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- Scifi, fantasy, Modern, magical, romance, yaoi, YAOI, YAOI. I rarely do anything else.
wind and flight. silver swift and impersonal crimson
save me save me save me- didn't you know? no one has ever heard you
child child child. take one step and then another- never sane and never lost- this is the way
they have only ever seen red
red is blood
red is power
red is legacy
don't look. don't look
sorry. so sorry
turn away child, can't you see?
that one is broken already
red fire and endless chasms: the world lives on-
and I know the axis of calamity
save me save me save me
save me save me
save me, still I cried
save me, I hoped in the darkest of shadows
still here and not yet gone
save me, they raged
still here and not yet gone
save me!
twisted and torn.
caricatures of children and imitations of humanity.
never quite real.
save me? here and here.
take a step then another
every face I see myself
I find my twin in the mirror's eyes
all that I am: made again and again in a child's eyes
this is rage.
this is silence.
this is fear.
this is what it means to be forgotten
this is what it means for harsh reality to bed a childhood
this is defiance
this is what it is to be alone
this is what it is to be branded
Comments are welcomed. I am no stranger to poetry but is my first attempt at this style. Please be kind but honest if you will. :)
save me save me save me- didn't you know? no one has ever heard you
child child child. take one step and then another- never sane and never lost- this is the way
they have only ever seen red
red is blood
red is power
red is legacy
don't look. don't look
sorry. so sorry
turn away child, can't you see?
that one is broken already
red fire and endless chasms: the world lives on-
and I know the axis of calamity
save me save me save me
save me save me
save me, still I cried
save me, I hoped in the darkest of shadows
still here and not yet gone
save me, they raged
still here and not yet gone
save me!
twisted and torn.
caricatures of children and imitations of humanity.
never quite real.
save me? here and here.
take a step then another
every face I see myself
I find my twin in the mirror's eyes
all that I am: made again and again in a child's eyes
this is rage.
this is silence.
this is fear.
this is what it means to be forgotten
this is what it means for harsh reality to bed a childhood
this is defiance
this is what it is to be alone
this is what it is to be branded
Comments are welcomed. I am no stranger to poetry but is my first attempt at this style. Please be kind but honest if you will. :)