Goddess Jazzmyn's blog: "Poetry and Prose"

HEARTS BLEEDING IN THE FALLING OF THE TEARS HEEDING ALL THE SCREAMS FROM THE SOUL HEARING THE RIPPING OF THE SPIRIT UPON THE SKIN ALL BECOMING A WHIRL OF UNDYING ACHE SEEING TORN FORBIDDEN RAINCLOUDS, DANCING IN MY HEAD FEELING SURROUNDED BY UNWORTHINESS, WANTS TO ENCOMPASS EVERYTHING HEARING THE WRITHE OF TRUTH IN EARS HEARTS BEING RIPPED IN SHREDS HEEDING THE BLEEDING UPON THE BROW THE RECESSION OF THE SOUL BECOMES AWARE THE SHREWDNESS OF IT BECOMING A WHIRL OF UNDYING ACHE ONCE AGAIN A SINGLE TEAR OF BLOOD STREAMS DOWN UPON THE FACE FEB. 23 2003 All of my poems are copyrighted under Vivvy Butterfly/Jazzmyn Aires/R.A.B

Dark shadows with meaningless strife Hovering over my body like vultures to a feast Raging ghosts haunt my dreams To remind me of dead failures in my past Suspended emotions consume my mind With the bitter resentment of my love lost Spiteful looks from what were friends Turn my soul cold as ice Vial words heard from all around Trample my heart into the dirt Revenge on my mind for taking him from me Alas…..I break down in tears June 8th 2003 All of my poems are copyrighted under Vivvy Butterfly/Jazzmyn Aires/R.A.B

Twisted faded memories of a forgotten past Gnawing on my heart Screaming in my soul Shredded love of my existence As Blood drips from my eyes A swords fiery edge Piercing throughout my being Cutting through the membranes of my affections As I call out Oh Lady of my birth Creator of my soul Reveal to me my misplaced thoughts of relics past June 8th 2003 All of my poems are copyrighted under Vivvy Butterfly/Jazzmyn Aires/R.A.B

Whispers in the Wind I walk through the forest As I open my eyes and ears to the sounds I hear Whispers in the Wind It calls my name It fills my heart It imbeds my soul with love and passion I sit down in the middle of the forest And become overwhelmed with my surroundings As I hear the Whispers in the Wind My mind goes back in time To when my romance first began With the Whispers in the Wind As it flows through my hair and speaks to me of what is to be For I fell in love with The Whispers In the Wind All my poems are copyrighted under Vivvy Butterfly/Jazzmyn Aires/R.A.B

it is short but never the less a heart-felt poem Eternally Broken Endless pain Screaming shadows haunt my dreams Tearing out my heart Shredding my soul Bleeding forever more Strife is all too much to handle The underworld is my only peace Darkness the only way out Twilight memories possess my being Consuming all of what I used to be And what I want to be 2007-Dark Vampy Cassiel

Part 1 _____________________ Deep in the gallows of the catacombs, I awake from my slumber by the sound of a voice I had not heard in many years. There he stands on a podium talking about a book he wrote. "I love my mother. I always knew she did not abandon me. I know she fought to keep me but the fates must have had other things in store for us. I remember when I was a little boy she told me everyday how much she loved me. Now that I am old enough I want to speak out against the horrible things that happened to us. That is the reason I wrote this book and why I am standing here right now. One thing is missing, My mother. No one has heard from her in many years." These words echoed off the walls. For the first time in years I feel tears falling down my face. I want to go to him but I cannot. My son has more than one job, an author, a very popular soccer player, a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country and last of all, a vampire hunter. Long ago, I had no reason left to live. I had lost everything that meant anything to me. I was trying to go on with my life when I met this amazing woman. She seemed to fill the longing I had so deep within me. We were together for about ten years. I had no idea she was a vampire. Until the night she gave me a choice, kill me or turn me. Being six feet underground or walking around as the living dead, I let her turn me. The years together were wonderful. We were out looking for food one night and we came across this man. For some reason I knew he was my son. I had to kill my companion so she did not murder my son.

another prose from along time ago: A baby is born A mother cries A baby giggles A mother smiles A baby coos A mother laughs A baby crawls A mother chases A baby talks A mother buzzes A baby walks A mother wanders A baby grows old A mother tends A baby dies A mother cries

I wrote this along time ago: Beautiful words want to flow from my heart To write about love and the pain of loneliness About the many tears I cry in the middle of the night About my friends I hold dear to my soul About the joy I feel when I think of my dreams About the Goddess I choose to worship on my knees About my unicorn crystal and the power it brings to me About the skies of blue and the darkness of the night But words seem to fail me when I need them the most

One evening when the sun fell behind the horizon As the Dusk Embraces The Darkness I become weary of my surroundings and it begins to weaken my spirit The anger begins to arise within me All the feelings of rejection and abandonment overtake my soul Tears bleed from my eyes As I try to recall the reason for my birth Remembering all the promises broken Within the existence that seems to be no more I cry out into the shadows of the abyss and I hear my voice echo back in silence Somewhere between time and reality I Hear Mother Earth asking me what I desire The dreams that have been forbidden in my heart Begin to awaken within my being I feel the passion surge throughout my body The fire arises in me Consuming all of me ©2002 revised 2004, 2005

After a long and stressful day at work, I decide to go for a late night drive. It feels like I have been driving for hours. I look at the road signs and have no idea where I am. I look in the distance and see a dark dreary castle. I continue driving down the long winding road. I pull up to the drive way and stop. Ahead of me is a huge gate with skulls all over it. All of the sudden, the gate opens like it is beckoning me to drive through it. So, I step slowly on the accelerator and drive up to the front of the castle. I put my car in park and get out. I stand looking at the huge gloomy castle, then the front door opens. I don’t know why but I go up the stairs and walk inside. Everywhere I look there are mirrors. I look into one the mirrors and see myself crying. I touch my face but there are no tears. The next mirror I see myself with black hair but I no longer have black hair. Then another mirror and another. They all show different emotions and appearances that I have had in my life. This all seems so confusing. They are just mirrors right? What is going on? What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind? Why did I even walk into this place? After awhile I end up in this ballroom and I see a woman dancing. She is so beautiful, some might not think so but I can see her heart. She looks so happy and her eyes sparkled every time she looked at me. I don’t understand. Who is this woman? She walks up to me and holds a mirror in front of my face. By now I really don’t think I want to look into another mirror. She takes her hand, puts it under my chin and lifts my head. The person I see this time is the woman standing in front of me holding the mirror. Is this a trick? I don’t look like this. Ah, but you do the woman says. Only if you look deep inside yourself will you find your true beauty, I am here waiting to come out. The alarm clock goes off and I open my eyes 4-27-04