Chasing Away the Demons by Kayla Stiles (the best ebook reader for android TXT) 📖

Sometimes I wonder, “Is my purpose to hurt people,
Or can I somehow break this bond to betrayal, my marriage?”
I know I may not be the best at much more than morbid poetry and song,
But if let, I just might be able to crash this, my wounding gong.

Happy early Mother’s Day mommy. Please forgive me for being such a nuisance, such a rebel. I know not why I am the way I am…God must have some purpose for me and I intend to become better, clearer, so as I may clear the cobwebs in my conscience…………. I love you, always and forever. Sleep tight. :* Emo Love Sonnets LXIX

Emo Love Sonnets LXIX

5/2/11

I don’t love you as if you were a stone of gold, obsidian,
Or bouquet of black roses that propagate ice:
I love you as one loves certain emptiness,
Openly, between the shadow and the heart.

I love you as the ivy that creeps along the wall, blooming
With the sweetly scented flowers, opening, upon themselves,
And thanks to your love that sweet aroma that arose
From the graveyard dwells brightly in my carcass.

I love you without knowing why, or how, or at what time,
I love you darkly without issues or fear:
I love you this way because I know nothing else but Emo love,
Except in this form in which I am not alive nor are you,
So near that your breath on my cheek is mine,
So near that your warm brown eyes close with my nightmares.

Graveyard Follies (Emo Love)

Graveyard Follies (Emo Love)

She’s all alone, sitting
In the middle of a graveyard.
Not a soul in sight.
The silvery orange moonlight
Glints off her long pale hair,
Lightly touches her upturned face,
Illuminating her softly-glowing, pale skin.

The crystal tears streaming
From her clear, hazel eyes
Look, in the moonlight, like
Glittering streaks and streams
Upon her gentle, sorrow-filled face.
Black streaks and rivers run down her cheeks
As her mascara runs, her kohl eyeliner smears.

No one there to share in her sorrow
But for the silent tombs,
The dead lying six feet under.
The spirits of those of the past.
No one there but the ghosts of her past.
No one to wipe away her tears,
To hold her close, to assure her

Things are going to be okay.
No warm arms to embrace her reassuringly.
She shivers as a crisp autumn wind
Kicks up the dust, quickly envelopes her.
She shivers, however, more from the ice in her soul,
Than from the brisk windy breeze.
That wind that whistles and howls among the graves.

That wind that causes the trees to moan,
Low, mournful moans,
That send chills up her spine.
That wind that furthers the illusion
That she is indeed all alone in this destitute,
Lonely, haunted old cemetery.
For, in truth, she is not alone.

He rests, hidden among the skeletal willows,
Watching her with those loving brown eyes.
Watching her as she cries in the moonlight.
Sitting among the graves, all by herself.
His heart breaks as he sees her tears
Fall from her face and splash to the ground among
The thousand sparkling droplets scattered across

The leaves littering the ground. Her blonde hair
Falls over her face, obscuring it, as she bows her head.
He loves her so much, has always loved her,
Yet she doesn’t see him, doesn’t know.
He’s merely a best friend to her,
Someone she can go to when in need of a hug,
When in need of a shoulder to cry on.

Suddenly, the glittering flash of
Moonlight on metal as she
Pulls out a blade, held to her arm.
He bursts out of his hiding place,
Rushes to her side, holds her in his arms.
She cries in his shoulder, and
Brings the blade to her forearm.

The little red drops scatter the
Cold engraved stone behind her,
Coat the dead leaves. Scattering
Across the brush like a hundred cut rubies.
Gently, he opens her hand,
Takes the razor in his own hand.
She sobs harder as the rubies

Drip sluggishly from her arm. He
Pulls her to him, sits cross-legged on
The crunchy leaves, the damp earth.
She rests in his lap, lays her head
Against his shoulder, sobs brokenly.
As he gently pets her hair,
Kisses her neck lightly, he whispers,

“I love you. I always have.”
She looks up into his murky eyes,
Clear sapphires shimmering in her own
Pallor face. She stutters softly,
“I-I-I love y-y-you t-too.”
He looks into her plain face, lowers
His own beautiful face, kisses her softly.

“I make you this promise.
I’ll never leave you, never hurt you.
I’ll never cause you grief. Not if
I can help it. I’ll protect you
From all the hate, all the pain.
I’ll look out for you, I’ll stay by your side.
If you die, I die with you. I love you.”

Her Inner Tears

Her Inner Tears

She walks through the halls,
Hair over her face. Arms crossed protectively
Over her chest. Draped in long
Black sleeves and a hood to hide
Her face, hide her arms.
A gaping hole in her chest where,
Once upon a time, that which was shattered
Long ago once was. Scars that
Criss cross along her arms,
Over her legs, turn purple
As the brisk wind chills her
Blood, stands the hair on her arms
Erect as she steps outside. Her raven hair
Flutters in the wind, like curtains of sheer black.
As she turns to finally go home, a voice
From behind calls to her.
“Hey look, it’s the Little Bitch!”
Reluctantly, she turns to the voice.
Not surprisingly, it’s Them. The girls
Who’ve hated her from first sight.
They saunter up to her, they push
Her down. Her blue eyes burn from the sand
Kicked in her face. Her body becomes bruised
And beaten. A fresh bruise flowers and blooms
Under her right eye as it swells up.
Finally, the girls finish their fun.
She lays on the ground, curls up, all
Alone. The hard, cold earth
Glistens and glitters with the tears she’s shed.
She hugs her body to the earth
As she welcomes its rough embrace.
She welcomes the darkness that slowly begins
To cloud her vision. Her misty blue eyes
Fog over with pain, with sorrow, with death.
The cold wind bites at her exposed flesh.
It makes her shiver. She cries even harder.
Suddenly, a gentle warmth, a softly glowing light
Reaches into her dark, dank, bitterly cold tomb,
Embraces her lovingly. Enfolds her sweetly.
She’s dragged out of that empty, lonely darkness,
Back into the light. Looking up dizzily,
She reaches up with a hand, touches his sweet face.
He holds her tight, kisses her forehead.
“You left me to die alone,” she rasps dazedly.
“Never again will I make that mistake,” He whispers.
“I can’t let you hurt me again,” she says.
He puts a finger to her lips.
“Sh,” he says. “I will never hurt you. I’ll always be here
For you. whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”
“Ok,” she says softly, then she faints.
He carries her home, lays her in her bed.
Applies pressure to her cuts, puts ice on her bruises.
When she comes to, five hours later, it’s dark out.
She sits upright in bed, gets dizzy, but stays sitting up.
He appears from the shadows,
Gently puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Lie down,” he whispers. “I’m here to stay.”
(Then she’s asleep in his warm arms once again.)

Hunger

Hunger

She crouches in the dark corner,
Waiting,
Ready to pounce on her prey.
Her brilliant blue eyes
Glint and glimmer with the thrill of the hunt.
He does not notice her as she
Sits, hidden deep in shadow.
He senses her eyes on his back,
Spins around to gaze at the alleyway
In which she hides.
He squints his eyes in the dark
And peers deep into the shadows.
But he does not see her.
She is well-shrouded by her fellow darkness.
Suddenly the whispered voice enters her head.
Kill him! Kill him!
It keeps saying, over and over again.
She thirsts for his blood,
Hungers for his flesh.
Will she act on this hunger though?
Will she kill the one she loves?
Will she?