (I'm serious, Selene.) These mean a lot to me...
This one I wrote after my horse dies. Yeah, it doesn't seem like a huge deal, but before I met Selene, he was the only on I felt safe talking to. He was my only "friend of the heart" so to speak...and when he was gone, I have to say that I cried for the first time since I was about two...
Gazing over the mass that had been him
Softly flying through wood and grass
Head and tail thrown up in passion
Silver-white hair caressed by the wind
Delicate head thrown up in pride
Wind whispers his name through his ears
Hooves drum his rhythm as he flies
Never touches the ground
Silver skin taunt against muscled chest
Bracken splatters make him glow
The Desert’s Legend, Drinker of the Wind
Whose name means hope and freedom
To the small girl clutched to his mane
Who stands over his mass, covered in a sapphire veil
Weeping
Wondering why he would never drink the wind again
Or hear the wind praise his name
Why he had been torn from them
From her
The hoof that had drummed his rhythm
Splays from the veil, to rest in the dust
Tenderly, the girl touches it and finds it cold
Cold as the wind that had carried them both
Crying, she wrenches away the sapphire veil
Sees his taunt flesh, over rippling muscle
Torn away
Holding a lock of his silver mane
That is caressed by the wind no more
Body is lowered through the ground he had mastered
Woman walks away, holding a glowing silver lock
To float upon the wind again
But it is not the same
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 8:30 pm
(This is the one Selen is going to make fun of me for...I know it)
She hasn't read this one.
This one I wrote when I was confused about myself. I'm a therian, a wolf, at heart, but I was considering that I might be something else (a horse) at the time. (Yeah, I refer to myself as a horse, a wolf, and a dead body in here...)
I also mention the want of religion.
I think I might have been on crack
Paws scramble on lacquered wood
Hooves drum on shattered stars
Golden halo shimmers overhead
Long lashes gaze upon perfection
Like an apple hanging just out of reach
The dark pulls on skin and hair
Protests drip from swollen lips
Ruby blood spills across the stream
Never good enough, am I?
Never to rest among the stars
Rejects, regretted, abandoned, forgotten
Shattered breast lay to sleep
Limbs heavy with clotted blood
Cannot reach what is so desired
Golden eyes flash in life’s flame
But put to sleep by mares-tails wind
Snakes below the grass uprise
Poison leaking into anything it can reach
Rejected, regretted, abandoned, forgotten
Lifeless, unmoving, no light, no return
Slip away, just slip away
(I also created a word! "Uprise" lol!)
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 8:33 pm
Lol...this is the first poem I ever wrote!!!
Blue skies
Butterflies
Balloons floating high
The devil’s got your name, boy
You just tell me why
And this one I wrote after the whole Tom thing, and finding out he was a drinking, gamboling pimp who sold drugs on the side...)
Desire
Don’t sugarcoat
Antidote
Numbing pain
freezing rain
Soul on fire
Heart’s desire
Tear-filled gaze
Smoke-filled glaze
Flame’s disaster
Heart beats faster
So misled
Shades of red
Concentrate
Hesitate
Will’s clashing
Bodies bashing
Lifeless state
Endless hate
You’re a liar
…
Heart’s desire
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