Huntsmen

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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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Lyrically Unheard

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Lyrical warfare, assassination of the mentally corrupt
Crush party-goers, I can't get enough
Slaughter insight of the page book genius
No credit for they deem me a defective delinquent

I write, you can't hear me verbalize
Open your eyes, I'm quite the surprise
My words will tear out your spine
Or make you feel heaven through your mind

None of this is to be said just to intimidate
I don't mind being read cause your world lacks enervate
However, I'm often looked at as the underdog
Most of them got it all wrong
With my words, I'll always stand strong

For those who can't see, just grab a book
Create a world with just one look
Indulge in the mid of some other
The words will bring you to a new place
One for you to embrace
The haunting of the soul can embark on journeys
Open a book and find fantasy
Explore with your imagination
You never know until you take the time to see

                                                           Be Good To Me - Sia
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My substance

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The brisk air against my hot flesh is refreshing
My mind spinning in every direction
It's like I'm high but I didn't take anything
The simple pleasure rests in your daily billet-doux

My soul has craved for yours
Now we devour in each others umbra
I met you in a previous lifetime
I remember your divine
Just like the it's happening now
The curse of the flesh that claws at your spine

Will you curb your appetite with them
And curl up with the eternal sin
Or will your rest your head in the known realm of heart's everlasting euphoric bond?

Come to me and rest your weary head
I will stand beside you even during code red
I am more than willing to compromise
But I will not do is help your demise

Plan accordingly
Your heart is sacred
Love me endlessly
I'm certainly worth it

I don't want to wait another lifetime for your heart
Just surrender all that you are
Join me in this journey of Ecstasy



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Exposed

"We humans fear the beast within the wolf because we do not understand the beast within ourselves" -Gerald Hausman

Sometimes creativity is a lost cause
Because it allows people to judge you and see your flaws
It enables them to make an assumption
It gives them reason to doubt your every function

You write the words and put pen to paper
Thinking about the consequences later
You never think people will read it and take it on board
You don’t realise those thoughts, in their head will hoard

If you have admitted a weakness
Or even exploited a forbidden kiss
These words are forever imprinted in their minds
Assuming they are your illusive finds

People judge and never see the good
They never let their barriers down like they should
You throw caution to the wind and allow your very essence to be exposed
While they stay stifled by the trapped life they chose

You listen to your soul and write with your heart
You record the ecstasy along with the moments when your world falls apart
They mean nothing if they cannot accept your wrongs
They shouldn’t exist in your realm if they do not appreciate your song

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Crazy in Love?

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Crazy in love? All I am is crazy
Because this is supposed to feel amazing
It is not supposed to be difficult and upsetting
This is what I get for betting
On a love I thought I could handle
Now my emotions are mangled
I’m more confused that ever before
As I sit here crying on my bedroom floor
Begging for God to give me a sign
To help me make a decision and alter the design
Of my future life, it’s all in my hands
To find the ‘one’, this mythical man

I don’t need this on my head
And i certainly don’t want a loser in my bed
So I guess I have to take this seriously
I just hope he hears my plea
Because all I want is to be freed
Of the burden lying on my shoulders
As right now, my soul is getting colder

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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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True Love

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This intense passion runs through us
We look into each others eyes and in our emotions we trust
Complications hold us apart yet draw us together
Knowing in our hearts we are meant to be forever


Love at first sight never existed before this time
Seeing you and realising you were meant to be mine
Trashed are the thoughts of the past
For I am now seeing these feelings emerge so fast


This is how we know we are true
I never knew these longing feelings before you
This is the future and I finally can smile
Even if I know I could be exiled

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The Curse

There is something about you, a history of some sort

You look caught up in some painful thought

Our friendship was rare

Over time you made me believe you could care

You gave me a sense of wonder, something new

If only the feelings returned were true

You have done this before, I’m not the first

I have been caught up in your frivolous curse

The feelings I have should be buried inside

I’ve tried so hard, it’s like they have died

Until you reach me again do they rise up and grip me

Keeping away from you and not reminiscing is the key

You say these lies but you’re just a whore in disguise

A distasteful being, which was the biggest surprise

I have never been so misguided and vulnerable

I look back and know I was gullible

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