Random writing

Poisonous.
My world is breaking from hate,
and you engrave bitter words across its face.
Nothing to fear from pain,
only the scar that remains -
a stain that never fades,
a shadow the sun creates and cannot chase away.
A darker shade is my disdain,
the blood that courses through my veins -
there is no deeper taint.
Poisoned.
Yet, I would have it no other way.

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The sun is too bright for my dark eyes...
How can I live in the light, when I have tasted of the night?
Shadows lick - slow spirals - down my spine,
claim possession of my mind.
We share the dawn, you and I,
but deep inside,
I crave only the touch of moonlight.
You walk in sunshine - and I will not follow.
The darkness is mine.

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When the rain finally falls and fills the silent places of the earth with song.
When the wind sighs a lullaby and the trees sing along.
When the orange of dawn covers the stars.
And I can say only words.

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(this was in response to some lines a friend wrote... it is a little rough-sounding out of context)

Stopped to sit upon the strand,
buried my hands in the sand
and there, made my stand.
The world could wait while I watched waves break,
the water never enough to satiate the shore.
I wondered if wanting more was to be abhorred -
the sea, a whore always moaning 'mon amour!'
against the skin of different men
when she found there was no zen to be had.
I could adore such a paramour...
did she not keep such an open door.