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Beauty and the BeastThe Beast used to roar and grumble in his Thunderous Prison; the floor awash with the Cast-out petals of wishes; promises he never heardBeauty and the Beast
In words. He paws and tumbles his way through
Depression, shredding memories and mirrors. And She - Beauty - full of glee, roamed Freely in her wake, where flowers bloomed In front of her eyes and died at her cold shoulder. And how he bloomed! His gentle smile, Patient, understanding, choked her in wonder. And he changed: he smiled brighter than the sun. Invented. Challenged. Held on. Her Beauty failed her, for fairytales are limited &
by ~Erinys6
To the futureThe last fragile leaf, clinging to the tree Hanging on, Hanging on. It will not be long, for winter must die,To the future
And though days seem like icicles, dripping Away, you’ll remember in your trembling sides. You’ll remember what you saw, through the glass Which shielded you from the roar of man. As she too shields herself from that terrible wind. And though you fall, you fall freely -
Seeing enough of the cruelty of nature. Red and shrivelling with age.
Do not simmer long. Do not hold on. It was your time to grow.
by ~Erinys6
The Black and White of it.I loved a man, And he became the pages I wrote. Black and white On coarse, thin anaemic wood.The Black and White of it.
I loved a man, And his words became the place I hid within. Bracketed within his embrace.
I loved a man, His stubble now the inability to Write eloquently Or the ellipsis I leave a trail with.
I loved a man, His smile, now a flurry of alliteration That swells here Within my fingers and bookworm spine.
I loved a man, His walk, now freer than before In the gaps Of time, when I find myself without words. &nb
by ~Erinys6
Go BackI’m going back to the beginning, The first turn of the cover, The browning of paper withered with Age and wisdom, wrinkles of thought.Go Back
Laughter-lines and bent pages which Someone else wished to remember The contents of. And there’s so much
To think through, so much time in which to do it.
The blotted words on this watermark
The sorrow of something soiled by
Someone who didn’t take the time of care But I’ll cradle you in my palms again.
The cow’s strong hide, red dyed, and
Undestroyable with mortal hand, Thick s
by ~Erinys6
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- Current Residence: UK
- Interests: Poetry, music, the macabre, witchcraft
- Favourite movie: Butterfly effect
- Favourite band or musician: the used/ jack off jill
- Favourite genre of music: metal goth
- Favourite artist: Paul Evans atm, but i love Natalie AKA BlueBlack atm also
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe
- MP3 player of choice: an old one
- Skin of choice: Mine (har har ;) )
- Favourite game: screwing with your tiny mind
- Favourite cartoon character: Lenore
- Personal Quote: I guess i'd rather die than fade away
- Tools of the Trade: Words
- Email: Erinys6@hotmail.co.uk
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