It is doneBlood is dripping down my skinI know nothing, of guilt and sinBlood is dripping down my bladeOur meeting, it was fateHe died in silence at my feetI am an Assassin, I live by the Creed
Merciless AssassinBe prepared to meet your fateI will let you taste my bladeSoon it´s time and when we meetThen you shall kneel down to my feetBeg for mercy which I won´t showOnly this for you to knowAwait your death in pain and fearRemember my name...it´s Altair
Blade of the AssassinsBlood will be shed and life will fadeWe are at war, we raise the BladeA promise of death, that you will feelIt comes in silence, the cold, hard steelThis war we fight, it is our fateBlood will stick, on the Hidden Blade.
june fifteenthtoday issunburned shouldersand your fingers between mine,warm and damp in the heat.my legs stick toplastic lawn chairs,my body sticks to yourslike bubblegum-fresh paste,melting into youand liking what it becomes.black asphalt boy,you are sizzling leatherand suffocating airin an overheated car.we walk across the shoreand the soles of my feetyearn for the cool damp sandstruggling for breathbetween the waves."I don't want toforget this," I say,and you smile andclose your eyeslike the sun setting,slowly, streaking downthe sky of your face.the sun is so far butyou're right hereand I think I mightbe in love with you.I'll move on to autumnbut you'll still bein summer, forever,living and livinguntil the day you die.
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.I have grown up without anyonetelling me. My car keys rest heavily inmy palm. Each new college I hear aboutrests heavily on my shoulders. I amnot sure how much longer I can take this,all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,of the future I’m not sure I want to have.My skin feels stretched across my bodyin places that don’t really make sense.I still feel too big in every bad way—I’mafraid I always will.2. My first boyfriend tells me hethinks I must have bits of theuniverse inside of me. I try notto get offended: I know he means to saythat kissing me is like kissing stars,and that I hold the secrets of creationinside my soul, but all I can think aboutis how huge the universe is.3. He breaks up with me at night.For hours, I lean against my truck inthe driveway and look at the sky.Stars are cold and distant,I realize. The universe is bigand lonely.4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell methat
Suit Of ArmorWhat people see on my outsideIsn't really me.It's just a suit of armorWith a welded smile.What people see on my outsideIsn't who I am.I say things I don't believe,And hide the things I like.What people see on my outsideIsn't how I feel.I laugh and joke and play,But I'm alone in a crowd.So before you're quick to judge meThink,Because what you see on my outsideProbably isn't me.
float onnow I'm thinkingthat the moon's smarter than me:she's in love with the earthbut keeps her distance,keeps moving,keeps living.I lose my orbitwhen you're not around,and I find myself without gravity,waiting for you all nightwhen I know you'd rather besomewhere else.
While It BurnsWhy does a moth flyDirectly into the flame?Perhaps its captivatedBy the beauty to be foundIn such pure recreationOr perhapsIt flies so surelyInto its own deathBecause it believesThe flames of rebirthWill allow it a second chanceAt metamorphosis,And perhaps that this time...It will appear a butterfly.Perhaps this is the only thingIt can force itself to believeWhile it burns.
the words do not come.i am told to writefrom my heart, but i cannotfind it in my chest.
they always saypeople always say thatthey were born on days whicheither down-pouredor flurriedor boasted sunny skies -me, i don't remember anything,i couldn't remember anything,my mind wasn't made up yet.all i know is that i was bornin a month thatcomes roaring like a lionand leaves like a lamb -it's just before the flowers comeand dreams fade awayto the smell of roses in themorning.i must be a lion-girl,'cause the bitter cold still grips my bonessometimes.people always saythat childhood was dream-likeand that they miss itand that it was the best in their lives;me, all i rememberis flowers in my hairand rainbows in my eyes,the wind knocking me overto a coming storm -fireflies in a jar,hitting glass against hope while their lightsblink out one by one -television in the morningwhen school should have beena forethought.i remember so much,but not enough to piece it all togetheragain.people always saythat they want to grow up so fastand then wish they hadn't;i under
wild thingsthere are days iwant to run with wolves.to howl at the stars becausethe moon has never doneanything for me, and swallow roseslike their thorns neverexisted.but this cage -it seems there's no wayout,and i fear it'stoodeepdownfor anyone to hear me.life is just a zoo full ofall our monsters, and[it's our fault] wecan't stopfeeding them.
When I Have Left and Gone...When I have left and goneWill you realize what you did to me? see you theWhen dawnWill you want me there beside you?When I have left and goneWill you see how you Let Me FallInto this suffocating pit of despairThat chokes the breath out of me.When I have left and goneAnd you are left in my path of anger Will you be able to move onKnowing I cannot forgive you?The feeling that I was not importantThat I was only ever going to be second best That I could never be praisedAnd lovedTore me apart….And you let me br e a k iInto p s on the floor e e cAnd I can never be put backT o g e t h e r .
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
What I Can't EraseLike the gnarled roots of an old decaying treeI’m twisted and confused, tired of being meOn the surface I am strong, abrasively calm, and readyBut underneath it all I’m weak, wrong, and unsteadyI shudder at the wind; tell tale of death’s bringerI feel the chill upon my spine; forever it seems to lingerNow is not the time for cleansing wounds of past battlesWorse is lurking just beyond the howling darkness of the shadowsThere isn't much that I can do against an army borne of fearEvery nightmare, all my demons, they’re all assembled hereThey’re everything that I’m ashamed to say is part of meThe ugly truth behind my eyes no one should ever seeAnd if I held my ground would it be too much to face?Or should I just ignore what I know I can’t erase?
read this when you're so angry you shakelittle drops of oil make rainbows on wet concreteand i don’t know how beautiful you find that,but sometimes you gotta learn thatthe littlest things are the prettiest,like the shape of your fingernails and the crinklesyou get at the corner of your eyes when you laugh andwhen you grow old and i know i said “grow old”like it’s a temporary thing, but that’s because it is.you can think it’s forever but it’s reallya split second because you don’t matter, not whenthe universe is still growing and speeding through a nothingnesswe can’t even fathom, not when color doesn’t exist in spacebut nebulas still explode in shades of gold and green,not when there are stars who diebefore their light ever touches our faces. you don’t matter,not to anyone but the people who have fallen in lovewith the way you walk and the way you breatheand the way you keep doing both.i don’t care that the universe is spinning and grow
We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spillNo matter how many graves we fillForever we are meant to fightWe work in the dark, to serve the light