The road was long and hard ahead,
But the steed, a great swift beauty,
He sped.
Till a fire cut swift and smooth,
Rider from horse.
Unexpected the beauty was scorched.
A tangled mass of broken dreams.
And in this way the road did end.
Leaving a convoluted mass of black briar paths,
And thus to the confusion there seemed no end.
When once there was something so infinately sane.
Unknown "Miss George..." Rabid - 16 years, 10 months, 27 days ago

I feel the liquid of soft sweet pain,
The hidden relief which seeps through my name,
And into the light i came, the darkness.
Shrouded in mistrust.
Clothed in defeat.

Then he said her name...
Soft once
Then twice
Now again and again.

Like soothing velvet and soft sweet satin,
All blue and green and flaming red.
Not to heal, or fix or hide,
But to make it bearable ,
The load she cried.

Like the sea entwining,
A honey sweet rhythm of foam and magic,
The deepening passion.
And the wild uncontrollable drop,
Into the arms of hope.

And they lay there intertwined,
Though how far apart.
In more than just flesh,
An unexplainable path.
-

Unknown "Miss George..." Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

And now those words just take me back...
Sweet memories of a time whose place i can't forget
And I remember every second I spent there in that place
Which burnt,
The fire hotter,
Yet cold
Left embers of nothing but a burnt down house
Standing with its roof off
The blackened bowels of its rooms yawning into the sky.
A silent screaming black mouth
On a cold winter morning
And a single solitary person,
Crunching through the ash and frost,
Left with nothing but a distant memory,
A scent from the past.
And here and there an icon half burnt away
To magic back nostalgic moments
Painful in their own rights
Ghosts of what never was
Spirits of an obsolete hope

And the single occupant dressed warm from the cold
But chilled to the core
Tries to walk away from these haunted remains

But she can't
Because this broken house is home.
Unknown "Miss George..." Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

i am who i choose to be
you see a different me
obsessive each day i bleed
i long to release the need
i stop
Whered it go now?
is my work done?
this need has stopped
but still i carry on
Unknown "Miss George..." Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

What hidden wounds lie deep inside?
A monotonous story long left behind.
What sure felt pain now jaded in excess?
An unfeeling hollow created from distress.

She crawled to the light to find a path,
Instead it was in blood she did bath.
And so healed wounds were washed away,
that dirty blood did pave the way.

Now the shell does walk around,
And listless glances cast on the ground.
Unknown "Miss George..." Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago