Friday, February 16, 2007

Yes people i know i haven't been updating until late and yes i know it was too long a break but with so many events going on i just couldent find the time...so far Valentine's day is somewhat ok but six roses and one broken heart but a happy ending...that seems fair enough for another hatching year. This poem i wrote on the fourteenth itself.

SAINT VALENTINE.

A white rose lays rest, engulfed by a chapel shadow,
but as the clouds part, the cresent moon luminously glows through stained glass,focusing on it.
Snuffed taperstries mourn over travesties, all sighing, as death left impressing, my crest of cold tears upon roses.
This fateful day marks the death of a person, a mytar.
A hot promicuous memoir, an unforgetable flash, love letters and bouquets from a dirge and twisted law.
Water to wine, pilgrims prise divine, eternal shine of the the Heathen and Pagan Sun goddess.
A flourscent spark, a crimson rosary, hoards of beasts scream and utter blaspehm.
To the patron saint of roses and love, Saint Valentine we knight thee.
But as dusk draws nigh and dawn in canto to rise, a candle drips upon the white rose...

and yet another i wrote during a boring english class...

Meant to be naughty

Crimson blood trickled down her lips, but she smiles.
Her pink, wet tongue licking the blood as her cat eyes fixed upon me.
She's backing off to the wall and she leans on it.
This temptation, this lust succumb onto my blurry thoughts, I lose control.
I rush up to her for another kiss, tongues intertwine, I caress all over.
"take me now..." she sighs and i hold tighter, her shorts drop.
I can feel her, she's getting wetter and wetter momentarily.
Unbuttoning my shirt, her finger trails down my chest and stopping at my jeans, she unzips.
She's down on her knees, I glance around nervously, I see our reflection on a broken window,
I gasp to resist the feeling.
Her chin tilts up to me, staring eyes of glee.
Nothing in this world can give what she has to me, only herself.
She lays down and i lick with all flair, a miniacal flame.
Sweat on my brows, she's defiled on rent knees.
Hacked and racked backwards menses choking her pleas.
It's at long last over, I groan with relief, lighting my cigarette, I tumble to sleep...

KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:25 PM

{M.E. + T.}