Title: Awakened Anew
Author: MissKitieFantastico
Summary: This is a poem I wrote while thinking of nothing in particular, and it ended up being about Buffy… sorta. I guess they sort of resembled her thoughts after she was resurrected in S6.
Rating: PG for cracked-out thoughts that are totally from another universe. And one bad word.
Disclaimer: The poem is mine. It just vaguely resembles someone's thoughts from a show I like. So you can't sue.
Distribution: Usually I'm lenient, but this is my poetry and even though you probably wouldn't want it, just please doesn't take it. My poetry is my mind, and you can't take that from me.
Spoilers: Can we even consider this poem to have spoilers? Well, if you didn't know Buffy isn't dead, then technically my summary would be a spoiler in and of itself.
Feedback: Yes please. It calms the angry puppy. Remember, kitties don't like puppies, especially angry one's.
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disturbing slumber in the wake
seething writhing forceful shake
in a mind adrift with sorrow
sleeping keeping until tomorrow
nothing more inside to scare
burrowed barren stripped of air
hushes inside forced to listen
laughing snickering tongues that glisten
mouthing words that drip disdain
sounds of screeching filled with pain
embrace the pain swallow it down
with such poison that fouls the ground
a double edged sword it chose to bear
slicing dicing a dead fixed stare
nothing inside left to rot
deal with consequences summoning brought
a choice to choose but it chose you
fate's a bitch but that ain't new.
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1/25/02
Author: MissKitieFantastico
Summary: This is a poem I wrote while thinking of nothing in particular, and it ended up being about Buffy… sorta. I guess they sort of resembled her thoughts after she was resurrected in S6.
Rating: PG for cracked-out thoughts that are totally from another universe. And one bad word.
Disclaimer: The poem is mine. It just vaguely resembles someone's thoughts from a show I like. So you can't sue.
Distribution: Usually I'm lenient, but this is my poetry and even though you probably wouldn't want it, just please doesn't take it. My poetry is my mind, and you can't take that from me.
Spoilers: Can we even consider this poem to have spoilers? Well, if you didn't know Buffy isn't dead, then technically my summary would be a spoiler in and of itself.
Feedback: Yes please. It calms the angry puppy. Remember, kitties don't like puppies, especially angry one's.
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disturbing slumber in the wake
seething writhing forceful shake
in a mind adrift with sorrow
sleeping keeping until tomorrow
nothing more inside to scare
burrowed barren stripped of air
hushes inside forced to listen
laughing snickering tongues that glisten
mouthing words that drip disdain
sounds of screeching filled with pain
embrace the pain swallow it down
with such poison that fouls the ground
a double edged sword it chose to bear
slicing dicing a dead fixed stare
nothing inside left to rot
deal with consequences summoning brought
a choice to choose but it chose you
fate's a bitch but that ain't new.
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1/25/02