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'My son lives on the Ceiling.'"My son lives on the Ceiling."
I used to work as an in-home nurse (I am a man, by the way) for an older gentleman named Mr. Kurt. It wasn't a fantastic job, seeing as a lot of the time it involved wiping butts and other things that you don't even want to know about, but it got me by. This experience with Mr. Kurt, though, was a lot different than any other I had ever had. It definitely changed my views on reality.
Mr. William Kurt, born in the summer of 1928. His legs were rendered useless in a car accident in his early fifties. He was a widower, his wife, Molly Ashborn-Kurt (who decided to keep her maiden name of 'Ashborn'), died in the birth of his Son, Billiam. Billiam later drowned in the bath tub at the age of Six.
In a nutshell, William Kurt had a very sad life story-Immobile for years, widowed, and childless. All other family were either Dead, not close enough to see him or trying to get as far as possible.
Mr. Kurt was not well-liked in his neighborhood. At one point, he was ev
OC bio: EsperanzaName: Esperanza (Esme for short)
Looks: very curly and dark red hair, with mossy green eyes. Petite body shape, somewhat strong Spanish accent, dark grey-almost black-fur.
Personality: She has the personality of a typical preschooler, only a little more patient. She enjoys playing, watching the clouds, and being with her Aunt, Daybreak, and her father, Asphodel. Her mother died when Esme was younger. She likes to learn new things, and while she doesn't have the most active thinking mind, she is very imaginative. She dislikes complaining, arguing, and rain.
Bio: Esme was born in the winter months, but there is never any snow in the jungle. She spends most of her time with her Dad, and somewhat with her Aunt and cousins. She hasn't done much in her life, yet, but she will.
Dune-Silverwing OCName: Dune
Species: Vampyrum/greywing Halfbreed
Age: 1 year, 3 minutes
-Cynder (Unborn sister)
Dune has greyish-dark brown fur, a mixture of both his mothers dark copper fur, and his fathers dark grey fur. He also inherited his fathers eyes, which his younger sister did as well. What he did not inherit was his mothers size, rendering him the size of a normal northern bat. He is Average in stature and build, but he has a bit of muscle on his arms.
While he is sly and cunning, he also has a sence of goodness and doesn't want to become a nuisance. He often times notaces small things that others wouldn't. He is daring, has a nack for getting in trouble, and he is somewhat sociable. He tends to talk little, but enjoys a good conversasion when he can find one. His Diet consists of mostly bugs, sometimes meat.
Dune was born all but three minutes a
Wolfsbane-Silverwing OCName: Wolfsbane.
Age: 2 and a half years.
-Willow (mother, Passed away)
-Monsoon (Father, passed away)
-Cynder (unborn daughter)
Wolfsbane has dark grey fur, somewhat black, which his daughter (Ember) inherited from him. He Has dark blue eyes with small specks of green, which again, both his eldest son (Dune) and his youngest daughter (Ember) have both inherrited from him. He has a black crest atop his head, which is spiked and messy.
Alot like his mate, Wolfsbane is a daredevil and likes to get in trouble. its almost like a second nature to him. At times, he will hold back when he knows its good for him. He is, as well, stubborn. But he has a good heart, and will do whats right, even if he isn't sure what will happen. He is all around a family man, and has a bit of a dark side he keeps to himself. he would never harm what means everything to him, and would
Rhiannon-Silverwing OCName: Rhiannon
Age: 2 years, 5 months.
-Cynder (unborn Daughter)
Rhiannon is what you would call a "normal looking vampyrum", Save for her dark copper fur that clashes with her bright green eyes. She is a fair size, allthough a bit frail. She can hold her own, mind you. Like her daughter (Ember), She has a small tuft of brown fur ontop of her head, but not as long or curled.
Rhiannon is both nurturing, caring, and gentle, a perfect mother figure. She does have her adventurous side, allthough. She is very shy at first, and tends to stick to the shadows. When you get to know her, you will find that she can be somewhat impulsive, and tends to blurt out what she thinks. She can be somewhat posessive, very resourceful, and a bit of a daredevil. Her diet consists of meat.
Rhiannon left her jungle home at a you
Ember-Silverwing OCName: Ємвɛя
Species: Vampyrum/graywing hybrid
Age: Yearling. (1 year)
-Cynder (Unborn sister)
Ember has dark Grey fur. It is usualy seen either messy and spiky, or smoothed down and curly. She has Dark blue eyes with small specks of green in them. She has a frilled Brown-black tuft of fur atop her head, but it isn't very long. She is dainty, and feminine, but not frail.
Ember is a bit of a jack of all trades. While she is caring and protective, she is stubborn and curious at the same time. She has a nack for being loud or wanting to be herd, and sometimes causes problems by speaking her mind. She can also be very moody.She can also be sometimes solitary and easily anoyed, and prefers her time alone when she needs a break. Bust most of the time, she is very sociable and friendly. Her diet consists of mostly meat, and occasio
the hours of standing byDo not cry for me,
for when we cry
we are as wolves,
howling in the wind.
Their cries disolve
as water does in air,
as it turns to steam
then nothing at all.
when i say i'm so tired
it means i'm tired of everything.
tired of all the silence,
tired of all the hours.
the hours of waiting
for someone to talk to.
of standing by.
Maybe i'm not from here.Its raning,
pitter patter on my window pain.
mummy says i can't go out,
mummy says i won't like rain.
but i want to go out
because i do like rain
it reminds me of things
that i've red in my books.
daddy says thats silly, though.
Daddy says i should be realistic.
i dont think i would want to do that,
all the grownups look so sad.
so yes, when i speak
i do use big words.
but only because i can
because of yes, my books.
and the kids all look at me
like i'm something totaly different
Maybe i am
maybe i'm not from here.
ZombieI can't remember
the last time you called me
maybe it was a month ago
or maybe it was a year
we used to talk all day
sometimes even all night
but you've gone away somewhere
but you never told me where.
I can wait, i promise you
but i cant hold on forever
if you dont come back soon my dear
i fear i may be a zombie.
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
All over my tableever wonder what was on the moon?
like the little aliens
that lived in the shoe?
what kind of things
lie in those gray patches,
what kind of monsters
leer in the dark.
my fingers always want me to rhyme.
whenever i try to write like this
When i pet my cats, they always hiss.
hey, look at that.
I've never been good at letting go
never been good at letting thoughts fly
i guess my brain is just wired like a bike
it needs to be peddled to get anywhere.
but you know, maybe its like a motorcycle,
because sometimes my brain shortcircuts to.
No, i dont sit there drooling
i just sit there, zoning out.
oh, wow. i'm thinking freely now.
letting my twitchy hands twitch all the want
when i look back and read some of this,
i kinda wanna slap myself, because it sounds so sloppy.
sloppy somewhat rhymes with poppy.
And soon comes the day where we all wear red
and yes, the poppy counts as red.
roses are red, violets are blue,
sometimes soldiers have feelings too.
i think my thoughts are like
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