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Abstraction by Crimson Quintessence


 

To dream

My preoccupation

One might think it’s a flaw

I think it’s a gift

To wander in dreaminess

Creating wonder for one’s self.

How can it be wrong?

Capture one thought

Simple, serene, tranquil

Make it yours

If only for a brief moment

Wrap it around your soul

Distract yourself from life’s stresses

Embrace it, dance with it

You have that right

What will your abstraction be?

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Payback Over by Crimson Quintessence


I’m ready to go home

I’m tired

I saw it coming

Unfolding before my very eyes

A toxic entity,

That was you.

Full of excuses

Full of lies

The blankest of stares

Behind your dark eyes.

Joint in one hand

Knife in the other,

You cornered me

Your angel and lover.

I submitted my body

But not my soul

That you can’t have

You heart black as coal.

I’m ready to go home now

Swing your steel blade

I’m taking my soul with me

Into the fade.

Run me right through

Sanguine shade

Drain me right out,

It’s how you are made.

Dance on my corpse

Scream and shout.

Your days, will be numbered without any doubt.

That you can count on,

I’ll settle all scores

My soul soars as yours roars

Payback over, there’s nothing more.

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Damaged by Crimson Quintessence


I looked at you many times before

Trying to figure out what they saw

Luring them in like a starving child

Then stripping their soul’s completely raw.

Deep inside, that gut instinct kept sending out warnings.

Oh, how I tried to ignore it.

I fought it with everything I had

Thinking I could fix you

Wanting to be the one so bad.

I should’ve known when she warned me

But I couldn’t, I didn’t want to believe you could be that cruel.

And, you convinced me, it was her, she was damaged, not you.

You presented as educated, caring and soulful.

I bought into that, I was so thoughtful,

We all did, how awful.

But, when push came to shove with time

You revealed yourself, the manipulator, the whore and the unkind.

Living for you was a chore.

Red pill or blue, they both kept you unglued

Pushed you back into your corner.

Poor damaged shoul, your heart is so cold

You’ll latch onto anything if I’m being so bold.

Swallow it down, shoot it straight up

Either way, it fucked you right up.

Have you got a first aid kit?

Do you know what to do to fix it?

You left us all damaged

You checked out, you never check in

You sat there staring, rubbing your chin

Fix it, fix it

Apologetically, you cried, you begged,

Please, have patience with me, I’m trying, you said.

But all you managed was to leave us all crying

Feeling sorry for you as you kept coming unglued.

Red pill then blue, we should have all seen it

But, then again, you didn’t really mean it.

Damaged, you were, but you just couldn’t see it.

I dropped a rose on your coffin

You’re gone and I can’t even feel it.

Pran Mudra Purpose This is called the Mudra of Life as it improves our vital life force and empowers our life from the inside out.

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The Dance by Crimson Quintessence


The music comes on and I dance

Willing to give myself a chance

Flowing like never before

Feeling free to my core.

A melody moves me so freely

Taking each step with such pride

Spinning in circles while spreading my arms

I feel so free, I could fly.

High in the air, my spirit is soaring

Free as a bird, I’m in flight

Replenished my soul, I am gliding

Dancing in the sun’s radiant light.

Each song brings me freedom

Each tune makes my soul bright

Words leave my lips like a meadowlark

Dancing through the goddess’s light.

The gift of song twirls through my spirit

Providing the essence of light

Such a pivotal moment of chance

life awakens my senses through the freedom and movement

created through me in the dance.

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Exit Wounds by Crimson Quintessence


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It happens to the best of us,

The exit wounds.

They can reach us in many forms for many reasons.

How we deal with them, now that’s the key.

Don’t let them swallow you whole.

Don’t become victim to them.

Don’t obsess with them, or over them.

They are the minds pathway out of one bad situation to lead you to something better.

How you travel the wave is up to you.

Do you ride it or become swallowed up and caught in an under-tow of repetition?

Learn from them.

Strengthen from them.

Grow from them.

Become a better, educated you.

Exit wounds hurt but they heal.

Trust in yourself.

Go through the exit.

The wounds will heal themselves.

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Here to Stay by Crimson Quintessence


 

Walk the trails, Climbing the rocks

You awaken my heart completely non-stop

As the sun sets it brightens your eyes

Behind a smile that tells no lies.

I surrender to you

Love at first sight.

I wake in your arms in the morning light.

When I’m away, I miss you so much

How I long for your loving touch.

Off the road and together again

Where you start, I begin.

Hand upon hand,

Heart upon heart.

Keeps longing away when we are apart.

Together again, I’m lost in your eyes

Longing glances and deepest desires.

The sweetness of your breath

The warmth of your thighs

Your voice that moans as I enter inside.

Melded together as if we are one

Our heated release as we both cum.

I am in you, as you are in me

A beautiful release and we are set free.

Free from the stress of each working day

Caressed in each other’s arms

Love, here to stay.

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Let the Beast In by Crimson Quintessence


I go through the action

For your satisfaction

But the reality is

An insignificant fraction.

Stains on the walls

Stains on the floors

Splatter on the ceiling

Oh, what a feeling.

Death does come

For those who wait

It hovers around

By the garden gate.

Deep in the night

Feeding on hate

It posses no feeling

So, just you wait.

It floats through the air

Taking note of your habits.

It knocks on your door

And you reach out to grab it.

Patience it says

As you beg it to come

To release you from the hell

That you’ve put yourself in.

You’re just a mere mortal

Living with sin

Open the door

And let the beast in

Let it take over

It’s just what you want

Surrender

Your soul

Give into it now

That pain you want out from?

It’s your eternity now.

 

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A Hundred Degrees by Crimson Quintessence


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I want to see more of you

Dance right into the core of you

What your soul radiates in the light

I feel it inside me, every night.

All your essence seeps through your pores

Every taste of you surrenders my will

My tongue dances on your skin

I will your surrender to my touch

Your walk, your talk, your beautiful smile

Yes, my darling, I want you so much.

My fingers tracing every curve

Touching and tingling every nerve.

You bring the heat to a hundred degrees

Dropping me down onto my knees

I surrender, to you each time we meet

I can’t believe how you turn up the heat.

Inside, I am on fire

Surrender my will to your every desire.

Every touch sets me so free

When you bring the heat to a hundred degrees.

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The Shelf by Crimson Quintessence


A lifetime guarantees

That’s what you offered to me

Fear they neighbour they warned,

Who knew, I’d become the untouched lover scorned.

Coming undone at the seams,

Wakefulness with silent screams.

I wanted revenge at the end,

Knowing your words were all for pretend.

You cut through my heart like a knife,

Taking precious time from my very short life.

A lesson learned in the end,

I’ve been well on the mend.

Finding out who I really am,

Far away from your touch, I ran.

I am the girl standing tall,

No longer hiding behind my perfectly built wall.

Rid my self from all of your sorrows.

I look forward to all my tomorrows.

My stand-still all went away,

I look forward to each and every day.

Working on myself is what’s important,

Finding meaning and moving forward.

My guarantee, to myself.

Put the bad memories in a jar on the shelf.

Discovered by Ann

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Reach for the Sun


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One Step forward

Two steps back

Love lies bleeding

An emotional attack.

Not prepared for what was done,

Survived it all,

Another day won.

Crawling in my skin

Don’t know where I fit it.

I cry and reach for the ceiling

I feel like my brain is bleeding.

The pounding I feel in my head,

While I lay, curled up, in my bed.

Sometimes, I could walk with the dead

Leaving behind all of my dread.

But then, I hear your voice in a song

And those thoughts of being alone

Are not so strong anymore.

Eventually, they are all gone

Leaving me standing again once more

Finding my smile from inside was a chore

But, I survived my thoughts once again

And your song took away all my pain.

So, know, I dance in the rain

Smiling through all of my pain

I reach for the sun once again.

Reach for the sun (Todd Abrams)

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On the Way Down by Crimson Quintessence


On the way down, I saw you sitting on the park bench, head in your hands.

I thought, how sad, how lonely.

I wanted to cradle you in my arms.

Then I saw the grin.

Your eyes, blood-shot, deep hatred rose upon your brow, 

You snarled at the air that surrounded you.

A claw came out from your withered and crooked hand.

It was almost inhuman, beastly looking.

A harsh light shed on the way down 

Another bombshell dropped.

There, the body lay, to your left, her golden hair stained black in the moonlight.

The life lifted from her eyes.

You, are a chameleon, hiding and adapting in plain sight.

You’re not meant to be here.

Leading lambs to the slaughter.

You silver-tongued devil.

You should know, you are on the way down, but where you are descending to, I’ll never see.

Death and the Devil await you!

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Hollow by Crimson Quintessence


A magnitude of emotions well up inside me like tides in the ocean

You lit me up, started a notion, that we would last, like loves magic potion.

Yet, here I sit, feeling so hollow and broken inside, unable to swallow.

The lies you told, so cold, so shallow, crushed me inside, your actions were so hollow.

Promised me things that I just could not have, Like the white picket fence and a multitude of happiness.

I gave you everything I had and you always wanted more.

Your anger and jealousy hurt me to the core.

Over-powered by your rage, locked my emotions in a cage.

Then, the beatings came along with the pain.

Trying to master control but the pain took its toll

You thought I was dead, left me in the shed, screaming pain in my head.

Left me there to rot, all but forgot.

I survived you so I could deny you.

Now, you sit in a cell to rot, curled up on a tiny cot.

All you can do is wallow

How the hell could you be so damn hollow?

 

Originally written on August 8th, 2017 by Gillian Gibson aka Crimson Quintessence.

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Coming for You


Pale, frail, crashed to the floor

blinded by sounds, like never before

What’s inside my head blairs

maddening, shuddering, frightening scares

stabbing pain from the back of my skull

tried fighting it off, but I can’t

the killer inside’s on a rant

screaming so loud, it’s trying to take over

steel blades and blood shimmer in moonlight

it likes that,

my other half,

the aphrodisiac that feeds the beast

severed souls give the night’s feast

the power of the madman comes out of its shell

up through the earth, straight from hell

beware

coming for you!

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Knock Me Back


I’m sometimes lost, I’m forever alone

I fight with my thoughts when no-one is home

I reach for you, but no-one is there

I scream and I cry as I rip out my hair.

How can I face you and tell you I’m broken

With each tear cried, I’m breaking wide open

I scream at myself in the dark,

hearing every last beat of my heart.

What if I ran for the door,

trip as I break to my core

Would you turn from me and choose to ignore

what broke me like never before.

I crash and I burn deep inside, not knowing what it’s like to feel alive

Knock me back to the place I was born

feel the first breath that was special but torn

from a recycled soul that was battered and worn.

There you sat, as a matter of fact

just grinning, you were, like a Cheshire cat

ashes to ashes, the others all spat

a relevant term, as a matter of fact.

Cut through and bleeding where the love once sat

what do you think about that?

With a cloak to disguise me, I’m done

consumed with the night all alone

all that I’ve felt, is now gone

needed this time on my own

renewed, with my self, I have grown

can face all that is on my own

at peace with myself, I am home.

never again all alone.

 

Julius Caesar

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Cardinal Rule


The heat, that first moment,

Oh, how she believed you.

Your intriguingly woven words, cradled as a womb to keep her close,

Oh, how you immobilized her.

There you sat on your naked porch,

watching as she caught the wind in her wings while gliding on her swing

Oh, how you mesmerized her.

Then you eviscerated her spleen with your razored reach.

You became monstrous when the mask you chose to hide behind fell off your face,

Oh, how all the intrigue left her.

The clouds rolled in and the sky went black.

She went from an illuminated cherry blossom to an unveiled rage, managing her distress while maintaining her tact, such a worthy skill, indeed!

Oh, the lessons she learned that day.

The day of your betrayal a thousand yesterdays won’t change the pain, but a thousand tomorrows will heal it.

Now, she asks what makes them all tick and what their purpose is before she bares her claws and devours their souls

Oh, how her dark half took over.

Her cardinal rule, never let them get close.

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Autopsy of Her Soul


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Do you even hear her when she speaks?

So incredibly cruel, you are

overtaking her whenever she has a thought

talking down to her like she doesn’t matter,

like anything she has to say doesn’t matter.

You yell, scream even

she swears you love to hear the sound of your own voice

uneducated and incredibly rude,

so condescending, so belittling and cold.

Vile thoughts run through her head as the bile rises up in her throat

shaking inside with so much rage

crying out of extreme frustration.

You do one kind thing for her and she pays for it with your cruel treatment and condescending tone

You make her feel small, like nothing

she gets away from you to feel human again, to find herself-purpose, to matter.

She’s tired, she’s exhausted

you burst her happy bubble every day when you come home

your negative vibes, your constant bitching

acting like you know all like you’re the only one that matters, like only your opinion counts,

all others are a cancerous tumor that festers in your life.

You strain her, stress her out, cause emotional distress

you are negative, a dark cloud hovering overhead, blocking her blue sky,

the main source of her stress,

you are the strain behind her eyes,

the crushing pain inside her head.

The tears flowing down her cheeks

You kill her will to live.

The autopsy of her soul will leave only one question….

Which of your evils actually killed her?

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Asylum Sisters by Crimson Quintessence


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We are not the sisterhood of sorrow

we are the sisterhood of the asylum

bringing you what we know the best

how to scare and torment you

and put you to the test.

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We’ll creep into your dreams

seep in through your eyes

bleed out through your ears

dine on your pelt

and reap on your fears.

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Whine not, do we ever

our horridness is most clever

try to cut through our skin

we draw from within

souls as black as coal

exhausted and cold

not ready to fold.

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Entomb you we will

destroy all with a wretched chill

bordello of blood

runs our neighborhood.

We love you

we hate you

we can’t live without you.

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Come on in

feel the heat

let it burn

right at your feet.

Be our victim

or our friend

the asylum is open

who’s to know if your soul will fade at all

does it really matter

your lies will hide your flaws

we won’t tell

you inspire our inner serial killer.

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Super Massive Black Hole by Crimson Quintessence


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Pain – those who don’t live with it can’t possibly understand what it’s like.

How it pulls those who suffer daily with it into the super-massive black hole again and again.

How it rages through all of their minds and how they all scream, they cry while they all rage inside.

Some minds were designed by misfits, exhausted and cold but not near ready to fold.

Here they reside ready to accept it without being heard.

They’re not benign, although, some may think it.

They’re getting fired up artistically, thoughts are there, wanting to burst forward but not knowing how or where this should take place.

You, the fist in the boxing glove who verbally beat them and felt it was okay the way you made them feel small.

The thing is fate will guide them together and they’ll  support each other in the absence of self-security

and help each one stand tall when no-one else will.

Thriving by helping each one they come into contact with realize that they are individuals who can stand out from the wall they’ve been leaning against for so long.

Though you madden them, sadden them and crush them inside these girls and boys fill each other with pride.

Once upon a time they were curled up and had almost fallen into madness or shriveled right up and dwelled in their sadness.

They’ll tell you always, they’re not ready to die that the super-massive black hole they were cast into no longer holds them down.

Collectively they have started building towers of spilled words so tall they stretch up higher than high.

Those who were not supportive in their adventures can now bow down to the written words and their raging storms as the writers live in their own world, far from your criticisms accepting that their light is the beacon that draws like-minded souls inside.

Blow you right open, the unconventional writers who glow by their own light, Angels raging, words flow during flight delivering prose with all of their might.

All bound together, willing to fight the good fight, all coming back at you knitted together with spilled ink.

Many paths cross for reasons not merely by dumb luck.

Be your lightening, be your rain, they get you through that super-massive black hole again.

They’ve learned to chuck the bullshit in the fuck it bucket and move forward as one heart, one soul with only one dream……..

to be heard.

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Unapologetically Me By Crimson Quintessence


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I am unapologetically me

therefore, what you see is what you get

nothing comes easy, run from misery

I’m not easy, I’m rare

A perfect imperfection

my alone feels good

you’re not really free until you stop trying to please everyone else

I used to care about what people thought about me until I tried to pay a bill with their opinions

Stronger because I had to be

smarter because of my mistakes

happier because I danced with sadness

wiser because I’ve learned

not all girls are made of sweet sugar and spice

sarcasm and wine, let  your light shine

I’m not afraid of my truth anymore

omitting pieces of me for your comfort won’t happen

It’s not that I have more patience

it’s that I just don’t give a fuck any more about pointless drama

Be the kind of woman that makes other women want to be you

My journey hasn’t always been easy, but I’m still…..

Standing tall

laughing out loud

forgiving those who deserve it

loving life, learning lessons and living to the fullest

I’m perfectly imperfect and unapologetically me.

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As Night Falls by Crimson Quintessence


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As the night falls, shadows and reflections faintly awaken.  An invitation from the foot of your bed.  It chills your bones without you even realizing it.  You open your eyes to complete darkness as the floorboards creek.  You’re pretty sure someone is there by the sounds coming from the blackest corner of the room.  A door down the hallway slams shut and a scream echoes, but not yours.  You realize that the sound that woke you up is the cry of your child, a child that died nearly ten years ago.  You can hear something breathing in the room.  Your body is completely immobilized.  As your head clears you realize you are hanging upside down, your arm is itching and as you look at it something moves under your skin.  You try to scream but your lips are sewn shut and your muscles start to spasm and twitch.  You are paralyzed with fear as sweat drenches your body but you feel freezing cold.  Just as the darkness tries to swallow you whole you awaken from the dream but you are not at home, you’ve woken up in the dead of night, deep in the forest with no idea of how you got there.

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