Pretty pretty poetry~

her eyes

Here I stand on the brink of the world
Looking down into the pits of the apocalypse
And whose shining aqua eyes stare back at me
But yours
You hover in the nothing
Of the end of the world
Your angel wings stretch way back
Into oblivion
And you hold out your hand to me...
Do I accept?

by kai

his eyes

Here I stand
In the nothing at the end of the world
Offering you this chance
Holding my life out to you,
Cupped in my hand
You shy away
Turn back to the earth you once knew
But nothing remains
But dust.
So now I offer you
The only choice
Me
Or the empty hole that remains
From the apocalypse.

by kai
 

To Sean

Secure
in your insanity,
a broken mind protecting
a broken past.

You've made yourself strong
enough to protect your mother.
Two down,
third time's the charm
And this time you're charmed.
Winged, destined,
 and out of your head.
Chosen your stand,
chosen your mother,
stuttering comfort and familiar name.

You can lead the minions and poodles,
set fires and play God,
but every time you look in the mirror
you see him overtaking you.
Your father in your face,
and your father's mark on your face.

How can you be expected
to make peace with your parents
when one's dead
and one's deadly?
You needn't play Oedipus.
Just keeps your wits and your dreams
and your wings.
And be careful.

by del
 

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