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Ever Feel That Crush that Makes it hard to Breathe?
That Crush that Presses Down Soooo Hard you can almost hear Yourself Crack
That Crush that pushes you Down in to a Dark Dark Hole Which is Way Too Small
Which Can Not Contain you
Can Not Contain Your Heart
Not your Soul
Not Your Spirit
But still that Crush Pushes And Pushes
Without Care

I Feel That Crush Now.
I feel it trying to make me go Squish.
Trying to make me nothing but a spot
A little splotch on the radar
Just a little dot of black, the opening to the hoel that I was forced into

That is what it feels like to Made Someone's World
But a World that They Hate
A World that They Blame for Every Time They Fell
A World that They Hate

That Hole is AHole in Them
In Their Heart
In Their Soul
In Their Spirit

A Hole that They Feed You To
Instead of Themselves

A Tear that They Intend to Fix With YOU
A Tear that They Blame You For
A Tear that They Think will only be Fixed When You are Crushed


But Your Soul Does Not Fit
Your Soul Will Not be Crushed
And You Should Never Let Them Try

Spread The Wings Of Your Spirit
Fly Away From That Crush

Heheh. Squish! Anywho, lovely poem. I felt a transition of emotion roll through as I was reading. Rather refreshing if I say so myself. ^^

[this is a bit old but i made a few grammatical and typing fixes but left the content the same]

Calling Out My Mother (Ode to a Monster)


Hateful
Evil
Unloving
Daemon

That is the creature that birthed me
'Spit me out.'
I hate it

Look what you made, creature!
You made yourself again
But stronger

I am stronger than you
That is what you really feared
I was born under a blood moon
With the strength of you and your line

But I inherited the strength of him
Your unwilling spouse
Drawn to your bed, your den
By your Siren's Song

You cared for me
Groomed me
Beat me
Shape me

All to be that hidden little weapon
But you alwas knew somewhere
That I was your child
That if I should open my eyes
I would break my chains

And goodness forbid for you that I should be free
If I was free
I would fight
And if we fought you didn't know

What I really had
What was MY secret weapon?
Everyone has one
If I was anything like you my weapon would be devastating

You knew what would happen if both of your
Spawn banded together and fought you together
You knew it would not end well
The end would be your utter demise

So you crippled their relationship
You broke them apart
Then you worked on them individually
You crushed them and ripped off their wings

You hurt them both very deeply
You tore their souls like an unwanted bill
The thing is that, one stayed with you
The other left and never learned

The one that stayed learned from you
The Forbidden Teachings
Learned how to use it's true Daemonic powers
The ones that can crush whole civilizations with a word

The powers that flowed down the female line
The other spawn, that had to leave, was
A boy
A male

Not meant to inherit the true powers
Because he was not part of the line
He was at a severe disadvantage
Almost a mere mortal compared to you

The girl though
She had a lot of potential
She wasn't able to resist until her eyes were opened by an outside force
She thanks that force everyday, now that she realized what it did

You hated that force, that person
You made sure that there was another rift there to make sure the eyes did not open more
But the damage was done
You had to try harder now to fix it

Problem was that she would not go back to sleep
She would not bow anymore
You became desperate
You became reckless

You were your own weakness
She wore away at you
Pushed those buttons
She weakened you

You were ruthless and hateful
So how did you like facing yourself?
You screamed for blood
How did it feel to hear that scream calling for yours?

That's your spawn
The one you called favorite
The one you chose to inherit
The one who could defeat you

The boy was older than the girl
And as tough as he is
As much as he can fight
He is still not a good match for you

You push his buttons
You rip at his heart
You know just what to do
You planned it all from the start

The problem is the little girl knows her brother can not defend her
She knows that HE needs defending
She knows she has your talons and claws
She knows she may have to fight you someday

So just as she learned, and not from you
Because the world is also a great teacher of evil ways
She waits

She waits for your move

Somethign I wrote while standing on a train platform thinking about someone:



So I give you
My heart to take
A duplicate
You're free to break
A heart of candy
Free and fake
So smash it to bits
For history's sake
A decision for only you to make

So I give to you
My wings to take
Crystalline perfection
For you to break
Though for the memory
My shoulders shall ache

So I give to you
My body to take
A procelain facsimile
For you to break
A dolly constructed fine
Now all yours, no longer mine