Apr. 23rd, 2011

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Sever my soul
oh wretched Manticore!
With eyes human
and paws swift;
in all lore – that
Trumpeting roar!

I gave my heart to
that winged Beast;
which He gladly tore to shreds,
and left me lying on the floor
in broken shards of glass.

With monster’s claws
poised to rip and to tear,
gone is the Venetian lion
who flew my heart to Heaven’s height.

Left now is a nightmare
from which I cannot wake;
and left now is a Heart
that cannot help but break.
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I don’t know if I like all of the freedom your mother has given you,” Daniel said.

I shrugged.

“Listen,” I said, “You can try to make up for the time and influence you lost, if that’s what you want to do.  I’m just thinking that you fucked up in the beginning and we’re not gonna have a happy ending. You’re not the only one of us who has missed out on his son’s life, but unlike you, I didn’t have a choice.”

“I'm sorry.”  The words were barely audible, lying quietly on the edge of Daniel's breath.

“I bet you feel like a bastard for pushing my buttons now, right? Truth be told, you’re the lucky one. If you really want to be a part of my life, you only had to wait seventeen years for your chance.  I’m never gonna see Rowan again.”

Daniel drove in silence for the rest of the trip.

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Apr. 23rd, 2011 02:29 pm
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“There was something about seeing her in my clothes, holding onto a piece of me – some kind of memory – even just one."  

Jason Levine

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This is now; it is when the crow spreads his dark wings and releases all thought. He propels himself toward the sky with the grace of a lady and lands on a street sign not far away. His eyes scan the darkness for any sign of life, and once he finds his mark he stares, and the grace is gone, and fear is shocked into the fluttering hearts of the little girls who see him.

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Imagine love to be the war,
And I would be the manticore
With thirsty stares and ringing shrieks,
And you shall play that one.

Come now, sweet love, and take a bite;
Rest assured, the apple's right.
It's you I seek to keep
But from my fingertips you bleed,

And you cannot be won.

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