Trinity-Rain

    The Red King had hunger in his eyes. A face she knew all to well, a hunger that you will kill your brother for a taste.The Red King's fangs elongated ; his beautiful face emotionless.He crooked his finger towards Verona and she had no choice to obey.The Call makes a Milen do anything to  please the mate no matter beauty or monstrous,love or  hate,life or death.The Red King touched her face making Verona shiver.It was clear that he  admired her beauty.Verona stared up at him with her big blue eyes with four black dots circling her pupils a small nose and full lips.Her long black hair ran down her backside making her face look more square t

    Verona snuggled in closer to the statue in the old abandoned dunes as the men yelled for her capture.She huffed her lungs were filled with fear. Tears sprouted from her eyes as waited for her death. A soldier spotted her and hauled her up by her hair, she screamed. The solider cackled and slung her to her to the floor.Three others quickly pinned her down, the one that had grabbed her hair put a long sinuous blade to her neck. "You thought you could run from us," his voice was close to a whisper    Verona shuddered  but did not cry out ;she would scream, she could shiver but she would never let them see a tear.The Milens were stronger t

I am willing to live a lie in order to have your trust. I am willing to cower behind this guise they created to make them happy. I am willing to put my true identity in a box in an attic, where it will get dusty and forgotten. To have them call me name in glee instead of disapproval. I don’t want to go back to where I shrank in fear of every whisper, and every explosion of  laughter. I don’t want to hide behind the walls of my room and hope for another day. I don’t want to shed another worthless tear for those who couldn't and would never love me. Could I live a lie forever? Could I wake up each morning and look into my r

“I was cursed with it,this power, but what is now my burden is your gift.Rise from the ashes of the immortals... rise my son. I give you the strength of the titans, courage of a thousand kings ,intelligence of the earth, and beauty above all humans.” The dust around her feet lifted up swirling around her in frantic patterns. It seemed a creature of its own harbouring all of her rage. The dust mixed with the blood of the fallen Red King and a hand spawned from the blood desperately reaching from out of the Earth. His arms pushed up his body it shook with  intensity as  he struggled to lay on his back.His breath in shallow burts he

Eternity is only but a second drifting through space. Sometimes I have to grab it to stop, to stay still or I will fall into infinity. Every time travel the Earth it always seems so sinister. Like it’s mocking my existence. One night a year I get to stop , to hear the harps, to hear the angels sing. I wish I could stay with you forever. I wish I could tell you how I feel. The diary of a girl in love I whisper. The diary of a girl in love I plea. To stop time and make you notice me, but memory fails you. If you could recognize my face it would avail you. But your memory failed you. Your memory failed me. A drift through time lost in

The person before me has paved a road with false hopes and aspirations. You've walked like a hunched over starving beggar, I’m no saint for         I’m going to steal your  most treasured thing, your heart. Selfish of me, I know to be the bandit in the night and hold you at gunpoint with a kiss. Foolish of me to try to make you love me when you can’t love yourself. I’m walking on fantasies that you placed in my head. I’m walking on love you unwilling spared. Drifting on small moments when I thought you cared. No I’m not a medic, I can not fix your broken heart. But you had this girl on the run at the star

I needed you and you lept into life. I needed you and you raced to my aide. I was drifting aimlessly without direction or purpose. I had no tethers to the real world. My dream is my serenity. A thing personified, its sole purpose,to give me hope. It's what thieves pray for And soldiers die for I still do not believe in the world. I still do not believe in thieves or riches. I do not believe in lies or truth. I do not believe in happy ending nor tragedies, but there is one thing for certain. I believe in you.

                                  I am a swan road leading you down a path                                    To dance on constellations.                                  You assemble me but yet I can break apart.                                 You weigh the difference, calculate, and adjust.                                Numbers prod my frame but letters follow.                    You can gaze into my eyes and see science and dreams collide.                                Two mouthpieces, I have to speak, spurt,                                 scribble words of wisdom.                                 I can be found in an old ma

     Allison Grey rapped her pencil on the rickety desk in which she calculated would collapse in a matter of seconds,  it was literally a thousand years old. She had knew that Maverick was coming to her school but she hadn't known it would be so soon. He sat there staring a hole in to her back. Why did he have to chose the seat right behind her ? Everyone was whispering   about the so called sudden interest in Allison from the rich kid it even Vick and his wannabe gang. Today she was in 12th grade literature learning about ugh Shakespeare.  Cl early all     problems in this play could always be solved by murder. Maverick sunk into his seat

For I know I have sought  for love in the wrong places. Trying to scramble up some solace from humans who will disappoint me. This is my leaded journal my sarcastic diary.I am a loveless poet with worries on on her shoulders. I wish to see my lovers face and know it to be real. To reach out and know it and know its not a conjuring of jaded consciousness. Alast I'm a foolish woman wanting a man who will make silver promises out of thin air. Yet I dream in the daylight for something surreal. Love for me is a practical joke, a lost cause. I should think highly but I digress. I put on airs , I try my best. Least I fail along the rail.Such a sa