Horse Girl With No Name Part 2The cutlery clanged against the plates and bowls as the family and Daza peacefully ate."So, when do you plan on leaving to the Faire, Daza?" my father asked."We'll be here one more day and the group leaves in the morning." Daza answered."That soon?" Father turned to me. "Then I believe the riding is coming along well?""Very well, Da." I said. He was so talented at conversing with me without calling me by my name. I was glad of that. "Even Abur believes I'll do great." I had to keep from glaring at Daza. Sneaking a glance, I noticed that he looked perturbed, also."Wonderful!" he cried. Aburyfmi blushed at my father's joy of having th
Horse Girl With No Name Part 1I glanced over my shoulder as I mounted my horse. Daza was cleaning the stalls on the far end of the stables, whistling the same nonsense song my brother had sung early this morning. Suppressing a snort, I ran through the obstacle course again, trying hard to focus. I needed to really improve before the race next week.Oh, it was beautiful to watch. Every movement was so graceful, he couldn't take his eyes away from the girl on the stallion. Funny, her brother had never told him her name; really no one called her by any name. But maybe there wasn't a name to describe the wonderfully indescribable. With a head filled with the yellow of the su
Twisted ScreamYou caught my heart with a grappling hookStirred it around for a whileBut you pulled me along when you yanked me backAnd it's out of control againI don't know what triggered itI thought I had figured it outI'm usually done with the gameAfter a few months of losingBut I'm stuck in a mazeAnd I always find dead endsStepped in a wormhole and shot through the starsChasing a hound and running over myselfThe pavement slipped and hit me in the faceBut would you take my handnoPeople leave me aloneBecause they're afraid to touch a scarring faceDon't try to twist the shaft of an arrowIt only harms you, pains you m
Over The CliffFall to the second,Die in the heat of it,Resurrect yourself among flies and beetles,Feel the comfort.Now is no timeTo whine in your sleep.They'll fill your meat with grim and greaseIf they have to.Keep pretending you know what you're doing.Walk into the rhythm, swarming and thick.Don't even check twiceTo see what your brain can handle.Don't you know that confidence is adrenaline?Anything sinister must not be a worryIf a bolt writhes in your blood.Surprised to agree with my words?Sounds suspicious, but I seem alright to you.It's only sarcasm and irony.Rising to the sand pitCream yourself with fake witSo
Inspired by Repo, The Genetic Opera. No titleAt the back of the ratpackThe biggest one is singing flatHas he gone insane?Is there tissue in his brain?Did his eyes dilate?Does he seem to have lost weight?"Why no!" said the masterWho once had been a pastorPoisoned, turning vileAs he peered along the isleNo one heard a note in his fierce tiradeA punishment from God that he was meagerly paidNow he took it every night'Neath a sick lamplightNot even pride can save himAnd he's got himself to blame himBack to the ratpackTheir tune sounds like a rackA racket to a tennis ball?Right before curtain call!Curtain call? Oh no! Not on the stage!Yes! On the stag
Ball of ClayWhen I rolled in, this ball of clayYou picked me up and chiseled awayInto pieces perfectly clean in twoTwo pieces of me because of youI was already broken on the insideWith too much hurt to overcomeThen you came and opened my shellAnd showed your masterpiece to everyoneYou showed them the beauty of painShape me into your worldAnd chip away mineBurn me until I'm hardToo hard to cryCut me apart, and display my heartOnce you've broken it inI'm as soft as a ball of clayEasily manipulated and unstableMade it easy for you to work with meForming me into your vanityYou froze and shined every tearReturning my fr