Thirst

     They stood in front of one another and kept staring at each other for a long moment. He was absolutely enchanted by the beauty of her sparkling eyes as she could never take her eyes away from that gaze… That look of his eyes would always and at any time make her fall apart and want him to take absolute control over her shattered soul. He had drawn nearer in an instance with an astonishing smile on his lips. Her instant reaction would never change at these circumstances. She couldn’t help but smile back at him with the sweetest smile. His neck was on the level of her eyes, and she could see the rushing pulse of his heart beating pushing his heated blood in one of his neck veins. He got closer to her, lowering his down to her level, and his smiling lips came to contact with her cheek with the softest kiss. Gently, his hands held her shoulders and moved upwards to the back of her neck. His kissed moved slowly to reach her partially open lips, while the tips of his fingers were moving her head a bit upwards to meet his lips. As his kisses turned more passionate by the second, her increasing need for him moved her hands around his neck and held him closer. In consequence, he pushed her against the wall, putting more pressure on her feelings with his kisses.

     One of his arms was wrapped around waist and the other was leaning her head further backwards uncovering her tempting neck. He started kissing her behind her ear, and moving slowly down to her throat. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, her pleasure grew higher, gradually. His embrace tightened, its strength pushed out an excited breath out of her lungs. He smelled nothing but the beautiful smell of her hair and skin. His lips had strongly captured her fast pulse as her blood rushed through her veins. Imagining its wonderful taste, his desire tremendously increased growing more and more intense. He repeatedly, passionately kissed that part attaching her neck to her shoulders. His hands on her shoulders, he pinned her back against the wall. Her reactions to his moves made him happier and more willing to what he was about to do. Her body shivered in expectation. He licked that particular part of her neck a couple of times. Then he gladly lowered his fangs longer to reach her skin and sink into her tender flesh. Her over-whelming blood ran down inside him putting out that firing thirst.

     The slow moan that came out of her throat stopped him from drinking all of her. He had mistaken that moan. It was one of wondrous happiness for becoming a true part of him as she had long wished. He held up in his arms preventing her from falling on the ground. He carried her to the wide bed and gently laid her down. He looked at her face with a tender smile on his lips… A smile of warm happiness and fulfilled love. He gave her a peck on her forehead and laid next to her… Holding her in his arms, he slept a long resting sleep for the first time in long years.

© A Furious Child

Unknown

     The sun was bright and warm on that spring afternoon. Cool breezes swayed the long green wild grass in the fields she stood on. She put down her heavy luggage. Her mood was still pleasant, for the lovely surrounding comforted her concerns. The evening approached as she dreamt of the future awaiting her and her beloved. She absent-mindedly sat there on the soft grass, unaware of the rapidly changing weather, until she felt the first drop of rain on her cheek. It took her out of her daydreams in a most disturbing nature. She was shocked to find the sky crowded with dark, warning clouds. Only then she discovered his annoying absence. He should have been there a long time ago. The time they had agreed to meet upon had long passed. She ran quickly, her bags at hand, to take shelter under a large sycamore tree, hoping that he would notice her from the red coat she was wearing. Associated with shrieks of thunder and wild wind, the heavy rain seemed to become stronger with every passing minute.

     "This is my punishment," she thought, "for trying to elope." The lightening stroke several areas of the meadows and finally hit the huge tree she hid under. She became absolutely frightened, fearing she would be struck by lightening, so she ran towards the road. She kept praying to God at those threatening moments to send her someone... Anyone to find her! Her efforts nearly faded against the massive strength of the wind which carried the rain drops like bullets shot against her. The ground beneath her feet was muddy and swamped and caused her to slip so many times. She fell on her knees once she reached the road. Wet... Shivering... Dizzy... Feverish... She fainted. 

     Sounds of horse hoofs, men and women's fading voices, crackles of burning wood, the scent of burned herbs, and warmth all came to her as in a hazy dream... A young man's vivid face asked her, "Who are you?" Insistently she searched her mind... then said, "I don't know."

© A Furious Child

Hatred

I can never deny that I have hatred in my heart...
Those who have done me wrong broke a part of me...
However, no one can condemn me of being evil...
For unlike others who claim purity and piety...
Yet do all sorts of hurtful things to weaker beings...
I never acted upon my hatred to the people I hate...
I never attempted to harm them in any way...
My hatred harms me and me alone...
For it eats away pieces of my heart... Of my soul...
All I can ever say for myself is that...
If I ever did hurt anyone... I'm sorry...
In my attempt to not harm...
I might have harmed you...

Peace & Love,
© A Furious Child

Friendship Gone!

Every greeting has lost its meaning
The moment you decided to ruin my heart with your anger.
And in the peace of the night you changed the harmony
Into a wild opera shaking the world with its intensity.
Now we pass by so aimlessly,
And greet one another in cold friendship,
Remembering the gap between our age,
And the gap that grew between our hearts.
Why did you leave my friendship and love alone?

© A Furious Child

Wanton with Heat/Coldness

Hot, yet cold.
I remember how we met on that rainy day.
As far away from the heat of the moment you were,
While I had volcanoes run through my veins.
The fever had taken me in.
I saw my content dance in the reflection of the mirror,
But never had it ran like a river because of you.
You simply disappoint in every convenient way!
It danced and ran for I had finally saw the fruits of my efforts
In the glazing eyes of mere strangers who attended my classes.
I had failed to succeed before.
I had honors to keep the two most important happy.
But happy they weren't,
Nor were they proud!
They mock every little accomplishment as if it were but a happy meal's childish gift.
But to hell with all,
For heaven awaits that who believes and works for the ONE.
I love Him more than all beings on this earth,
Yet I always fall prey to the devil's trap, and I weep.
How could I love Him and follow another!
The fires of hell visit me so often
Threatening to melt my brains into soup of randomness.
I fight still to make my book of memories come true,
It has been locked under the everyday demands of non-creativity!
Locked for years in the midst of a flaming wood of deathly creatures,
It screams to free its flaming heart with passion for immortality
As it torments my every waking moment and every slumber with visions and hallucinations.
Ha, Hahahaha! I saw it all in the eye of my dreams
Coming to being in tremendous pleasure and innocence!
Innocence! you all scream at my yelping breaths of escalating tension.
Ha, Hahahahahaha! Oh how stupid you all sound repeating the old lines from the book of Shadows!
You crave the assistance of a being beyond your comprehension!
You stupid fools! You keep lusting after fame and money until you drop dead from a broken heart and a rotten spirit!
Why? you ask me, Do I dream of the endless happiness?
I tell you, Happiness, no Content! Had visited my frivolous nightmare.
I had you all beside me, criticizing every thought I utter and draw.
Why not think for yourselves why I still try against the tide of disappointment and nonrecognition?
Huh?
Everything is dancing the joyous deathly dance of illusion.
Except for the universe that claims my heartfelt dreams.
It only dances when I pursue that little light that promises the same old fame.
Fuck fame! Fuck you all!
The two most important ones had dragged my courageous heart, my wanton spirit, my faithful soul
Into the dark shadowy valley of the sun!
Fuck the illuminating mason sun with its so-called seeing-all eye!
What a silly lie! Yet they flourish, for their glamorous eye blinds their sight of Truth.
It is an empty promise they give to the world.
I have seen them all, you know, those wanton stories they make up!
However, I refuse to follow them into their depthfull hell.
Have you ever wondered why hill and hell are uttered the same?
Because they are the same in nature and description, Oh my dears!
They both promise highness, yet fall into the lowest proportions!

My heart still sings the song of innocence corrupted by emotions of hatred.
It still jumps on the melody of a face promising sincerity of love.
It still dissipate into shells of rooms compounding the others who make my heart warm.
That broken promise drives me to the edge of hellish madness,
But the singing voices of true sincere lovers shove me back into the reality of that love.
I wish you happiness, for I had moved to a better place away from your lying smiles.
Goodbye my lover! Goodbye my friend! You had been the stupid one to fool my pure heart.


Peace and Love,
© A Furious Child

NeverEnding Wondering

I know I am not the most beautiful person, that is if I have beauty at all!
I am not the smartest, the most creative, or the charismatic person either.
And I know there are others who do think likewise.
However, I am a firm believer that every person on this land is unique in their own way.
And sometimes I wonder what is special or good or attractive about me.
Am I the sensual person that I think myself to be?
How can one just let out something that is killing them slowly from the inside?
How can one let everything out without consequence?
Is that even possible?
Can one simply say what they truly feel just to try saying it out?
I am such a selfish person!
I can tell that when I observe how some people are open to give all they have to others.
Like mothers, for instance; they are more than willing to give up anything for their children.
I've always known that I could never be a mother, at least not the mother I wish I had.
Right now, I finally understand why I had that feeling creeping up inside me.
The uncertainty of everything around me is met by the one certain aspect of my character:
I never want to be fully responsible for the life of another human being!
Yet I still wonder sometimes about what I hear from other people who never had children.
They say it was one of their greatest regrets.
Will I regret that too as I grow older?

© A Furious Child

Obssession

It takes over every cell of your being,
Quickly consuming all there is inside.
Every minute, every hour, every day
Float by in absolution
Like the running breeze
Shaking away the falling petals of
The Sakura...

An idea, a person, an emotion
That overrule every fiber,
Every moment is taken away
From your willing hands that allow
Your fingers to grasp the skirts of
The cause of its array.
Your mind no longer comprehends
The Reality...

© A Furious Child