The Christmas light that line the cracked mirror above my dresser reflect off of my eyes in their red and white colors. I look around my bedroom and consider going to the kitchen to brew some tea but decide against it because with my luck the moment it got hot I would fall to sleep in the over sized chair in my living room. Instead I decide to observe my suroundings. First I count noises. My laptop hums quietly,rain patters at my window, and my father snores in the next room. Next the smells. I sniff the air and smell sharpie markers, laundry detergent, and paper. Now the sights. I look around and see Sharpies strewn across my desk, paper and
The Christmas light that line the cracked mirror above my dresser reflect off of my eyes in their red and white colors. I look around my bedroom and consider going to the kitchen to brew some tea but decide against it because with my luck the moment it got hot I would fall to sleep in the over sized chair in my living room. Instead I decide to observe my suroundings. First I count noises. My laptop hums quietly,rain patters at my window, and my father snores in the next room. Next the smells. I sniff the air and smell sharpie markers, laundry detergent, and paper. Now the sights. I look around and see Sharpies strewn across my desk, paper and
It's cold tonight. My hands have gone numb and I know they will hurt when I warm them, but I shove them under my arms out of habit. My feet are freezing through my boots and extra socks. My breath would block my vision, but it's too dark to see anyway. Seeing isn't important. Waiting is. Just wait. Not much longer, just wait.
The stars are beautiful, when my breath doesn't cloud them. I tilt my head up and try and guess the outlines of the trees against the sky. I couldn't even see the snow on the branches. There was the cold and the stars and the empty spaces, and that was all. The moon is nowhere to be seen, sleeping on the job as it were.
Fear not the sallow man who lurks in yonder forestland.
Fear not the fell knight whose arms become his swords.
Fear not the traveler from unearthly underworld
Who sees your spark and traps it in his cage of branchy limbs
With rawboned form of blackness night, he slithers
Frame fashioned from the hangman's tree
The keeper of the cursed place whose beasts are singed and dead
Fear not the emptiness where features used to be
Fear not the ancient one whose coldness stops you quick
Fear not the melody consuming lucid thought
Or his power grows, phantasms given flesh
The watcher, calling children like a shepherd does his flock
With sound
Moonlit frost
Cradles the land
It paints my face
A numb white mask
Memories lost
Fading to gray
To abandoned places
Shunned by day.
On broken playgrounds
Where lost ones played
I still hear their laughter
As they were led away.
The birds have been silenced
Along with my voice
Not by violence
I was given a choice.
By a spidery phantom
Ancient, malign
Null and unnatural
But for which we pined
He steals through the daylight
Not restricted to night
He's searching for something
With sick, soothing vibes.
At the edge of the woods
Where animals hang
From the branches, untouched
By claw or by fang.
T
Current Residence: An apartment Favorite genre of music: I like everything except country MP3 player of choice: iPod Shell of choice: Lettered Olive? Am I missing something? Favorite cartoon character: Dib
Favourite Movies
Hannibal
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Blue October The Decemberists and My Chemical Romance
rosepainter123--oh sorry bout that any way how are the brain meats these days
MAZE--anxiety attack thoughts of suicide and murder...fairly normal
oh and spazms dont forget those
One day I will go far away from this small town. I will escape this pine tree wall that shield me from the rest of the world. This is not all I will amount to. I will move from here to somewhere up north. Perhaps I will go to New Jersey. I'll be far from my family and the people I hate. I'll start off new. There up north I will see a town with traffic jams and neighborhoods where you don't know everyone.