How I pine for him everyday, My black haired beauty that slipped away.
Moe Muy "Lady Morgan" Rabid - 12 years, 1 month, 18 days ago

As I Lay Awake


On the flat of my back, I stare up at the ceiling. In the popcorn style texture, I see images of love and hate intermingling with each other and in the swirl of it all, I see a face. The face on my ceiling laughs at me. It twists and goes topsy-turvy, upside down and turned around. I can feel the face’s eyes staring at me. It’s mocking me. I turn on my side to face the wall but the face forms a shadow to follow me. This face hates me. The laughing grows louder, and the face’s mouth grows fangs. I can feel the room growing ever colder. The land of dreams is so far away from me now. Face, I demand you leave me be. The face frowns and then swoops over the sheets on my bed. The face enters the pillows where my head is cradled. I can feel the shadow of the face enter my mind. Where is this face even coming from? What did I do to it? Who are you face? Is it me? Is it you? Is it him or her or anyone at all?

"Who are you?" I ask the face.
"Who am I? I think what you really want to know is who are you." The face replies.


I hear the laughing in my head fade and the face is gone, but now I am left with a haunting question.

Who am I?

I am me. I am myself. I am I.

Moe Muy "Lady Morgan" Rabid - 15 years, 9 months, 16 days ago

The Forever Dance

The music starts and i'm so afraid, so afraid...

when you step forward, i step back. i'm so afraid of you but i can't run away. i can't even look away. you open your arms, and it is almost as if you use my fear to pull me in. i'm so afraid of you, i can't breathe. i walk into your powerful embrace. i hear your quickened pulse and feel your warm breath on my neck. i'm so afraid of you that i can do nothing but let you lead me in the forever dance. as you move me around the floor like a puppet, i can only hope my fear isn't etching itself on my face. i'm so afraid but i cannot close my eyes. you lead and i follow in the forever dance. my dress swirls around my legs, which are shaking so hard only your firm grip on my waist is keeping me upright. i'm so afraid of you but i cannot stop the forever dance. you master me so easily and you call me your tiny dancer.i'll be your tiny dancer because i am so afraid of your punches that always find my face. you ignore the sorrow and fear on my face, the sorrow and fear that i have given up trying to hide. the forever dance is as unforgiving as it is unbroken. i am so tired but so afraid to stop. stuck in this forever circle, i cannot take it anymore. i am so afraid of you, but, lets face it... fear has never been my style. i speed up the forever dance to a pace hat even you can't master. i'm in control now, we dance my way now. i lead and you follow. your fear of me is a new wound that blisters, bursts, and bleeds all over your perfect visage. you stumble and grasp at the air, franticly trying to stay on top. i let you fall. all this time the fear you instilled in me kept up the image of me that you found ideal. the fear that put me in heels too tall, clothes too tight, and trimed the already miniscle inches off my already too tiny waist is gone. i can already see the changes you are trying to make to please me and keep the forever dance going. ilaugh and begin to walk out the door, leaving you on the floor. as i touch the handle, i turn back and say "fear and lonelyness becomes you darling." with the forever dance completed, i walk out. you are alone in a heap on the floor.

the music stops.



Moe Muy "Lady Morgan" Rabid - 16 years, 1 month, 6 days ago

Le Coquette Mistress

As she glided down the hall, the men all turned to look at her. She was well aware of her low cut bodice and how tightly her stomacher was laced. She kept her eyes down cast, swaying her hips gently as though in a perpetual dance. She peered up through her thick dark lashes at Sir Pinkerton who was nearest to her and gave the smallest of smiles. Sir Pinkerton was beyond himself with her attentions, though he was in high favor with the king, he had little social interactions because of his unfortunate hare lip. She did this to them all, Sir Thomson, Lord Kinsinly, Master Gates, and even old Duke Simper. The knaves further down were not spared her glance either. The poor lads had not been so schooled as the older gents so they stared at her with lust in their young eyes. She made sure to give each one a lingering, almost longing look. She had finally reached the garden door where she was to exit in order to meet with her mistress the queen. She pulled the great doors open letting the sunlight stream in, giving her an angelic glow for all her dark beauty. She looked coyly over her shoulder at the knaves, rippling her golden cascading hair and gave them a shy wave. Even now as she walked across Le Grande Jardin, she knew the boys to be pressing up against the glass windows of the hall. She laughed at their silliness. She approached the great rose lattice where she was to find the other ladies and the Queen for an afternoon tea. However, instead of turning into the Queen’s garden, she took a small side trip to the tilt yards, where she knew the stable boys to be practicing for a masque to take place later this evening. What more, she knew that Thomas Culpepper would be there. At the very thought of his name, she shivered with desire. She imagined his flashing green eyes, dark curls, and porcelain skin and began at a most un-lady like run towards the practice ring. He saw her approaching and he quickly made an excuse to leave his mates and go behind the large King’s stables. She was waiting for him. He quickly gathered her into his arms, crushing her against him. He looked down into her eyes and saw tears. He was about to ask her what the matter was, when she placed a soft finger to his lips. Through her tears, she asked him what it was that he loved in her. She braced herself, afraid of the usual answers practiced by the courtiers. He then told her that he would love her as though she were a farm girl how picked the hops. He would love her even if she were just a dairy maid. For all her fortunes, she could keep them from him, for his jewels were her eyes looking into his. She was well pleased with his answer and produced from under her many petticoats and skirts, a travel bag, packed and ready to go. He took her to the stables and found for her a sweet little gelding and for himself a mighty bay. Together they rode off into the fields where he farmed and she learned to make cheese.
Moe Muy "Lady Morgan" Rabid - 16 years, 4 months, 16 days ago

I was sitting in Houston traffic on Highway 290 one afternoon when I saw a very sad scene play out before me. We had finally stopped playing creep along and had come to a stand still: grid locked. This is common enough for city traffic. I was simply melting in the June heat, my Volvo offering no help with its black leather interior and lack of A/C when I decided to look about me for something to keep my wandering mind at ease. I had just finished a particularly trying day at work, I had traded my Acid Bath CD for a more calming VNV Nation to try and calm my nerves. At this time, my favorite song on the album, Illusion, had come on and was playing softly in the background amidst all the sounds of giant SUVs and trucks that were surrounding my little oven. As the chorus started, I noticed off to my right, near the walls of the highway, that there lay a bird clearly hurt. Road kill is common enough in Texas, the state full of "natural speed bumps", but seeing a hit animal still struggling to live was different. I paid very rapt attention to it, seeing the matted blood drying on its black feathers. From above flew in another bird of the same type. In its black beak hung what I can only assume was a worm. The bird landed next to its injured comrade and tried to feed it the worm. The fallen tried to accept its last meal, but simply had not the strength. I watched with wide eyes as the bird dropped back on to the cement, unmoving. The remaining bird let out the most heart wrenching call I had ever heard, swept the corpse with its feathers, and picked up a fallen leaf nearby. The bird gently laid the dry leaf on top of its brother and cried once more before taking flight.

Traffic crept forward.


Moe Muy "Lady Morgan" Rabid - 16 years, 4 months, 27 days ago