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Night sky stared down at me
And said, "Little one, soon
You will be among us.
And you will shine brightly."
Looking back, so I am.
So I am.

My Agony

You are my dear agony,
You are my blissful pain.
You are my source of chaos,
You are my burning rain.

You are my nightmare,
You are my love.
You are my dark half,
You are my black dove.

You are my darkness,
You are my soul.
You are my corruption,
You are my whole.

Two Poems

Rescue

No goodness is left,
Not one small trace
Of peace or light
In this bad place.

The dark is all
That I can see,
Have mercy, you,
Come rescue me.


Cold

Cold light shining,
Merciless.
Cold eyes gleaming,
Passionless.
Cold soul pulsing,
Bodiless.

Cold mind racing,
Heartless.
Cold blow flowing,
Ruthless.
Cold corpse moving,
Soulless.

In Remembrance of 9-11

Outside, the trees were starting to turn, the leaves beginning the change from green to all sorts of hues. Inside the car, overwhelming gray dominated. Even the driver, a woman whose hair had started to gray early, was affected. She was alone in the car, but she sometimes heard others there, where they once were, where she wished they were now. One of those voices was her own.
Along the winding rural road she drove, knowing exactly where she was going. The sun still held itself high, but she wouldn’t have cared if it were already dusk. For almost an hour she drove, stopping at a cemetery out in the middle of nowhere. This was perhaps one of the most peaceful resting places in the world. Colors seemed to clash as the woman left her car, vibrant color flowing over everything. She walked with a bouquet in her hand, eyes closed. She had sometimes had nightmares about this place; she knew it too well.
Kneeling where she was used to, tears started flowing down her face as she placed the flowers upon the grave of her husband. For the first time in nine years, to the day, she spoke.
“I love you.”

Crystal, conclusion

As the days went by, tanks fired at me. I screamed for them to put me out of my misery, ripping them apart, begging them to do more. I spent most of my miserable time trying to hurt myself with the sword. And then I started to hurt myself by thinking of what was really the case. I beat at myself all the harder for it. Eventually, I felt myself bleed. I stared down at my hand, which was dark as pitch. The sword was not there, but the crystal was definitely in my forehead. I looked straight ahead and saw a mirror of myself, but the purest white. He had the sword. I was the dark one, the demon, the evil being. How had I deluded myself this whole time? “Have mercy, my better half,” I moaned.
Perhaps it listened. Perhaps it did what it thought was right. Thrusting the blade into the point between my eyes, I could hear it whisper, “Have blissful agony, fiend.”
Light blinded me, burned me like nothing had before. I still see it, the light, all before me. I had not the strength to scream. I don’t know how long I’ve been like this, but the light hasn’t stopped burning yet.

This one is definitely complete. Now I need to think up a new story.

Crystal, Part 4

I decided to deal with the fissure first, so I held the crystal tight and filled the ground’s gaping maw with that red crystal, essentially making a new street where the old one was torn apart. The giant swordsman cut apart a few more buildings. The crystal in my hand stopped vibrating when the sword cut through the last building in its path. Something was definitely wrong here. Looking down, my crystal had started to dig into my palm. No blood was coming out, so I left it where it was.
Looking around, I saw people pointing at me and screaming, then running away. How were there this many people in Denver all of a sudden, anyway? A man on a megaphone was shouting, I realized, and started paying attention to the voice.
“Stand down, whatever you are! What’s left of the military will destroy you!” the mayor of Denver shouted.
“Sir, I’ll help you!” I shouted in return.
The world got smaller around me; I found myself as tall as the skyscrapers. In my hand was a sword made of the crystal. I could feel a hole in my forehead, but when I put my fingers to it, I felt sharp gemstone. “This cannot be!”
I was struck in the leg by an explosion. I looked down and saw a tank, just like a toy, firing at me. Irritated, I roared, “Let me think!” and brought the sword down onto the armored vehicle, which crunched beneath my might. “I am the salvation of this world! I will destroy that shadow!”
The mayor called out again. “You are the shadow, you beast! We will put you down!”
All I could do was scream wordlessly. I swung the sword around, throwing it and finding it in my hand again. The city was destroyed in moments by this rampage, and I sat in the ruins, weeping, trying to pull the crystal from my head and destroy the sword. I tried to rend my own flesh, bleed out, but there was nothing. What was I? Was there any humanity left, or was I just a vehicle for the crystal?

I've Returned

Computer had a virus that apparently was sent out through Facebook. I have been without the computer I'm using since Saturday, but it's all good now. The background, though, has become kinda funky and I don't think that problem is ever going to be fixed until this computer is upgraded to Windows 7 and all the stuff is wiped anyway. >_>