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Fate? By Cassandra
Living breathing things...
Sunshine, Warmth, Safety, Wellness, Food, Water, Shelter...
All the things that make something else grow...
Flourish within the depths of darkness...
They say that the most beautiful things grow out of the shadows
The shadows of what? One self?
Where do the shadows come from?
Do we inflict ourselves with hardness unneeded?
Do we move ourselves away from others in our species in a vain attempt to be special?
Does the will to be mysterious and unique overshadow the need to be loved and wanted?
Fortelling someones future?
Making the path of fate seem to come to its end.
Lies all Lies.
No one controls the fates aside from your heart.
Once you decide that your worthy of something it comes.
Once you destroy yourself to its beauty it leaves.
Can you upkeep a persons emotions and balence them out?
Or do they do that for themselves?
Can you aid in the process?
When you become acustomed to something,
Can it ever be the same again?
Does HOPE fuel the sensation of compleatness?
Does HOPE crush the will to survive?
onwards...
Fate?
Is fate merely there to take the blame away from ourselves?
We are told we have the freewill to make up our future
Yet when it does not go the way our minds have made up its supposed to.
We automatically blame fate.
We say its stepped in and made it this way?
Is that to take the light away from our own neglected choices
Or our own poorly made ones?

She
by Cassandra

Calling in the night she comes to my room.
Beyond the dreams and thoughts of yesterday.
A bleeding caress down my cold back.
Why could she not come when I wanted her to stay?
A night alone seems like that's all that's left.
Coursing with disruption and mind control.
Fleeting moments caught by the clock on the wall.
Each one spilling into the next.
Beyond what she thought was possible.
Everything lost in that instant.
She came to my room that night without fear.
She has blow my entire world apart bit by bit.
Without the nights cover what am I?
She gave me everything and without warning,
She took it all away from me.
Standing in the doorway to my thoughts.
Blowing like the winter winds into my mind.
Droplets of sweat break against my brow.
Watching her every motion.
Lost in the trance of my own salvation.
Yesterday is but a dream.
Today has yet to begin.
Come to my room girl and take away the pain.
Eternal and ever changing.
She is me.......

Winds on Willows
by Cassandra

From the window you could see it all.
The trees that lined my street.
When the sun went down you would see
the colours that cascades through the leaves.
Always peace found in this place.
It was fleeting, It did not always look like this.
Sometimes shadows would mask the view.
Sometimes it just was not the same.
That feeling in your tummy, that fluttering
It was just not there like it sometimes was.
When it was there, how beautiful it is!
Standing there watching the winds come.
It sounds like personal applause.
Have you ever really listened to wind in
the trees.
The wind in the willows is not just a storybook
for children anymore.
It comes to life, set into motion before me.
Thats how it feels when I look out the window.
Distant deja vu that tuggs at my very soul.
I recognize the changes that come with the
passing of seasons.
Each one having its own personal mark
upon my heart.
Everything else I can shut out during these
moments.

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Fate? By Cassandra Living breathing things... Sunshine, Warmth, Safety, Wellness, Food, Water, Shelter... All the things that make something else grow... Flourish within the depths of darkness... They say that the most beautiful things grow out of the shadows The shadows of what? One self? Where do the shadows come from? Do we inflict ourselves with hardness unneeded? Do we move ourselves away from others in our species in a vain attempt to be special? Does the will to be mysterious and unique overshadow the need to be loved and wanted? Fortelling someones future? Making the path of fate seem to come to its end. Lies all Lies. No one controls the fates aside from your heart. Once you decide that your worthy of something it comes. Once you destroy yourself to its beauty it leaves. Can you upkeep a persons emotions and balence them out? Or do they do that for themselves? Can you aid in the process? When you become acustomed to something, Can it ever be the same again? Does HOPE fuel the sensation of compleatness? Does HOPE crush the will to survive? onwards... Fate? Is fate merely there to take the blame away from ourselves? We are told we have the freewill to make up our future Yet when it does not go the way our minds have made up its supposed to. We automatically blame fate. We say its stepped in and made it this way? Is that to take the light away from our own neglected choices Or our own poorly made ones?			Glitter and Lace By Cassandra Call me glitter and lace... The faces of everyone we have known.... All I asked for was space... What the hell have I done...? Moaning out your name... Scratches and Claws mark... I thought it was the same... Did your face just stark....? Pretty lines of liner.... Streaming down my chin... Bathroom mirror, All night diner... Was the room begining to spin...? Falling down to my knees... Anything to make you come back.... I wished I had pleased... Has I lost sight of the track...? Pushing up from the tile floor... Smearing my lipstick red... There you stood at the door.... You loved me...thats all that was said...!
A Distance She Hears In A Dream BY Cassandra Distance yourself from me the beast.... Move back from the glaring stare.... Your soul is on which I will feast... Narrow eyes with a slick glare... Dont stand so close love... You will only hit my wrath... Deep inside the magick cove... Stumble on the littered path... I set you up to knock you down... oh, yes that is my wish... Look upon the mighty crown... You cannot dismiss... This is what you have made up... Inside that which is your mind... No chance for me to sip from the cup... Nothing left but for me to find... What was left after I hurt you so... A breathless wisper put out no more... The dream shattered with one simple word... Would it matter if I could... Fit all the pieces back together... Make it work and make you love me... It seems a short span for forever... Hidden inside yourself, you flee... Each day moving further away... I am left...to wonder...to stay.... The Queen By Cassandra One day a Queen will rise... With the moon's demise... She will lift the veil.... Of your own evil.... Deception will crumble down... Glistening with the golden crown... Drink from her eyes... Feel from her silent cries.... The cold winds bring her power... Look up over the crumbling tower... Reflective is your mirrored soul... Defended with words, little more than foul.... Banshes cry from the west... Driving forth over the crest.... See her standing in your way... Will you stand, or move back today? Glowing eyes of emerald feilds... Penitrating past the human shields... You can hear your voice from inside her... Like a rumbling kitten purrrrrrrr.... Can you feel it sweet one... The queen, Your queen little one... She is inside, Outside within... She is your savior and your sin....			She by Cassandra Calling in the night she comes to my room. Beyond the dreams and thoughts of yesterday. A bleeding caress down my cold back. Why could she not come when I wanted her to stay? A night alone seems like that's all that's left. Coursing with disruption and mind control. Fleeting moments caught by the clock on the wall. Each one spilling into the next. Beyond what she thought was possible. Everything lost in that instant. She came to my room that night without fear. She has blow my entire world apart bit by bit. Without the nights cover what am I? She gave me everything and without warning, She took it all away from me. Standing in the doorway to my thoughts. Blowing like the winter winds into my mind. Droplets of sweat break against my brow. Watching her every motion. Lost in the trance of my own salvation. Yesterday is but a dream. Today has yet to begin. Come to my room girl and take away the pain. Eternal and ever changing. She is me.......
			Winds on Willows by Cassandra From the window you could see it all. The trees that lined my street. When the sun went down you would see the colours that cascades through the leaves. Always peace found in this place. It was fleeting, It did not always look like this. Sometimes shadows would mask the view. Sometimes it just was not the same. That feeling in your tummy, that fluttering It was just not there like it sometimes was. When it was there, how beautiful it is! Standing there watching the winds come. It sounds like personal applause. Have you ever really listened to wind in the trees. The wind in the willows is not just a storybook for children anymore. It comes to life, set into motion before me. Thats how it feels when I look out the window. Distant deja vu that tuggs at my very soul. I recognize the changes that come with the passing of seasons. Each one having its own personal mark upon my heart. Everything else I can shut out during these moments.