Like molten iron in my lungs or a fishhook in my tongue: something always keeps me from speaking of you and what you've done to me. The silvery glint of the knife you convinced me to hold to my own throat and the terror in my parents' eyes whenever I spoke of you. I still hear you whisper my dead name when I'm alone and I hate and I hate and I- This boiling rage, this sea of darkness, it was never mine. Now as I sit here, remembering, it glides through my thoughts like velvet poison a lover's touch I didn't ask for and could never understand. You coaxed such wonderful, tragic words from my tongue. They crumble to ashes now; I cough, choking- I never could handle being a vessel for your wickedness.
I whisper to myself in the mirror at night, where the world is quiet and the moon has sunk below the horizon, where my face is wan and my eyes unfamiliar, where the sounds of the world are muted and fleeting I tell myself of that which is familiar to me, of the crunch of fallen fire beneath my feet, how my cloudy breath mists before me and takes with it some of the chill, how the rain patters down on the rooftops and sings a soothing symphony, how the crows croak and chatter as they follow me on my infrequent walks Sometimes I wish I were a summer’s child, but the cool grasp of autumn has always been more comforting Sometimes I whisper to myself of a brighter world, where the sunlight is a gentle glowing warmth, where the fresh cut grass is sweet-smelling and pure, and the chirping of the birds not so piercing, and the buzzing of the insects a comforting backdrop to a beautiful summer’s day I write: I speak: I repeat the words over and over, until they ring in time with the rhythm
I stand in the way of the shadows. For I am a daughter of dusk, cradled by the moon. My mother named me for the strength of her god But I was not His daughter. I name myself Rose, for all love lost and fought for. A tapestry of sorrow and wonder Laughter in the starlight The ocean's dance. Know me by the song in my voice. I speak for the longing in every lost soul. I sing for the love that weaves through the world. I rage for the wandering souls lost to time. Know me by the scars on my soul. Beloved of nightmares Beholder of the depths I quest for the lost. Know me by the strength of my being. I am the unwavering voice in the darkness. I am the fire that burns in the vast abyss. I have gazed and been gazed upon in return And I remain.
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death."
Favourite Visual Artist
???
Favourite Movies
None.
Favourite TV Shows
Soul Eater (anime)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Owl City. (Nuff said.)
Favourite Books
I've read too many, I don't have any favorites.
Favourite Writers
Rick Riordan
Favourite Games
???
Favourite Gaming Platform
Um...my PC?
Tools of the Trade
Pens, pencils, my imagination, and paper. LOTS of paper.
Other Interests
Sleeping, walking, listening to music, dreaming, writing, and reading.