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Gale of Guidance...When the gale of a wind summoned...collapses upon you in embrace from your north,
whispering within your ear as it...caresses your entire body...
Might it be striving to guide you elsewhere?
Or rather attempting to offer you a reminder,
urging you nearer in its sensational touch...
Shatter me...Shatter me,
leave me in cold blood...
Disrupt the flow of my being,
as I endure this emotional flood...
.Have you ever attempted,
to drink the moonlight?
To bathe the setting sun,
before he rests the quotidian night?
7th of EvanescenceNone could love...
an unnatural as me [a freak like me]
None had dared...
to fear I disappeared
Soul and body...
vanishing before your eyes
In this life...
In this shallow grey
This Valentine poem
What is this Valentine of which you speak?
The significant other of which you seek?
An individual of intrigue and regarded as unique?
Or perhaps simply one who has brought upon you an interest at peak
My own Valentine...? *offers but only a single gesture of the head in answer of no*
My own Valentine...
Has proven far more than difficult to ascertain...to find...
However, should you bear such curiosity as you pry further within the depths of my mind
Cease your relentless advance and offer an eye unto the "Moment so Divine"
Day of joy, Day of love
Day of yearning for these single doves
The bonded smothered of gifts and sweets to satiate taste
Yet all we hunger for is that of another's embrace
Unified in isolation, an annual mark of our despair
Shall we succumb to futility, never to experience courtship and birth of our heirs?
Nomads of romance upon this earth, this unmerciful reality
As though branded upon birth, never to achieve true love within our mortality
What then of my Valent
The Morning Arises poemThe morning arises and all is swell
Within despair no heart can dwell
Birds chirp in the morning breeze
The forest recovers from the nightly freeze
The black veil passes and many rejoice
The world in cheer apart from a single soundless voice
Cracking and snarling, the collapse of a great tree
Felled to the earth, uprooted and set free
The work of the Lord no doubt, to interfere none would dare
Perhaps if it had been the tragedy of a forest...then in the least one might care
Shallow breath released from its core
The vibration of its heart ceasing as surrounding kin mourn
Are we to perish as this, before one another's eyes?
What of our emotions and compassion, are they not sensed from beyond the bark of our guise?
What are we to the world, unto you dear Mother Earth?
Ever obedient and bound upon you since the time of our birth...long ago...
Moment so Divine"Yesterday I arose. Today I may die. But tomorrow I live."
Moment so Divine as I held you
Tender in arms embracing you near
Now felling each world in campaign to find you
Left only to quake in despair and fear
Be it a curse or blessing, that I bear such memory
Your immaculate presence burned within my mind's eye and writer's emery...
Born of you as Nirvana, your one of eternity bliss
swallowed into the l a b y r i n t h of the
Endless destruction, emotions amassing in overwhelm
An anomaly of
World of Fear and Spite"To those who seek immortality, become a writer. As their legacy, ideas, and very being shall endure eons and may last forever even if no one bears witness..."
World of Fear and Spite:
Where perfection cannot lie or be obtained
Others demand the impossibility of it being ascertained
The world in fear, never to rest
The world in spite, all seeking to be the best
Glory, fame, and fortune the dreams of our strive
Those of pure intention faulted, weary, and absent of drive
Hypocrisy existing in all, none wishing to admit guilt
Never comprehending they are imperfect upon being built
Wonder striding aside us, as all are capable of being kind
No one of perfect, individual and differing in body and mind
Morality enforced, even with teachings of comfort, fair, and justice to guide us
The heartless reign supreme, while we remain yearning alone with no one beside us
Poor in finance, you are a reject to society
Poor in spirit, you often bear no propriety
Thedesseus Ranaria velociraptor Ref SheetRaptor Pack found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-oZ80eEpW2S1MAeQWSc-Up02rCLrxWojrxPjBOKC1y8/edit?pli=1
*sniffs, sniffs...blinks* o..o! “RAWR!!!”
Pronunciation: Theh-dess-ee-iss Ruh-gnar-ee-uh
Gender: Hermaphroditic, female voice and appearance.
Age: N/A, very energetic however
RP Mood Preference: General, Vore
Vore Role: Predator and Prey, prefers being predator
Vore Preferences as Predator: Unbirth, Shaft, Oral
Vore Preferences as Prey: None
Size: 6’ in length, 2’8” in height
Personality: Terms such as mischievous, playful, and energetic describe but only a fraction of that which Ranaria and much of her pack appear to embody. With no end to her cravings and broad, though naive sense of humor, she appears to very be the complete opposite of Draavon as a whole and rather dissimilar than even Nirvana, despite being a
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
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