Wilderness

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One with the wilderness.

Since one was young.

Nature’s beautiful song.

 

As we have aged.

Emotion’s decayed.

Man as cold as ice.

 

What once was our friend.

Now enemy.

Nature’s haunting cry.

 

Freedom of thought.

Endless dreaming.

Fresh world at fingertips.

 

Oh to be young again.

Oh to be free again.

From these emotionless chains.

 

Years have gone by.

I now lay in decay.

Beneath fresh fallen leaves.

I lay in decay

unable to take

the person I had become.

 

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

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Writing

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Hello Creeps.

I’d like to take the time out to talk about how I feel towards people that leave rude comments about a piece of work I have written or that bring about questions and concerns. 

This means that I am doing my job as a writer to stir emotions deep within you. To cause you to think, to cause you to question. 

Sure, you may be pissed at a piece of work of mine or hate that I brought out an emotion in you one of which, you’d love to keep hidden from the world. 

But it means I’m doing my job.

 

The Girl – Intro

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**** This is a story I wrote in 9th grade (I’m guessing) for a school horror project. Needless to say the post here, I’ve re-written to make it more how I write now. The original intro will be written below the Re-Written.*****

It’s 5:08 AM. I’m still awake from the night before. The house is silent as it creaks with the wind. My mother lay asleep next to my father in the next room. Their snores seem to echo throughout the silent house. I’m lying upon my bed, bathed in light from the sky. I don’t know what has come over me lately. I just never sleep. I got out of my bed quietly, tiptoeing downstairs. No lights are on and I smile in the dark. I love the dark and the way it holds me. The way the devil’s arms seem to be around me. Much like that of the embrace of a lover.
I made my way to our neat and tidy living room. Everything had its place. Ever since mom became best friends with Prozac. I went over to the family portrait. As I’m standing there looking at our faces with the phony smile and the “everything is well” pose… I wished it would burn. Burn to hell. Burn it all! I hate having a fake smile. I hate the way I cannot be true to who I am within. No one would understand what’s within. No one… not even myself.
I try to hold back tears as I stood there. Oh, what I would do to have my friend back. If he wouldn’t have died, maybe my mind wouldn’t be in this state. He taught me how to be strong in a family full of liars. A family full of lunatics that would tear each other down instead of help them up. I throw the portrait into the fireplace and watched it burn slowly. A grin came upon my face as I watched the flame devour our faces. First, my father’s face, then my mothers and finally mine. I felt a sense of evil running through my veins. It was like a drug and I was the addict. No rehab for me. I slowly walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I slowly made my way up the stairs, being ever so quiet, and slowly opened my parent’s bedroom door…

© Mercy Desdemona 2012

Original Written in ’06:

It’s 5:08AM. I’m still awake from the night before. My mother lay asleep next to my father in the next room. There snores seem to echo through the house. I tiptoe downstairs. No lights are on. I love the dark. The way it holds me. The way the devil’s arms seem to be around me. A loving embrace.
I go towards the living room. Looking at my family portrait. I wish it would burn. Burn to hell. Burn it all! I hate my fake smile. I hate the way I can’t be myself. No one understands. No one!! Not even me!! Oh. What I would do to have my friend back. If he wouldn’t have died, maybe my mind wouldnt be in this state. He taught me how to be strong in a family full of liars. A family full of close-minded lunatics.
I throw the portrait in the fire. Grin as I watch our faces burn. BURN BABY!! first my father’s face, then my mothers. Finally mine. I felt the evilness goes through my veins. It was like drug. I was addicted. No rehab for me. I slowly walked into the kitchen. Grabbed a knife. Started making my way up the stairs. I slowly opened my parent’s bedroom door….

© Mercy Desdemona 2006

Security

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I long for the day I can be in your arms.
Secure from the outside world.
People have shown us hatred and pain.
In this world, we’re both the same.

With a look and no words,
We know to be there.
We can feel how we care.
In silence our love shines.
With words our souls combine.
Cherish sweet memories.
Look forward to our future.

We are guided by the light of the moon.
And the sweet glow of the stars.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Sunset to Sunset.
Embrace forever.

– Mercy Desdemona © 2012