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Who are we? To spin wheels of stability To rob banks of breath To grieve when unrightful thrones have fallen?

I've gotten lost. The forest In my mind Is breathing cold, deep breaths Adding new trails And clearing away All the unwanted The trees In my mind Creak with the wind They reach for the rain Then fall to their roots So the others can follow Shadows pacing In my mind Begin to shepherd me Either to the mountains or the fields Where I battle my thoughts Full of wolves and does The forest In my head Ever changing, ever listening It remains open To only those who enter Softly through my heart

i crave the essence of    late summer nighttime cities     airplane views i rely on     anonymity in urban crowds solidity and gravity     in your arms that bit is ironic, though     because i’ve never felt your arms     around me

I abhor the veins Fluttering blue under my pale skin They scream Mortality and Youth and Hurt My pulse sickens me Sometimes screaming Then whispering I cringe at the thought of my bones Breakable and Untrustworthy

Blackbird sweeping across the snow left me a feather and away he goes and away he goes drifting up on the air but I seem to be stuck here melting in the cold cannot rip my eyes from the sky cannot get my fists to unfold the words have frozen to our tongues that's what happens to winter love so you think this feather is enough to make a wing so you try to free me from it, but your claws only sting. i walk away come to regret every footfall but I can't keep you down because you're up and I'm frozen to the ground Blackbird laying pale in the snow Blackbird he can soar no more you didn't have to do that have

    There was a time when I pranced around with my toy blade. Convinced that I would be the great warrior, I would slay my imaginary foes and my people would lower their heads in respect of my ferocity. That was back when my blade was dull and untainted, back before my foes had flesh and blood, before I knew how to stand over your opponent and end it.    I grew and learned that war was a solemn affair full of dirt running red, mercy held in check. We joked and laughed after a hard day of battle training, we cursed the enemies who were still fields away and I shouted to the sky that I would find them. I would take revenge, yet I still hadn&r

Are my shivers the only indication your heart is ice cold with detestation? Are my chattering teeth not enough to show your frigid words don't make me tough? Are the gelid glares you give to me meant to pierce the soul with hostility? For if so, the air you breathe, remember, my dear Will also freeze.