Post by The Muse on May 30, 2009 1:06:24 GMT -5
Title: SLAYER LOVE LOGIC
Fandom: BUFFY
Pairing/Characters: BUFFY/SPIKE (FROM BUFFY'S P.O.V)
Summary: SEASON 6 DURING BUFFY AND SPIKE'S LITTLE FLING, IT IS BUFFY'S FEELINGS ABOUT SPIKE AND A LITTLE OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN GOING ON IN HER HEAD
Rating: I WOULD ERR ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION AND SAY PG-13
Warnings: SEXUAL SITUATIONS (OR METAPHORS FOR THEM ANYHOW) AND I ALSO MENTION BATTLE/BLOOD/DEATH
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS POEM, I AM MERELY OBSESSED WITH THEM. JOSS WHEDON IS LORD AND MASTER OF ALL THE BUFFYVERSE, I HUMBLY PAY MEEK HOMAGE TO HIS BRAINCHILD BELOW.
Word Count: 385
Type:FREE VERSE POEM
Author's note: This is the first time i have ever written about the Buffyverse.
Deep inside me
where the fly in the logic ointment
lives with the insane troll,
i struggle with so many heavy emotions
and walk a threadbare tightrope of control.
Sometimes i feel defeated
even as i am thrusting the stake home,
seeing my chances at a normal life
flutter away with the ash motes
that sting my eyes in the quiet night.
I am swift, silent death on sure feet
yet you remain the only shadow
that can slowly creep up behind me,
and somehow take me off guard
electrifying me with need.
The only thing with enough strength
to pull me out of my selfish fugue
in which i try to hide,
is the ebb and flow of your former chivalrous soul
and being swept away by your peroxide tide.
There is no room for thinking
in your violent velvet crush
a different dance of hunter meeting hunted
that is much more frightening to me
than weapons or bloodshed.
Swimming in your feral flesh
unleashes unknown monsters inside me
and as they claw and roar
i realize in the darkness we make
i am discovering something more.
While i was at peace
and not there for my loved ones
you were their unrewarded protector,
counting down the days you missed me
behind all the swagger clad in black leather.
I've never been too great at good relationships,
Chosen ones are meant to be alone,
and every guy i'm with eventually leaves
so maybe that's why i can't deal
and i'm basking in letting us be.
Maybe you are more than convienient,
you don't judge or depend
you understand me like no one else
i cry on your dead shoulder about my life
and you have been through your own hells.
I could be afraid of living again
because of losing the things i do manage to feel
these are the words i won't tell my friends
because i'd rather figure out for myself first
if any part of it is pretend.
I feel like i'm fumbling into love's gut
i don't know when it snuck up and swallowed me whole
being damaged goods i don't know the price we'd have to pay for this,
so please understand if i change my mind
and prefer to dig my way out in strong slayer silence.
Everyone feel free to leave feedback for the author.
Fandom: BUFFY
Pairing/Characters: BUFFY/SPIKE (FROM BUFFY'S P.O.V)
Summary: SEASON 6 DURING BUFFY AND SPIKE'S LITTLE FLING, IT IS BUFFY'S FEELINGS ABOUT SPIKE AND A LITTLE OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN GOING ON IN HER HEAD
Rating: I WOULD ERR ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION AND SAY PG-13
Warnings: SEXUAL SITUATIONS (OR METAPHORS FOR THEM ANYHOW) AND I ALSO MENTION BATTLE/BLOOD/DEATH
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS POEM, I AM MERELY OBSESSED WITH THEM. JOSS WHEDON IS LORD AND MASTER OF ALL THE BUFFYVERSE, I HUMBLY PAY MEEK HOMAGE TO HIS BRAINCHILD BELOW.
Word Count: 385
Type:FREE VERSE POEM
Author's note: This is the first time i have ever written about the Buffyverse.
Deep inside me
where the fly in the logic ointment
lives with the insane troll,
i struggle with so many heavy emotions
and walk a threadbare tightrope of control.
Sometimes i feel defeated
even as i am thrusting the stake home,
seeing my chances at a normal life
flutter away with the ash motes
that sting my eyes in the quiet night.
I am swift, silent death on sure feet
yet you remain the only shadow
that can slowly creep up behind me,
and somehow take me off guard
electrifying me with need.
The only thing with enough strength
to pull me out of my selfish fugue
in which i try to hide,
is the ebb and flow of your former chivalrous soul
and being swept away by your peroxide tide.
There is no room for thinking
in your violent velvet crush
a different dance of hunter meeting hunted
that is much more frightening to me
than weapons or bloodshed.
Swimming in your feral flesh
unleashes unknown monsters inside me
and as they claw and roar
i realize in the darkness we make
i am discovering something more.
While i was at peace
and not there for my loved ones
you were their unrewarded protector,
counting down the days you missed me
behind all the swagger clad in black leather.
I've never been too great at good relationships,
Chosen ones are meant to be alone,
and every guy i'm with eventually leaves
so maybe that's why i can't deal
and i'm basking in letting us be.
Maybe you are more than convienient,
you don't judge or depend
you understand me like no one else
i cry on your dead shoulder about my life
and you have been through your own hells.
I could be afraid of living again
because of losing the things i do manage to feel
these are the words i won't tell my friends
because i'd rather figure out for myself first
if any part of it is pretend.
I feel like i'm fumbling into love's gut
i don't know when it snuck up and swallowed me whole
being damaged goods i don't know the price we'd have to pay for this,
so please understand if i change my mind
and prefer to dig my way out in strong slayer silence.
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Everyone feel free to leave feedback for the author.