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A Taste of Life
I am the girl who
Stops dead on the sidewalk
People all around her
And lifts a leaf; amber and fire
In her fingertips
Breathing its spicy scent
Before tucking the memory in her pocket
I am the girl who
Cringes when she cuts herself
But then stops in fascination
Marveling at the beauty
Of red against flesh
The fools scramble for band-aids
But she cherishes those vital drops
I am the girl who
Runs out in the sleet and rain
Her feet bare as a naked baby
Her outstretched arms
Purple with raw cold
Others shudder in their jackets
And stare as she dances in ice
I am the girl who
Laughs at popularity
Buried in her closet, she picks out
The most bizarre items
Throwing them on carelessly
She dances off in life
To taste yet another miracle
I walked, and as I walked
Sticking out of the snow
I almost missed its gentle color
Due to the surroundings
An arm; a bluish arm
Over a strange shape
It fluttered in the cruel breeze
I gasped to see blue veins
Lining the snowy, frozen surface
I moved, and with fear I moved
What was it?
I lifted a hand and reached out
Vocalize your pain
Paint it in black all over the
Sterilized numbness of white walls
And maybe, just maybe
They will hear you
They will know you are not fooling
With your own heart
You are not a child
For you have felt the bitterest agony
To the core of stupid faces that laughed at you
Maybe, just maybe
You can twist their smiles around
And they will stop
And see you for the lost, abandoned
Beautiful soul you are
A Poet's Confession
You ask me, "How do you become a poet?"
I say, "Well, how do you become immortal?"
Unable to find an answer, you ask again...
"How would you define a poet?"
A poet is being able to cast your heart out
Onto the bare snow
Blue edges curling
And watch it freeze
Because I have to
Because they would whine if I didn't
And that's one thing you shouldn't puncture
(Much less neglect)
So I'll gasp and wheeze and
Do it again
Because I have to
Because you would cry if I didn't
And that's one thing you shouldn't break
(A mother's heart)
So I'll just go on breathing, Mom
Because you love me
short edward clip
He tore away from the corpse, only to see himself--face-to-face--in a window. A hoarse gasp nearly choked him, and he was running...running... from what? From himself? Or was it from the body he'd left behind, its throat ripped open savagely...
"Stop!" he sobbed. Something moved to his left, and he whirled around instinctively.
A girl stood in a doorway, watching him. She looked about eleven or twelve years old. The house she lived in was no better than the slummy alley he had left behind. She didn't look scared, he noticed. He sighed in relief. The darkness probably hid the blood on his face and clothes.
"Papa?" she said, tilting her head to one side. "Is that you?"
"No," he answered. His voice was too rough, and she stepped back a little.
"Where is papa?"
"I don't know." He felt a sudden urge to help this little girl. Amend for his recent crime. "What does he look like?"
She lifted her hand up high, indicating someone very tall. "He has a brown hair, and a scar like t
You ask me why I do not love you
You condemn my cruelty; my lack of feeling
I can smell your tears
They reek of acid
Strong and salty-sweet
Let me share with you a little secret
From the beginning of time, man has driven himself insane
Exploring a woman's heart
Many fell upon the knife
To drive the desire out of them
Romeo could not have done worse for himself
His blood was spilt to stain a woman's gown
And yet the world sings
To the dark, horrific tune
Of this "beautiful romance"
I cannot risk living another, damned day
With wheedling siren's licking their soft tongues across my lips
Scrutinizing my body
Delving into my thoughts
Their wicked eyes flashing
And this same love?this poisoned, sickening, filthy kiss
That you so wish I emulate for you
Has frozen this heart, my dear
And oh, what pleasure I took in smashing it all
TriumphI will come for you
Lies and excruciating pain
Because I love to hear you scream
I will come for you
Blood and filth
As my middle name
Because you hated war so much
I will come for you
Fever and golden triumph
Because you burned it all, dearest
Leah X JacobLeah's POV
Its been six years since the Cullens left Forks, and to this day I still have to deal with Jacob mourning Renesmee leaving. When they first moved I couldn't be happier, I thought since the bloodsuckers have left that maybe things could go back to normal - maybe I'll stop shifting and be normal. That happiness soon changed to annoyance. I had to constantly deal with hearing and seeing Jacob wined and complain every time I was in my wolf form. And during the past year, that annoyance changed to pity. The poor kid's depression just seem to get deeper. Lately he's seemed so mechanical. He's like a robot. He gives us orders to rome around apparently trying to make sure there are no vamps around the area, when we all know he's doing this in hopes that we might catch Cullens scent.
"Leah do you mind getting your brother from the Black's house? no one is answering their house phone. And tell Billy and Jacob they're welcome to join us. Charlie will be here in 30 minutes, and heaven k
Carlisle and Esme-untitledBella's POV
Carlisle and Esme had been kidnapped by the volturi, and when we were just
about to go get them, Carlisle called us on his cellphone.
"Hey, guys. We're in Seattle, we're on our way home."
"Guys, we'll talk about it when we're home, okay? I love you." He hung up, and
when they pulled into the driveway, we all rushed out to their car.
"MOM! DAD!" we all ran toward them, and hugged them. Carlisle winced a bit when Emmett
wrapped his arms around his ribs.
"I'm alright. My ribs are broken. I'm alright, though."
"Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"I hurt my back somehow...." He chuckled a little. "Don't worry about me."
"Is mom hurt?"
The smiled faded from Carlisle's face, and he looked away. He started toward the
house, but Esme grabbed him and hugged him. "Shh. Honey. It's okay." He held her
by her shoulders, looking her in the eye. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, Carlisle. Stop worrying." Something had happened to Esme, and Carlisle
felt awful about it. We a
Leah X Jacob Part IIIDear Diary,
Today is our 6 month anniversary. I can't believe I'm actually excited about a 6 month anniversary. I'm definitely getting the hang of this "girly" relationship thing. I have to admit it was hard in the beginning, specially with the pack's constant teasing. Not to mention Sam acting weird around us the first couple of weeks. I guess Jacob and Sam had a heart to heart talk and everything's fine now. Its great having Jacob by my side. I don't feel the sting of heartache every time I see Emily and Sam together anymore. I now have my other half. I love him, and he loves me. That's all that matters. It does bother me though, knowing that he still thinks of her sometimes. Sometimes when we're in our wolf form he'll see, smell or hear something that would remind him of her and he can't help but think of her. Sometimes when the rest of the pact are resting I sneak out and do a little patrolling by myself. I usually go to the Cullen's old house just to make sure they have not come b
Leah X Jacob Part IILeah's POV
"Race yah to the first prey!" Jacob thought with a bit more enthusiasm
"You're on!" I thought right back.
Sometimes its easier that we hear each others thoughts when we're in wolf form especially when we're patrolling. I pushed my legs harder passing Jacob easily. "What was that back there between me and Jake? That was so weird" I thought to myself. "What was so weird?" Jake asked. And sometimes it was a hassle being able to hear each others thoughts. "Nothing!" I responded too quickly. There! I finally got a whiff of life. I ran even faster and soon saw two bucks feeding on grass. I leaped on the bigger one snapping its neck quickly as to not make it feel any pain. Within a millisecond Jacob was on the other buck tearing away at its flesh. "I win!" I declared as I started to feed. I tried not to think about how much I would rather be eating a home cooked meal than this raw meat. I know that would ruin Jacob's surprisingly good mood. "I let you win" Jacob thought as he devou
Carlisle: DepartureI had only just finished signing some patient release forms when Edwards familiar footsteps entered my office. He had been standing outside here for some time--something was on his mind, something big. And the way he held his body, the way his eyes unconsciously flickered around the room: he was nervous about something. Such minute changes, but enough to put me on alert.
Yes? I asked as he stood, worried when he said nothing.
Edward cleared his throat and switched his weight from one foot to the other. Carlisle, I-- He hesitated slightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was firmer, deeper. I have something to tell you.
Whatever it was meant a lot to him; I stood up from my desk and went over to him to see if I could somehow make this experience any less painful. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. What is it, son? I was about to ask him if he would possibly wait for Esme to hear whatever his announcement was when I heard my wife
Nail PolishThe Cullens decide they NEED to paint their nails so...
Carlisle: I love white colored nail polish, It's so plain and pretty.
Emmett: Just like you! HA! so got one over Carlisle!
Alice: Okay then Emmett *giggle* What color do you like?
Emmett: Hot Pink
*Entire Cullen family laugh*
Edward: *cough* gay *cough*
Alice: I love sunshine yellow nail polish, It's so bright!
Edward: I love Neon green
Rosalie: I love blood red,
Edward: BIG surprise *rolls eyes*
Rosalie: YOU SUCK EDWARD!
Bella: I like chocolate brown.
Alice: Sweet.... no pun indended
Esme: I like gold it's so pretty and elegant.
Jasper: I don't like nail polish... for guys it's just gay
Alice: MEANIE! SPOIL MY FUN THEN!
Japser: Fine if I was to pick I think it would be....Black.
*Edward and Emmett snicker*
Emmett: *cough* emo *cough*
Jasper: I hate life. *grumbles and walks away to sit in a corner and brood*
Happy Belated mcflea007"Alice, can you look one more time?" Edward's quiet and tense whisper met my reluctant ears. I sighed and set my papers down, my hand going to my forehead. My poor son. The fourth time this month.
It was quiet for a moment as Alice watched the future, focused on finding one specific moment.
She sighed, "I'm sorry, Edward. There's nothing." In my mind's eye, I watched her touch his arm, mimicking what I would do. "I'll let you know what I see anything, okay?"
Her quiet footsteps traveled down the hall, and Edward groaned softly to himself as he leaned against my wall.
"Edward?" I called. "I want to speak to you."
Obediently, he opened the door and stepped inside. He pushed it shut as he came closer to my desk.
I stood up to face him. "Edward, I'm concerned," I sighed.
"I'm sorry, Carlisle," he apologized. "I just--I need to know."
"The future changes every day, son--"
"That's why I keep asking! What if--what if something I do today--in the next five minutes--changes the future to go in
Happy Birthday, CullenPersonIt was interesting to watch Carlisle be embarrassed. I almost couldn't help myself from bursting into laughter at his stuttering self-consciousness; Carlisle, who I had only ever seen calm and confident, was now unsure, and instead of filling me with pity (like I felt it should've), I was immensely entertained at his struggle.
"Esme...the doctors at my hospital--they're throwing me a going-away party...and I was wondering if--would you...like to go? With me? There will be dancing!"
We had never been on a date before; even so, I couldn't imagine that asking me out would make him so embarrassed! It was funny.
He was giving me a beseeching look, and his hands clasped mine. It took all I had not to chuckle at his expression. What was he so worried about? Did he really think I would turn him down?
I let out a giggle and ducked my head. "Yes, Carlisle," I murmured as I shook my head. "I'd be happy to go with you." I glanced up through my hair to catch his expression: relief and happin
Where My Heart Is
"Where is your heart, Alice?"
My heart is where he is
The one whom I waited for
So long in darkness
My mind a refuge
They called me insane
But I knew better
He knew better
His melting eyes saw through me
A bright light seemed to burn me
"Where is your soul, Alice?"
My soul is in his hands
Molded to pale perfection
I gave it to him
When he first smiled
And said my name
His face scarred by pain
But so gentle in love
I locked us together in time
And threw away the key
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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