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Huntsmen

The freezing cold night sweeps by in the heat of the summer. I can feel the chill and the lingering taste of hunger. I've seen seasons change, but not like this. The thunderous sounds of the bold first kiss rumbles through time like something I missed. I could have read it wrong or heard it unclear, but none of this shows passion, it’s genuinely clear. The sweat no longer trickles down my backside but my mouth is parched from playing on the wayside. The rumors of love seems to have diminished and ignited into flames of harsh tongue. He wonders why my feelings are numb.

My lengthy dangling arms swing to embrace my pulled up legs. The pounding feeling beating against my chest never gives rest. I might have felt wetness trickle down my cheek but it was just the wind brushing against me. My head hangs low touching my knees and I can hear that same wind whispering to me.

The sound of angels singing in through the fog and I see more clear with all the haziness around. I pull myself up and I rise to my feet. I let that wind pull and tug at me. I want to fight but my will isn’t strong anymore. The damn thing has more knife wounds then a murderous hell hound.

His flesh temptations has yanked at my soul, has killed my spirit and swept me into the under tow. The visions he cherishes has put out my fire, has sprayed my skin with acid and disfigured my armor. He’s a huntsmen and set on a prowl. Clearly to attain his beauties and power.

So when is enough, enough for him? He’s already torn and marked my skin. The scars are not visible but so clear to me. That is why I am walking towards where the wind blows me. When I am not longer in sight and he can’t grasp me. That is when my shadow will be his only memory. The hail storm beating on his chest tormenting him to insane. While I take my seat with those who know I remain.

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Then and Now

I’ll always be the one that gave you wrinkles

And that thought makes my skin crawl

Knowing I was the one to cause you pain

All for my unnecessary gain

I will never know how much I disappointed you           

Because you never let those emotions seep through

You put on a brave face and pardoned me

You never let me see

The hurt that I caused repeatedly

I can never take back any of my actions, I can only repent

But you will never get all those hours you spent

Worrying about your child in those rebellious years

As your face hoards them, deep rooted from all the fears

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Extract:

It reads on your face, from here to the far ends of space. I can read every little emotion and lack of respect and that can only have a negative effect. Give me space and let me BREATHE, let me be the person you obviously don’t want me to be.

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Quarter-Life Crisis

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Close to three decades of blood, sweat and tears of joy

Tears of pain and tears of laughter

Memories of ‘back in the day’, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of underachievement

This, is my quarter life crisis

Still young at heart and young in the face as the doors of opportunity appear to slam shut, hit me in the arse and lock themselves behind me

“If I knew then what I know now”, as I write this apology to my 15 year old self

Filled with regrets, replaying episodes of the past 26 years I take stock of my assets

My health, my family, my friends

Money can’t buy me love and I will repay them all with my successes

So as I write this promise to myself in 5 – 10 years I am consoled by the thought that “Life begins at 40”

That was my quarter life crisis

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Alone, Always

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''It is far better to be alone than to wish you were'' - Ann Launders

The urge to be alone, I fight

Sometimes your bond grips me too tight

I enjoy my space

And occasionally your presence I cannot face

I need to scream, I need silence

I need an emptiness to avoid such violence

The loneliness I'm used to, you see

For this quiet time sets me free

I am alone eternally in this mind of mine

So I like to ensure I can take this time

To nurture my soul and be kind to myself

This is why I never ask for anyone's help

I would never want to not see you but forever I am torn

As I know I love to be able to be on my own

Signed Patricia Hilton

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Strange and Beautiful

I wrote this as I sat at the Laundromat I was compelled to write. It inspired and provoked numerous thoughts that then turned in to a full fledge outburst within myself. Part of me doesn’t even know where these words came from or how they developed. I just sat there typing aimlessly into my phone as we sat side by side. I'm merely sharing impulsive writing. Enjoy ~ Rayna's Theory

 

Strange and Beautiful

There was stillness in the air. I could feel the numbness of the night. The eerie feeling didn't come from the dark but clearly shone its dullness as it sparked from the light. I can't help but feel the lingering play of deceit as it ran its creepiness up my spine. The injection of adrenaline took over my body but mainly my mind. Hesitant I move, though slow packed me a punch. That push to move was like I was frozen walking on ice. The stinging feeling rushes deep into my bones.  All these beckoning emotions told me I wasn't alone. Suddenly reminding me that I wasn't my own.  I stared blinking into the night's light. The trance subduing my fears even though my body staged freight. The channels of his ties bind me to his soul. He has become all that I know. I've willed to be free and let my wings spread and soar but his ownership of me has me planted to the floor. My gaze a sin. My world in a downward spiral, more than whipping spins. Caught in a tunnel of ache. Then I realize...just a mere moment away from him has struck pain so fierce throughout me I can’t function. He's branded my heart and now we are one. I can feel when he deceives me, when he is in his divine form and when nothing else is there but righting his wrongs. The distance between us closes as he draws near. I can feel the numbness slowly disappear. I’m not sure if I should try to escape. This might be all I want since our first proposed date. I know if I tell him how I really feel. Than this elegant pain of heart bond might disappear. See this ache is not from a wrath of his but, of mine that I refuse to say.  I want my actions to speak louder than the words held within. I vowed car bound, that I will not ever leave. I have proven my word right from our first glee. He in turn has been a humble knight to his mistress. Before him I was comfortable being lost in imcompleteness. Now I am lost when he is absent, even for a short period of time. I hunger for his presence because he is more than divine. 


What he doesn't realize is that I know his lies. So, I revoke my vow and tread lightly on this now. I look at him and I see two faces. One that urges and the other erases. Ripping me from the imagination that  was created. Finding out that I have been jaded. Now my heart beats but bleeds black. When I am gone he will realize that. 

Strange and Beautiful

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Never Have I Ever

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Never have I ever lost the will to live

Never have I ever been able to forgive

Never have I ever told a lie to your face

Never have I ever given up on the chase

Never have I ever let you get the best of me

Never have I ever let myself be free

Never have I ever been cruel and lied

Never have I ever broken down and cried

This game you play and the shots are taken

If the truth you hear then you are forsaken

Downing one after the other as you try and cover

Hiding your secrets like a dirty lover

Never have I ever bowed my head in shame

Never have I ever played this game

Signed, Patricia Hilton

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Torn

Skin is milky, but my heartbeats black

Turn around take the knife out my back

Death consumes me

Lies weren't truth you see

You smile in my face

Words you spit put my name to disgrace

Laying on the floor

The world turns uncontrollably

Emptiness in your sorry 

Pour salt to my wounds

That bad hit marked my skin woefully

Tore my soul

Thought you could win with the lies you told

Knock me down with a kickspin

Hunger and pain from that

Is my sin

I lay eyes closed but I'm wide awake

Tears don't stream down my face

I have no emotion

Coldness took over

Your actions right there just made me bolder

I fight back incessantly

Broken bones don't get the best of me

Strength is far greater than we believe

I'll pack ya bags

Make you leave

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Trapped in Your Own Mind

Trapped in your own mind
 Comfortable within it's confines
Forgot what it was like to be free
 Only resident of this jail
 Solitary confinement 365
 All alone with these thoughts
 The voices speak of times passed
 Previous better days
 Chained to these memories
 Forced to live with them
 The pain Burns in the third
 Freedom I yearned for
 From these oppressive visions
 The nightly visits to my dreams
The star absent from my reality
 So they resembled nightmares
 Flashbacks of staring into those eyes
Haunted me when I attempted to break free
Possessed by a love not to be exorcised
 So this cross I bear

Single




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Overdosed with emotions and always being a pair

You were never true to yourself which is never fair

Expressing your mind only left you in tears

Loneliness was your biggest fear

Then it ends and at first it was hell

You crawled back into your lonely shell

Wondering why your actions led you to this place

Knowing you will never again see his face

Then time passes and you feel more alive

Realising that you are strong enough to survive

Living to your rules and enjoying your time

You never look back as you know you now shine

At first you sift in an out of 'relationships' that always seem to fail

Wondering when your real single life will set sail

Meaningless encounters only confirm your reasoning

For being single, living life and not depending on a thing

Being comfortable in yourself and not needing a man

Is when you finally enjoy being alone and realise you are a fan

Of the single life you feared previously

As now you can take your time and live freely

Signed Patricia Hilton

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Two Distant Strangers

The miles that separate us

Is also the ties that bind

Don't know your flesh

But I have explored your mind

Sealed fate of mental state

So longed for such of a physical break

The untainted intimacy

For that we share

The unearthy bond of consciousness aware

Nothing else compares

I know where your mind has been

I met your unspoken words

You know my soul

You did it without fear

I feel your inner-self

As we have merged as one

Two distant strangers standing

In the fire pits of None

You speak to my heart

You strum my pain with your caress

I would be nothing

If it wasn't for your worthiness

I beg to touch you

I long for your embrace

Nothing more comforting 

Than know time can't erase

I dove into your mind

I swam in your sea of words

I cupped the happiness 

I cradled your woes

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The Night Speaks

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The door creaks, the wind softly blows

The voices murmur to whoever knows

Of the string of nightmares these demons will show

The night whispers and soon their powers grow

Shifting moves, a glimmer of light

A sound so quiet it gives you a fright

You call out but no one is there to hear your plea

There is no one to set you free

Down pouring rain, darkness is all around

Your body trembles at every passing sound

They are all around you watching and staring

Of these evil things, there is nothing caring

Signed Patricia Hilton

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