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Burning Embers Chapter VChapter V
I know it’s only been a day but all I can think about is getting back to Raina. What if he does something to her? I never should have gone hunting while she was so fragile. Damn it Seth! How could you have been so stupid? Maybe I can melt the chains then drain the guard. That might work! But only if I have enough strength and power to summon enough fire so that I can melt the chains. She is smart though, getting her Guardian to drain me of my blood to the point where I am practically useless. Wait! The ring that Rain gave me! I can use the power that she stored in it to summon enough fire and break free! God I love that girl, always having a back up energy source just in case. I drew the energy from the ring and used it to melt the chains. I collapsed onto the floor and groaned in pain but I didn't have any time to waste, the guard was opening my cell door. I rushed over and hid behind the door, as he came in and looked around the cell I grabbed him from behind and sank
Burning Embers Chapter IVChapter IV
Wow, society has really changed since I was last here. Well at least I think it has, but for all I know I could have been here last week. Ugh, I hate not remembering. What if people are out there right now looking for me?
“Hey, are you okay there?” I snapped out of my own little world.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wish I could remember... Well remember everything I guess. It’s just so frustrating not knowing who you are,” I sighed. We had been walking around the city for hours, watching the people scurrying along to their jobs or rushing to meet their friends for lunch.
“Hey, wait! It’s daytime! Shouldn’t you be bursting into flames or something?” I had just realised that I had been walking around the city in the middle of the day with a vampire.
“Yeah, if I was a normal vampire then I should be but because we’re soul bound and I’m your Guardian, I can walk around in the day otherwise what would be the
Burning Embers: Chapter 2Chapter II
“Rain, get behind me!” Thane ordered as he drew a beautiful silver stake from his trench coat. Wait he had that thing in his coat the whole time? Where the hell did he put it?
“Oh, calm down will you? I’m not here to hurt her,” The stranger said exasperated. Damn, he is so hot. Dark brown hair, slightly tanned and you could just see a little of his chest thanks to the marvellously half unbuttoned black shirt. Damn!
“Who are you?” barked Thane.
“My name is Seth and I’m here because of her. She called me and I came. It’s as simple as that,” Seth shrugged.
“Wait, what?! I don’t even know you, so why would I call you? And I don’t even have a phone!” I rebuked defensively.
“It was telepathically. You probably didn’t even know you were doing it or that you still are. I am your...Your opekun or guardian if you will. I guess you could probably even say a servant but I prefer guardia
Burning Embers: Chapter 1Chapter I
“Why don’t I know who I am?” I asked scared and confused. Three emotions flickered across his face as I spoke; shock, confusion and uncertainty. Then right back to confusion again. Great seems like he hasn't got a clue what’s going on.
“You don’t know who you are?” he asked, his voice sent shivers down my spine. It was like his voice was sweet but with a hint of danger.
“If I did, do you really think I’d be asking you?” I snapped, wow I’m bitch.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know who you are,” He said softly.
“Fine then, if you can’t tell me who I am can you tell me who you are? Why I’m here? Why you’re here? What the hell is going on? Or why I can’t remember anything?” I questioned, my voice rising with each word and my tone becoming more and more hysteric. The man looked away from my eyes and stared in shock at something near my hand. I turned to see what h
Burning Embers: ProloguePROLOGUE
"But how will I know it's her?" I asked
"You'll know when it's time Thane." Then the voice was gone.
Oh, that's helpful. There's only, what, six billion humans on this Earth! Oh, and an apocalypse going on. Sure no trouble at all, thane, no trouble at all. I though sarcastically, which is unusual for an angel to experience human emotions let alone express them. Then again I guess that's what you get for mingling with humans for hundreds of years. I was just so frustrated with these one word answers I kept getting lately and all these bullshit answers like 'You'll know' and 'Trust yourself', oh and my favourite 'Trust me you'll know'. I can get better answers off of a bloody fortune cookie! How the hell am I supposed to do that, I have no idea what she looks like, no clue where she is, no idea how to find her, or if she's even on earth yet! No I just have to keep flying about and hope I get lucky, hope she falls from the sky or something. I hate freaking prophets and oracles.
As the moon rises, the wolves howl
They call to her when she is alone
When she is sad, they make her laugh
When she is angry, they deliver her pain
When she calls, they must answer.
They are her servants, like lambs to the slaughter
She is the spirit, they are her body
She is the master, they are her slaves
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
There was a girl, so very lost,
She gives her heart, only to have it smashed.
People try to help her find the shards,
But they never can make it whole.
It become mangled and cold,
Protected by a wall, imprisoned.
She locks herself away, to cry out in pain.
So sick of being broken and discarded.
A porcelain doll, so fragile.
That is her, a doll on a shelf,
Worn out and old, dropped so often.
Look closely and see the gaps.
Words never spoken,
Coldness ever present,
Look closely and see the gaps.
Forever trapped within her own heart
She is the porcelain doll on the shelf.
Never moving, always hiding,
Unable to speak or shed a tear,
Stuck on a shelf, collecting dust.
This is her life, forever and eternal,
The cold cruel life is hers.
The Porcelain Doll.
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