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<blockquote data-quote="Bhryn" data-source="post: 2975335" data-attributes="member: 36462"><p><em>A note on cream, warm parchment with cursive hand in a dark ink of blue shade, darker than indigo and closer to midnight, or perhaps black. The paper itself has runes enchanted about the bottom, intended so others do not post atop the note, leaving it singular and pristine, perched or perhaps poised on a slender thorn.</em></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'">With sticks, with stones, a house of cards;</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'">We all fall down, we all fall down...</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Thrice bound, thrice grasped and caught.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Clipped my wings for a life so fraught.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>For someone important who I may be</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>They locked up my mind to set me free,</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>They caged all the memories so I wouldn't weep</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And crushed down my pain, under their feet.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>It's wrong and yet right, what to say, what to say?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>But choices and decisions, they were already made.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>So I walk without knowing where I should go</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>I laugh at the jokes that inside I still know.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>The sunsets are different but still just the same</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>I follow the rules to this ever changing game.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Brokered my wishes and kept only glass</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>To look through in memory at what is past.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em></em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>My name on your lips, was it me you knew?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>The Truth in the silence, the pain that I drew,</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>The violent supression of anger and grief</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Raw in the moment, torn beyond your belief.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Shower'd it down and cleansed it, mended</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And fended. The pain and pleasure all blended.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Did you see deeper than the nothing</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>In my endless eyes? In the soulless something?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Was the laughter forgiving or destructively wild?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>The passion unrelenting or tired and mild?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Who was I, this woman I am and don't know</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>To capture these hearts, to keep them in tow?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em></em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>I was something to someone, was I not?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>The future a memory, a distant dark blot</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Of ink, for someone has written over the plan of me</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And penned in new verses, discreetly.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>It dries with words I didn't know how to say</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Or didn't want to say, kept them locked away</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>In my heart of hearts. I'd wish tomorrow</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Were here, without this undirected sorrow</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>That clenches my heart coldly, so cold.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>My face in the mirror, passing, is so old</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>But so young. I am no older than I recall</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>But older inside, where the soul stalls</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And turns dark with forbidden memories</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Of being older. Or younger. Or me.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em></em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>So I write my name in blood across the land</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And smile vaguely in my dreams, a hand</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Clenched about the sword of all sorrows ever.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Revel in the war I caused and love, forever,</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>The perfect killing machine, made to destroy</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And with laughter bitter, like a broken toy</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>I know I am pushed aside until another war</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Until another fight. Is this all I am good for?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>So throws those sticks and stones of phrases</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Clichéd, as you like, in various mazes;</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>That lead around and round without going anywhere</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>To lead inside to the space called nowhere.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>And on the floor with the house of cards high</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Placing queen to king, stable and strong, a lie.</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Faces all inward so I don't know them on sight</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Then with revelation burned into the failing light</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>I know I am thrice bound against what I know</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'"><em>Yet have lost. What have I lost, where did it go?</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'">With sticks, with stones, a house of cards;</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'">We all fall down, we all fall down...</span></span></span></p><p></p><p>Bhryn xxxx</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Bhryn, post: 2975335, member: 36462"] [i]A note on cream, warm parchment with cursive hand in a dark ink of blue shade, darker than indigo and closer to midnight, or perhaps black. The paper itself has runes enchanted about the bottom, intended so others do not post atop the note, leaving it singular and pristine, perched or perhaps poised on a slender thorn.[/i] [COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial Narrow]With sticks, with stones, a house of cards; We all fall down, we all fall down...[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Arial Narrow][i]Thrice bound, thrice grasped and caught. Clipped my wings for a life so fraught. For someone important who I may be They locked up my mind to set me free, They caged all the memories so I wouldn't weep And crushed down my pain, under their feet. It's wrong and yet right, what to say, what to say? But choices and decisions, they were already made. So I walk without knowing where I should go I laugh at the jokes that inside I still know. The sunsets are different but still just the same I follow the rules to this ever changing game. Brokered my wishes and kept only glass To look through in memory at what is past. My name on your lips, was it me you knew? The Truth in the silence, the pain that I drew, The violent supression of anger and grief Raw in the moment, torn beyond your belief. Shower'd it down and cleansed it, mended And fended. The pain and pleasure all blended. Did you see deeper than the nothing In my endless eyes? In the soulless something? Was the laughter forgiving or destructively wild? The passion unrelenting or tired and mild? Who was I, this woman I am and don't know To capture these hearts, to keep them in tow? I was something to someone, was I not? The future a memory, a distant dark blot Of ink, for someone has written over the plan of me And penned in new verses, discreetly. It dries with words I didn't know how to say Or didn't want to say, kept them locked away In my heart of hearts. I'd wish tomorrow Were here, without this undirected sorrow That clenches my heart coldly, so cold. My face in the mirror, passing, is so old But so young. I am no older than I recall But older inside, where the soul stalls And turns dark with forbidden memories Of being older. Or younger. Or me. So I write my name in blood across the land And smile vaguely in my dreams, a hand Clenched about the sword of all sorrows ever. Revel in the war I caused and love, forever, The perfect killing machine, made to destroy And with laughter bitter, like a broken toy I know I am pushed aside until another war Until another fight. Is this all I am good for? So throws those sticks and stones of phrases Clichéd, as you like, in various mazes; That lead around and round without going anywhere To lead inside to the space called nowhere. And on the floor with the house of cards high Placing queen to king, stable and strong, a lie. Faces all inward so I don't know them on sight Then with revelation burned into the failing light I know I am thrice bound against what I know Yet have lost. What have I lost, where did it go?[/i][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][FONT=Arial Narrow]With sticks, with stones, a house of cards; We all fall down, we all fall down...[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] Bhryn xxxx [/QUOTE]
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