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while Nightcrawler was out on her wild ways
no rest for her it seams
for every time she drifts away
she snaps back to reality
though she wanders, and hunts her prey
she may never see that face
of the man who had truly ripped away
her soul and sealed her fait
and though that night had long since passed
Nightcrawler's heart remains cold
and though her death has long since delayed
her hatred had not yet grown old
but tonight, while out, on her wild ways
there was a familiar face
you can be sure she removed both his heads
and she did so without haste
"For every scar in which i bare
you put on me with care,
thanks to your monstrous ways
my body has long since decayed"
"now watch your body rot
be grateful for memories you have
for trophies are nothing now
because your dead, now that your found"
"as your body hits the floor
and your brains head for the door
feel your blood, flee your brains
as i take your soul away"
now she cog-gels in her arms,
a tinny blue life form
she cradles it close to her chin
as she vanishes with the wind
but in the whispers of the night
you could hear her plain as day
"now you feel my pain" quoth she
"now I may rest again"
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love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
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On The Threshold of Creation
Daughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.
In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will
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You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
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this is my last nightcrawler poem
i usd her as an escape of anger but i no loger feel such hate
its time to end this undead creature
her war has finally ended
thank you to all the undead who supported nightcrawler an listened to her struggles
nightcrawler is finally at piece thanks to all of you
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