Death. Drink it, savor the taste it leaves in your mouth when you kiss it. It is always there, on your doorstep, in your head, dripping on your tombstone. Corpes reek of it, yet the insubordinates of hell wear it well. Good advice to the arrogant and cowardly... never feel obligated to tame death. The optimistic take death to be a blessed relief. To join those at the gates, in the horse drawn carriage of the undead, are always ready to take all that is left of your soul into the depths of despair. 2004
Allow me to learn alone the from the triumphs and failures that reek from those choices. I make the dive deep into oblivion, unsure of the person I am. Given the ammo of your life lessons, I leap...fully prepared to become the finest daughter to the best of my ability. 8-14-07
Allow me to be free from your tightly bound ropes of denial, for I am ready to take the sudden plunge into unknown opprotunity. As I cut away your stubborn and secure protection, watch as the swift winds of success cast my ambitions into the future. Fear not for me as I carry over my back the lessons you thought wise to teach me. Know that my own choices no longer reflect you as my teacher, but rather the foundation of my ever evolving character. . . (to be continued)
Her bite pierces the skin, smoldering the heart, bringing it to an aching flutter as the aftertaste brings with it her victim's knowledge...their complexity. The blood shows her the memories of her prey, seeing the grudges that fuel the fires of the past, leaving the scent of resentment in the ashes of the present. As she tastes the lack of forgivness in the last drop of blood...her viper tongue spits poison into the festering wounds of hatred. 9-16-08
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