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Written In Red
I found a raggedy, tattered and torn journal a few days back. It has blood stains on it, near the end especially. I decided I'd take everything in it and post it… well… what's legible anyway. A lot of the content is either torn or scribbled out, and from skimming through it, I think a few pages may be missing.
Dec--ber 29th, 1-9-
I didn't think this would be imp----nt until today, but on the 13th, I saw this strange sy---- or mark… wha---er you want to call it. The word "m-rin--ko" was near it… I thought noth--g of it at first, but it's ev-----ere now! I sw-ar, at least twice a week I will see that s---ol and that word. It so-und- like a name alm-s- so I may o- may no- l-o- into it.
Jan--r- 7th, 19—
I'm not sure if I s--uld be c-ncer--d or not. I wo-e up this m--ning a-d had pap--s with the –ym--l d-awn all o-er them in red, bl--, and g--en. I do-bt the co--rs are sig---ica-t, but you ne--r know. Th-re is n--hing on these p-pe-- that I see a-
Character Sheet for Blue ExorcistCHARACTER SHEET
Name: Ophi Ryuki
Age: appears 15
Occupation (exorcist, exwire, etc.): She just joined the academy... O3O she's gonna be a Dragoon though.
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 137 lbs.
Sexual Preferences: bisexual
Hair Color: Red, fading to an orange-yellow
Hair Style: relatively short and "fluffy" with a part that sticks up naturally
Eye Color: light green
Skin: palish olive-yellow
Trademark (Tattoos, scars, jewelry, etc.): the spoon she always carries around with her
Fashion Sense: She has a long coat, gloves, and a long skirt-thing. that's her typical out of school clothing.
Link to Image (Optional): dont have one yet.... D:
Weapon of Choice: She actually attacks with her spoon sometimes... O3O but other than that, she uses her own fists
Our Wings Flutter And SingOur Wings Flutter And Sing
my feet graze texas plains
southern currents hitting my back
and my body is left
as my soul follows what feels right.
my arms spread wide,
eyes closed and
i let the thought take me away.
i love this cliche
because i have wings with you.
i can fly because of you.
and no matter how many times
i scribble your name as a title of this poem,
i can never mutter it enough
because i’m addicted
to how it rolls off my tongue.
i miss you when i wake up,
when i sleep, when i dream,
because at least there
i wave in the morning
and kiss you through the night.
even departures there feels like
i’m leaving my home
to return to my house.
i think of you first and last,.
of your yawn and laugh,
how you scrunch your nose
and your little grin
even when you try to refuse it.
and i know you hate smiling in pictures,
but i make it my mission
to make you smile as much as possible.
i love how you keep your hair to one side
with the part in the middle.
i love how the l
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
BellsNote how we've never really touched,
how only our elbows grazed each other in the darkened theatre.
No intentions, never;
only accidentals that skewered the phrase.
But darling, if I have ever not craved your chewed down fingernails grazing my cheek,
the memory has been long lost in a time of happier melodies.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
IridescentShe dances along the lines of poetry,
Her curls wind amongst the words
And I lie in love with each syllable
That is touched by her.
Thinking off her is not enough
She wraps round each thought
Like iron wrought ribbon -
In decadent dance
She caresses italics,
Winding her way through
Every dream with ethereal grace.
Iridescent, she taught me colour
Oh seraphim, but I am red, and
She lies in margins blue!
Forever my forbidden phallus,
She is everything taboo.
For My LoveDay one, I saw you
no one there beside you
walking alone inside the dark
Timid as I was
I spoke to you because
I knew the path you walked as well as you did.
Though it seemed a simple thing
it meant a lot for just a 'thing'
and the dark seemed to lighten one shade.
The next few months I saw you
more often than I used to
and it lit a candle in my heart.
From friend to best friend
so quickly it happened
I knew more was in store for us.
Then one day
the darkness faded away
thanks to those words you said.
'I love you.' you said to me
and how joyous I was to be
the one person you loved dearly.
I then said, 'I love you as well.'
and away went the flames of Hell
and your darkness faded off, too.
Now here we are,
so close yet so far,
oh, if only I could see you every day.
The beauty of your smile,
I wish I could see for a long while
and be forever in your company.
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