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Lines from a Bleeding Heart

Never picturing solitude
Not with promises
People swore
Now those closest
Are furthest away
Those depended on
Are no longer there
Those who listened
No longer hear
I never understand
Why false promises are made
Does no one truly care
Is that why they’re gone
Are those really masks they wear
A heart is given
Yet never returned
They still flock to me
Pouring out their souls
Help them set problems free
Living can be hard
Everyone knows
Yet when it comes to individual strife
The empathetic are tossed away
Pitched like the trash of life
Is it asking too much
For someone to be supportive
But it returns to care
And honesty behind it
Would anyone dare
To reach out to one in need
Who gave so much love
When others called for it
So it could be done for them
Though they never admit
How they failed
Their human support
Now the empathetic is gone
They have indefinitely lost
The other ultimately won


Ocean

The ocean crashed ashore; he heard it. Wave after thunderous wave, it never ceased. And it was all behind him. The sun beat down on his back. It seemed to burn him. He didn’t feel comforted by the rays like normal. His body felt heavier with the heat, and the soft sand accepted his weight.

He twitched his fingers. Making sure he still had motor functions. Clenched fistfuls of sand. He opened his eyes. Bright haze flooded his sight. The storm had passed. He lifted his head, but his strength was gone. It fell back down.

The water continued splashing and roaring. It never reached him. The wind whipped his knotted hair about his head. His heart rate picked up as his skin tightened. He realized he was drying. It grew harder for him to breathe. Lungs feeling constricted. His jaw slid open for more air. He received a mouthful of sand. His blurry vision momentarily blacked out.

A cry reached him. Shouting. Followed by responses of another voice. He tried moving, tried getting away. But it was useless. His muscles strained and trembled, but they didn’t move. He couldn’t make out what the two voices said, even as they approached. All his senses were fading quickly.

The pair was upon him now. There wasn’t anything he could do. Not even thrash. He would be subjected to them. Something was thrown upon him. It was wet. The excess water flowed along his form. He was picked up. They were carrying him.

Yet, the only thing that mattered was the liquid on his drying flesh and scales. It relieved him. He could breathe normally. His tense muscles finally relaxed. His heart beat eased. And he allowed the small amount of water succumb him into unconsciousness.


A Rainy Day

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Rain pattered on the metal roof. Neon lit up the front of the agency through the dim haze. The front window fogged in the corners. Inside, the detective agency wasn’t much brighter. A desk lamp and a handul of lanterns provided soft, golden light. The radio faintly crooned a timeless classic.

The detective looked up from his newspaper. Smiled.

The assistant sat in a faded red armchair, holding a mug, legs drawn to her chin. A pink glow cast on her from the neon sign. She stared longingly at the rain.

He rose and went to her. Placed a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled, looking back at him.

“I think we can close down for the day.”

“Are you sure? People still may need our help.”

“We live right up the street. If someone has an emergency, they’ll come to us. They know where we live.” He held out a hand. “No one is going to be out in this weather.”

“True.”

He helped her up when she put her hand in his. Kissed her forehead. “Besides, you look tired.”

“I’m not tired.” But she yawned and stretched anyway.

“I don’t need to be a detective to know that you are.” He straightened his desk while she blew out the lanterns. Retreiving his trench coat from the back of his swivel chair, he held it above her head. The neon flickered off, and he locked the door.

Together, they made their way through the rain. The detective shielding as much of his wife as possible. She allowed it. This time. During the next downpour, she would freely dance her way around. But he was right. She was tired.

He knew something was definitely wrong when she didn’t make it a point to splash in every puddle she came across. The rain brought her so much joy. Yet, he knew it was because of her abilities. The first time she unleashed, she was in a coma for two weeks. The past four days had seen a decline in her zeal for life. He tried his best to remain positive. But he also knew of her mother. She had similar abilities that led her to sickness and premature death. He was afraid the same would happen to his wife. For now, all he could do was pray. Pray that she wouldn’t be taken away from him too soon. There couldn’t be a Double Heart Agency if one of them was missing.


Words of Warning

Be careful who you scorn
The most beautiful roses
Have the deadliest thorns
Be careful who you betray
Most will leave you
Maybe a few will stay
Be careful who you love
Wings of hope will only
Take you so far above
Be careful who you part
The hardest organ to mend
Is a badly broken heart
Be careful who you trust
Seemingly nice people
Can turn into a bust
Be careful who you fear
Those who make you scared
Will cause more than tears
Be careful who you worry
You may never know
How much you affect a story
Be careful who you share
One wild bird may return
While others wouldn’t dare
Be careful who you kill
Even an alive presence
Possesses a haunting will
Be careful who you scorn
The most beautiful roses
Have the deadliest thorns


Marina’s Song

When the full moon rises
And the tide is high
We’ll be rid of guisses
Victory is nigh
As the raging sea churns
Secrets come alive
Soon you’ll see water burns
Only strong survive

Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold your hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter

Sirens will have full reign
This soon all will see
Time will prove once again
Surface dwellers flee
To waiting depths below
Waves swallow you whole
No story to be told
Not of young or old

Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold your hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter

Your bodies to us bring
Then the sea will sing
Of all the hearts on strings
Such beautiful things

Come with me, to your watery grave
Come with me, I’ll hold your hand, all the way
Listen to my voice, soon you’ll have no choice
But to dive into deep waters
Come with me, without falter
Come with me


Haiku Compilation II

Sweet scent to lure
Deadly thorns defending life
Beautiful roses

Mister sky of blue
Dancing through fields of joy
Singing playful tune

Beauty can’t contend
Purity of a soft heart
Trueness of the soul

Seeds becoming life
Night blossoming into day
These little wonders

Blank thoughts on pages
Giving way to images
Inklings come alive

Colors on canvas
Water muddied with intent
Painting with the soul

Silence fills the void
Blissfully content in heart
On way toward peace

Fire burns within
Rages releases dragon form
Beware quiet ones


Haiku Compilation

A song is my soul
Meaningful words start fires
The love of music

Music in my ears
I dance all around the room
Effect of pure joy

A pitch black cloth spreads
Countless fire balls held fast
The night has fallen

Fireflies dance by
Fill the air with emotion
Magic of the night

Our darkest hour
Evil consumes a black heart
Maliciously bane

An endless abyss
Item skilled in pulsing life
Beating of humans

Love joy peace hope fine
The greatest of these is love
Find someone worthy

Two will become one
A selfless trust built on love
Hearts need affection


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