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Love with Fire

I fight with heart, but without hope.
For my battle is with the same blood.
In a recessed pool of sky,
the fight with myself is malign.

My mind is split; cracked like glass.
Two voices streaming within my ears.
Two hearts thumping in one bosom.
My soul is split; my spirit halved.

One of the voices I call "The Turtle."
The slow, deep voice calling me good.
It praises all my deeds and conviction.
But down its path leads only to hubris.

One of the voices I call "The Hyena."
The sharp, witty voice calling me coward.
It cackles, yelling "Waste of Time!"
But down its path leads only to entropy.


I walk the heights on a dagger's edge.
My feet are pierced with its steel.
But the blood I spill is not mine.
The blood of friends stains this blade.

Every step is an agony and pleasure.
Like making love to fire, laden with ash.
For every pleasure my loin would receive,
Is offset by the pain of burning meat.

I wish my love was here again.
She always made my tears blow away.
Her lips soft as pillows.
Her spirit stronger than steel.

Her blood stains the dagger I tread.
Victim of my hubris and carelessness.
Whatever the reason, she rises to mind.
A smile on her face, and glint in eye.


My ebony angel, back from beyond.
Her body is clothed in light.
Wings of fire cloak her shoulders.
A Seraph, at least in my heart.

If I could, we'd make love in the clouds.
Soaring above all that was there.
She's smile her little smile.
And laugh my troubles away.

But she isn't there for love.
Only for words of courage and heart.
"You dummy."  She says as she fades away.
"You must keep going, for who else can?"

So I will fight while I still have breath,
And die when the reaper calls.
I would fight the world in her name.
Until we can be together, making love in clouds.


I miss my love.
With the ebony skin.
And her wings of fire.

Author notes

This is poetry by one of my characters in a story I hope to be doing soon. He is a kind of 'super hero', who has the ability to manipulate sound, to bend and shape it to his will. Unfortunately though, he is affected by Chimera syndrome.

When he was in the womb, he had an fraternal twin. This twin was 'absorbed' by the main character, the one writing this piece, while still in the womb. With most situations of this happening, some parts of the body are of the living person, while others are of the 'dead' sibling. As such the case with super heroes, most situations are never normal. His brother unborn is the 'hyena', a voice in his head that he cannot identify or trust, though he does not realize it yet.

Weird, I know. But hopefully it'll make sense in the story, when I write it.

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  • lucy sky-diamond
    July 7, 2007

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    a very powerful poem about the battle within so many of us face, and a beautiful ending
    congrats on the hm, and thanks for the entry, best of luck
    lucy
    xxx

  • AlmostToBedford
    June 22, 2007

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    You have captured quite well here the concept of everyone's personal split personality of sorts. In life a person seeks to fulfill some sort of personal thesis, but it is our nature to second guess ourselves and assume we are not strong enough, we begin to think it was narcissistic for us to ever think we were good enough to find what we wanted. We play both roles. Ourselves, and Devil's advocate to ourselves. It would appear that the answer is certainly somewhere in the middle of both or our selves. It can prove quite difficult to find this balance. Perhaps it is this that we were always seeking.

    I enjoyed this one. Good luck in the contest.

  • restful.soul
    June 21, 2007

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    wow x a breathtaking poem truthfully and i hope to read your story x let me know when its written x i have also entered you into my finalists list which means even if you do not win, you will be invited back for the 2nd round in the near future


  • RainShadow
    June 18, 2007

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    interesting idea. at first i thought it to be something about having two parts of a person, you know, sort of those arguing inner voices. your story explanation works just as well, of course. I liked the imagery of the blood on the blade being from friends, the victims of the narrator's confusion, perhaps? nice write


  • MoonlightBeam
    June 18, 2007
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    Very good


  • Andu
    June 16, 2007

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    A cool idea for a story! You already have all this depht for your character, your story will rock when its done!
    I love the way you weaved words so beautifully and you use great imagery and metaphors. Awesome write! Well done


  • Abidoodle333
    June 11, 2007

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    Oh wow
    This is wonderful
    Great write!
    I enjoyed this piece
    Abidoodle

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