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La LloronaAs a child, I was told stories of the
weeping woman, La Llorona. The
woman who drowned her kids in the river.
I was told that if I went near ditches, she
would come for me. Maria Some, the woman
who thought she was the center of the
universe, and upon discovering she wasn't,
took her rage out on her children. This
story kept me away from any bodies of
water my entire childhood, needless to say.

It was stories like this, fables and tales, that
kept me from doing something that was
seen as dangerous. Well, there was another
story I witnessed as a child. But this one
was less of a fable, in fact it was reality,
something I ex

congratulations, you just diedyou fucked the Grim Reaper,
and i won the lottery. if this
is good luck or bad grammar,
i'll never know. i'd say karma
if i wasn't so homicidal, but at
least i don't screw entities (or)

screw the academy,
i'd like to thank you.
but who are you, exactly?
or rather, who aren't you?

well, i know for a fact:
you are not the love of my life.
you are not the life of my love.
you might be the death of me;
you could be the death of love.
perhaps just the love of Death.

i heard Death got married last march.
i wasn't invited. i never am. oh well.
i bet the wedding was like a funeral--
the Death o

Toxemia.My heart needs to be bled
and yours needs to be bleached.
Our hands need something dead in them
like tongues or books full of flat flowers.
Our prayers together create blood in the walls.
In the drips I see you in the bathtub vomiting
pages of dictionaries, shutting me out.
I see a plastic set of veins coming out of my legs
and every day your voice splits me open like an axe.
And for these veins in my hands I would trade you
today & yesterday; I would trade you the Iraq War
all the Senators & the dead meat on your plate.

Every time someone buys me a birthday present,
I realize the

18daysTillMay1st I wish I was beautiful like you .
So I could be selfish and secluded like you
Of course .
So I could mess with your head like bees mess with pollen .
I'm so
persistent , it makes me sick .
You're so
inconsistent
it helps me breathe .
I agree , this all will fade .
I'm giving it up ,
aannyway.

But do I have what it takes to walk after my legs have been taken ?

The Assignment THE ASSIGNMENT

FADE IN:

INT. ELEVATOR -- DAY

JAMES, a smart looking businessman in his mid twenties, is tapping his fingers
impatiently against his briefcase, staring at the floor numbers changing above the
door.

JAMES
I'm so dead.

MR. MERRILL
Happens all the time.

James shoots an annoyed look at MR. MERRILL, a distinguished businessman,
standing next to him and reading a financial newspaper.

JAMES
Gee, thanks.  It's just my whole future that rides
on this meeting.

MR MERRILL
Judgement day then?

JAMES
The top floor will view the results of my
assign

Hells Exile prologuePROLOGUE

"What are you so afraid of?"
She was startled by the low whisper by her ear, the warmth of his breath against her cheek. Blindfold, hands tied behind her back, she felt unable to use her awareness. There was only fear that choked her, fear that took over and consumed her.
"I'll ask again, Phoenix. What are you so afraid of?"
She felt her Captain stand right behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, hands that could extinguish a soul in a snap. She could but shake her head.
"You can do it this time Phoenix. Grab that sword."
"I can't."
"Use your awareness. Reach out. It's right in front of you. Just take it Phoenix. That

Sane Asylum"I'm sane, I tell you! Sane! S-A-N-E! Sane! Why are you putting me in here?! I'm sane!" Charles struggled against the nurses' arms. "Let me go!"
The nurses tossed him into the cell and slammed the door shut behind him. Charles began banging on the door and continued to do so even after he knew the nurses who had brought him there were long gone. Finally, he slumped against the door.
"But I'm not crazy..." he whimpered.
"Of course you aren't," a voice behind him said soberly. "Why else would you be here?"
Charles whipped around suddenly aware that he was not alone.
"Who are-" he began, but the woman sitting before him waved him silent.

Racing the RainI want to fast forward,
Flash toward the horizon and look back through my dust cloud.
Give me green lights and even greener pastures,
Lead me to home,
Whatever that is.
Detours and potholes won't slow me down as I
Score roads and scorch earth,
Smelling burnt rubber and gasoline
and pine tree scented cardboard.
and something slightly stale.
The glint of sun sparks in my eye so I pull down my shades,
Aiming for a tomorrow that is just out of reach.
Turn the bend,
Wend the path.
Don't think where, just how fast.
Dissolve the present into past.
The clock is ticking faster now as I defy boundaries.
My hair and clothing plaste

YThe heart itches when it cannot be satisfied,
while the hands cry to touch that which is not there.
Heat crawls along the vision,
burning red for it does not see what it wants.
The tongue seeks familiar scents as syllables roll over it endlessly,
no meaning to all,
for it has no recipient but itself.
Ears stretch in an aimless quest to reach vacancy,
a fate never to change.
The air weeps with desperation,
far beyond its breath,
drops smearing the world and engulfing it in a muddy misery.

There is all but good beyond the horizon,
a land with questions only, the
why why why
left to ring for eternity,
a lost figure singing on the edge &

What could beEveryone has bad days, don't they?

Today wasn't a particularly bad one. God knows, I've lived through much worse. But there are those days when every little thing seems to remind you of darker times. Every little irritant seems ten times larger. And it all keeps growing and growing and growing until you're not sure what you're thinking or why or who you're more furious at: them, or yourself.
Today was one of those days.

On days like these, there are few things that can really help. And right now, I choose to dream.

My dream is a remarkably simple one. A small house, probably painted off-white with light purple trim. One bedroom- with a ba

The Last Keeper- Quick write- EDITEDAs the assassin's blade started to descend towards his throat, Skyler closed his eyes and drew forth all the mana from his surroundings. He quickly focused the mana into his right hand, heat blazing through his body as he did so. Then with a swift jerk of his body and arm, he created a solid barrier between him and the blade. There was a brilliant flash of scarlet light as the blade struck the barrier.

As the light faded, the assassin stepped back quickly, dazed by the brilliant display of elemental ability. Skyler seized the opportunity and scrambled to his feet, and grabbed Flamtelos from where it had fallen just after the assassin's attac

Chances Are Chances are I will be long gone by the time you read this.

Chances are my dreary repetitive circle will finally break free.

And you will never see me fall again.

Chances are that you lost all your chances.

But I hope I never leave your heart because I will keep a
tight-locked room in my chest reserved for moments...

Moments like when I watch the sun rise,
With a cup of bitter truth.

Sense the breeze of betrayal knocking on my door.

And feel the rain droplets of regret crash against my face.

But I will not regret enough to look back.

Because chances are...

You won't be there to gaze into these orbs of senseless memory.

A mirror

Dream Sleepless
Dream sleepless beauty,

Of pretty things.

Tonight words come slowly and cut very deep within the skin.

Tonight water will be the only thing that wakes her heart
and makes her chest heave.

Go ahead and try to copy her stare and you will fail.

Her eyes see everything while widely shut.

You will dream tonight, sleepless beauty, with raw open wounds
and prayers formed on whispering red lips.

Lift your arms and wings will replace them

For hands

Monster MonsterInside is a monster

Inside is something I hate

Inside is my human nature

But alas, this is my fate.

Everything I see makes me cringe

All this energy and life-

It makes my unhinge

Take all this happiness and silence it with a knife

-Why not just end this strife?

Keep me close, keep me hidden

Lest the monster within me comes unbidden

Tear me apart, destroy my life

Feed the lies and roll the dice

What can I say that will suffice?

Every look I get is cold as ice

So I turn away, I grab a brick

And build up my wall till it's quite thick

It's too tall to see now

I can't bring it down

I sink to my knees, and sit on the grou

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La Llorona

by ~Sapient-Butterfly, Apr 6, 2010, 4:39:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Come to me children, dears
Can't you hear me weep?
Desperate cries pierce the blackest night
Rouse you from contented sleep.

I've yearned so long to hold you,
Wrapped tight in deaths embrace,
I beseech pale, waif like hands
Come, forgive my once foolish mistake.

Sacrificed such delicate innocence
To loves unrequited lure.
For one heartless man I gave it all
So his hand I could secure.

To prove I loved him beyond all things
I cast you to the waters depths
Gave up those I'd held most dear
And pray new love could heal regret.

My sacrifice though did not appease,
Condemned by my own desire.
For my crime I had to repent,
Ignite my own funeral pyre.

But now I search for my lost darlings,
Every long and lonesome night,
Along the banks at the rivers side
Where I'd held you out of sight.

Come back to me please children, dears
My cries are want to lead you home.
Join me at the rivers side
And together let's fall beneath the flow.

La Lloronaby ~Sapient-Butterfly

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My entry for the literature contest being hosted by

I've always rather liked the La Llorona legend, the crying woman who drowned her children to earn the love of a man who rejected her. She killed herself but remained on earth forever searching for her lost children. But there are also legends that she would lure any children away into the night so I kind of took that idea and ran with it, she's searching for her own children really to 'take home' but I'm kind of figuring that any children who'll come will do