Regan Meade

I smile as the blood runs down my arm.

The blood is a mixture of mine and those who have,
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A woman's body is her temple,
She should have the right to do with it as she pleases,
No man should tell a woman that she should give up a life she wants to keep.
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A bloody battle.
So many casualties.
Rage against the other color.
One a born bred fighter, the other a peacemaker with a split personality.
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Alone is what I will be
I'm always alone never being able to see the light of life.
Never to see the light of day again.
I'll always be alone
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I am the quiet sigh of the wind
I am the temper of the flickering flame,
I am a lioness fierce and strong
I am a child of our mother Earth.
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A woman of the snow.
Yuki, her name, brings snow to the mountain peaks.
She sits in the snow filled glade, her icy colored hair
fell around her in ribbons.
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The window is open letting the cold air nip at the person’s face.
Who is that person?
Who is it that leaves the window open at night?
And for whom do they open it for?
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Don't look at me like I'm nothing.
Don't say that you actually love me.
Don't touch me like a lover.
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Its times like these that I wish I was someone else.
Someone who could be themselves and just scream at the top of their lungs:
“I AM ALIVE! ”
I wish that I could be the brave person everyone seems to think I am.
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What is the meaning of hate?
Is it the dislike of someone different than you?
Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?
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Obsidian eyes darken with a hungry desire.
A hunger un-seen in the eyes of man.
A lust that brings out the animalistic nature to the surface.
Heightened senses.
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Strong and wise is the mother bear.
She cares for her young without a mate.
Time spent away from her young is spent on the hunt.
She is a fierce and dangerous protector.
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He is my light,
He is my darkness,
He is both my friend and enemy.
He is both my lover and darkest fear.
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A bleeding heart can not cry.
A solid heart can not smile.
A love-struck hear is blind.
A blind heart is foolish.
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Everything used to make perfect sense.
Not anymore.
She used to feel so in control.
Not anymore.
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Soft walls.
Pure in color.
Feathery Softness.
Only one way in and one way out.
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Lips sear the ski.
Hands slid leavig heated trails.
Whispers of nothing echo in the air.
Clasped hands.
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Clutching thy throat.
Trying to rgain the air you once had.
Ice cuts the skin.
Tearing is slowly away leaving you bear.
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A child protector of something
Precious.
Asleep for time.
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A hall of mirrors
So haunting
So many Memories trapped with.
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