A daughter just like you.I still remember when you threatened to leave.A daughter just like you. by ~RebelsRiot
Your fists in the air, ready to strike, fear in her eyes..
Alcohol. That's what I remember of that night.
The door's wide open, the night's chill sweeping down the hall.
Fingers on the phone, the pressure weighs down on a 9 year old to dial 911.
But she didn't.
Bold. You wanted the dogs to come, you'd meet them with fists ready to fight.
You'd meet their bullets and go out like a light - happily.
The promise of Miami, youth, and friends. Your need to run.
But you had a daughter that is more like you than yourself..
A clinging, unyielding hug from her made you stay.
But with you drunkenly snoozing in bed,
she didn't sleep that night.
With the bedroom cracked open, just enough to see the front door, to see your car's lights..
Your kid didn't sleep at all that night.
2,500 miles away. More than a few years later.
It's pumping in your veins again.
You're drunk. Terribly drunk. Threatening to leave - again.
Fighting, all this fight
Fluke.Fluke. by ~RebelsRiot
She had a thing for compasses. The magic of always knowing what direction she was going.. for someone as adventurous as her, they were very useful. But it was more than a tool. At one point, it was a reminder of where her home was - West. Back on the southwestern coast of California, where she'd grown up. It was a memory of her childhood, seeing the reddish sun set beyond the Pacific, where the ocean met the sky. Sometimes she'd dream that she drove away, chasing the sun until all that stood in her way was the sand and water of Santa Monica beach. The compass was a reminder of her escape.
But one fine day, that compass flipped. Such a random little glitch, an error.. a fault in its manufacturing. The needle pointed South, and East and West were reversed. Not many people would have noticed.. in fact, the people whom she told about it didn't care at all, because they never gone off on their own the way that she did, braving the wind and letting dirt roads take her away.
But it was rare a
AshesHe downs whiskey like she drinks waterAshes by ~RebelsRiot
He used to fight everything and laugh so much harder
He used to be hers, though always loosely in term,
because he ran from anyone that tried to make him their own
He had a darkness that swallowed the sun
So she set fire to the world to return the warmth to his heart.
Her veins are full of whiskey, as the ocean is of water
She had a darkness of her own, buried underneath the laughter
To make him smile cast out the shadows
To hear his voice drowned out the madness.
In a world that's full of darkness,
you cling to the faintest light,
whether it's a candle in the distance, or a wildfire burning bright
she set the world on fire for him
and all that's left of it is ashes.
Indominable SpiritIndominable spiritIndominable Spirit by ~RebelsRiot
when you get going, you're like fire born from hell
you make it a point to show everyone
that what's given to you, will be done well.
you hate losing control.
You hate being his, you want to be your own.
The walls are built so high, they draw many curious eyes,
and every time they try, they fall to their demise.
Guard dogs, traps, bombs, you've got them all.
Whoever broke you last, made sure you'd never fall.
So how is it that he, who shattered such a volatile heart, can remain in its most hidden, secure part?
There's a knight knocking at the gate, hope's thickening the air.
But you, still shaken, keep him out,
while the memories bring you to despair.
Oh, indominable spirit.
What a liar you can be.
You swore you'd never let him in..but he still has the key.