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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 7 years

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Surreal

It was the night, That your name found a home in the Drum beat of my chest.

The first night, In a long list of nights that I found pleasure in the conversation, Instead of in a position. Found a smile amongst the dust of things I hadn’t worn in forever, And that I’m not as smooth as I think When I am stutter stepping My way through melting, At how beautiful you were.

That night, You were gorgeous.

You were endless lifetimes Wrapped in a moment of everything On my hearts playlist. Putting my soul on shuffle, And the way you steal my breath on repeat. As if every night, Is your way of reminding me how many Ways you have loved me.

I love you too.

From your insecurities To your imperfections. The way you laugh To the ways you make me smile. Your anxiety, That opens doors You’ve never wanted unlocked. To your brightness, Your warmth, Your everything; That takes my nightmares, My scars, My walls, My every last bit of my darkest parts of me.

And loves them.

That night, You were beautiful; Finding comfort in a monster.

To a shipwrecked soul, You were my lighthouse.

My strongest sail, And I just want to give you The most reliable vessel to carry you Anywhere you want to go. Your heart, My destination. We can discover places that Young love couldn’t find. Sail across stars on seas of your dreams, My dreams, And the rhythm of heartbeat waves. Love is in the air, And it’s direction is endless.

Call it impossible, But even this sinking ship found its way To the safety of your shore.

And tonight, I’m watching the sun set behind your eyes Long after the days gone. Waiting for us to drift away together. Today’s adventure is over, Wonderful as always.

But tonight, You are beautiful. Endless. Loved.

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sunnydaleherald · 2 years

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The Sunnydale Herald, Sunday, February 27

SPIKE: (walks closer to her) You're not fooling me. BUFFY: What do you even mean? SPIKE: Well, you're not a quitter. BUFFY: Watch me. SPIKE You were their leader, and you still are. This isn't something you gave up, it's something they took. BUFFY: And the difference is? SPIKE: We can take it back.

~~Touched~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Spikey Blue Monsters (Buffy/Cordelia, T) by lensbian_dykely

Magpies in the Morning (Buffy/Spike/Drusilla, M) by Tasseomancy

17 Fuffy Prompts (Faith/Buffy, T) by TTSoMean

Faith tells herself she's fine with Buffy's first boyfriend... (Buffy/Faith, G) by TTSoMean

Zebra (Faith/Buffy, E) by Anonymous

How to say Goodbye (Buffy/Dawn, E) by Anonymous

I Don't Believe in the Sun (Buffy/Spike, G) by Anonymous

Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits (Xander/Andrew, E) by Anonymous

Between the Stacks (Crossover with Harry Potter, G) by Anonymous

Magpies in the Morning (Buffy/Spike/Drusilla, M) by annyankers

Mending (Buffy/Angel, K+) by OveliaGirlHaditRight

Poetry- Episode 127 - Selfless by The Slayer Verses

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Holey Moley, Me Oh My (You're the Apple of My Eye), Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Violet_valentine

All The Magic, Chapter 6 (Multiple crossovers, G) by Herk

Into the Limelight, Chapter 1 (Crossover with Criminal Minds, NR) by McQueenfan2016

All But One, Chapter 19 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Jws1993

Milkshakes and Motorcycles, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Grief Counseling

Everybody Hurts, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by comlodge

The Fairytale, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

who could ever leave me, darling – but who could stay? (you could stay), Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by MillennialCryBaby

Closer and Closer, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Grief Counseling

You Learn, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by bramcrackers

The Lost Reasons to Live, Chapter 7 (Multiple crossovers, FR21) by ShadwowMaster

Divine Ideas from a Demonic Mind, Chapter 39 (Multiple crossovers, FR15) by TheDivineDemon

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others, Chapter 11 (Multiple crossovers, FR18) by Greywizard

Broken Chain, Chapter 4 (Connor, FR18) by McQueen

Darkest Dawn, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by zabjade

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The Pack by multiple authors

I don't understand why Angel and Buffy couldn't be together!! by multiple authors

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kattra · 5 years

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What I’m Reading

BOOKS OF JULY No Good Deed by Goldy Moldavsky Life is Funny by E.R. Frank Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler Blackout by Mira Grant ** Feedback by Mira Grant Rise: The Complete Newsflesh Collection by Mira Grant (SS) The Wicker King by K. Ancrum ** If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio ** Rayne & Delilah’s Midnight Matinee by Jeff Zentner Pop: How Graphic Design Shapes Popular Culture by Steven Heller (NF) Human Dark With Sugar by Brenda Shaughnessy (P) Tao Te Ching: The Tao and the Power by Lao-Tzu (NF) An Unkindness of Magicians by Kat Howard ** UnWind by Neal Shusterman Of Poseidon by Anna Banks UnWholly by Neal Shusterman Of Triton by Anna Banks UnSouled by Neal Shusterman Of Neptune by Anna Banks UnDivided by Neal Shusterman You Are Not A Stranger Here by Adam Haslett (SS)* The Nakano Thrift Shop by Hiromi Kawakami Middlegame by Seanan McGuire **

Graphic Novels: Archie (2015) Vol.1-6 — Waid et al. ** The Umbrella Academy Vol.1-2 (The Apocalypse Suite, Dallas) by Gerard Way & Gabriel Bá (GN) Wonder Woman: Rebirth Vol.1-9 — Rucka et al. The Coldest City by Antony Johnston & Sam Hart Blackbird Vol.1 (The Great Beast) by Sam Humphries & Jen Bartel ** Isola Vol.1 by Brendan Fletcher & Karl Kerschl

(132 books read / 200 books goal)

currently reading: The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur (P) The Friendship Cure: Reconnecting in the Modern World by Kate Leaver (NF) Unnatural Creatures edited by Neil Gaiman (SS) The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt Winger by Andrew Smith

* - re-read // ** - 4+ star-rating on my goodreads (recommended) GN - graphic novel // NF - non-fiction // P - poetry SS - short story collection // AB - audiobook

TBR: The Heroes of Olympus Series by Rick Riordan Queen Victoria’s Book of Spells: An Anthology of Gaslamp Fantasy edited by Ellen Datlow & Terri Windling (SS) Let Me Clear My Throat: Essays by Elena Passarello (NF) H Is For Hawk by Helen Macdonald (NF)

WHAT ARE YOU READING? :D

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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 7 years

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Semper Fi

“The eagle born to those who pledge their lives in honor. Smiled upon by god, Freed from chains and iron collar.

It held aloft on unity, By history revered. For preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across 200 years.

And for each of those and one year more, God has smiled upon the corp. From Barbary costs to eastern sand By sword or gun or by bare hand.

So it has been and shall be weighed. Though many are born, Few are made. And faithful always we shall remain.

We are dogs, To loose when war is raged.”

Marines.

Forged in fires lit on the battlefield of New Providence, And fueled by the blood spilt in every war zone since. Always faithful, Always ready. Each a rifleman with enough tenacity to make one man feel like a hundred.

Every Marine, Hallowed in the ways of our traditions. Clean bodies, Filthy minds, The highest of morale And the lowest of morals of all animals.

And yes we are, Animals. Devil Dogs, Leathernecks. Through valleys of death we fear no evil, For we are the baddest mother fuckers in the valley. We are the shadow of death.

Raised with two battalions, Beneath the cracking roof of Tun Tavern, We swore to give victory when defeat wasn’t an option. With the courage to endure just a moment more.

Never retreat, And never surrender. No matter how great the threat…

I will hold.

The greatest words you can hear, If you ever find yourself on hells door. Behind a Marine, Who will put a smile on his face, A blade on his rifle, And his body between you and our enemy.

I will hold.

For I am the deadliest weapon in the world. No better friend, And no worse enemy. I am the darkness that makes the devil stay in hell, And the light that comes in peace, Pleading with absolute honesty;

“If you fuck with me, I will kill you all.”

For we are the last to leave, And the first to go. We leave no man behind. That, Is a tradition more sacred than life. If we die, We will take a thousand with us. And if you should be so graced to look upon the scenes of heaven, You will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines.

Honor before Glory.

Death before Dishonor.

For God and Country I will end your life.

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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 7 years

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I awoke, Exhausted from the rain that kept me up All night. It was the endlessness. The constant drumming that seemed to Hammer its way into my chest. The way every muscle in my body Tried to escape a prison skin And dance to the sound of freedom. I breathed in, Knowing that at least my lungs were On my side as I lit a cigarette. I just wanted to suffocate everything. It hasn't rained in years.

Andrew Rayne

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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 7 years

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Midnight at Noon

If I could, I would show you how it felt when gravity ripped away the rain Before it could wash away my sins. How I ground my teeth to ashes, As howling winds froze my scars into a forever; Bearing the lacerations from the lightning that always seemed to be close enough to hurt me, But never close enough to shatter my existence.

I’ve never been soaking wet, But I could tell you how I’ve been drowning on the idea of tying an anchor to my ankles and letting it drag me into an oblivion beneath the waves. How I have never been sucked into a twister, And still find myself suffocating on this dream where I’m choking on every lie I’ve ever said. “I’m fine.” “I’m happy.” “I’m strong.” “I’m…”

I’m not depressed. That isn’t a lie, I’m honestly not depressed; Because depression has never graced me with the reflection of its gaze. I’m not depressed, Because I’ve never had the chance to get caught up in the hurricane. I’m not depressed, Because I can’t be.

If I could, I’d tell you what it’s like to be, The eye of a storm.

I’d tell you how I've stricken men with thunder that would strip you of your will to live. How some of those men were friends, And how you should probably know that lightning can remain in your body for years and kill you at the touch of a hairline trigger. And trust me when I tell you, That you wouldn’t have thought they were depressed; Until you walk in to find their eyes staring up at the ceiling, Crawling with red blood and salt stains when they were searching for an answer. I’d tell you that, Sometimes depression likes to hide behind Happier expressions, Calmer complexions, And it's only in its own reflection that the realization of your hearts recession, Depression can be a bitch.

You'll race through your whole life, And then, Like a truck head first into a wall that they'll call an accident. Like a backfire with shattered glass they'll call it suicide.

Like when you try and talk to people about the fact you've wrecked your car more times than you could remember, Or how you just fixed the mirror hiding in your closet, And you just stutter step your way into shutting up because depression....

Sometimes depression doesn't let you know it's there.

And then everything just stops.

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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 8 years

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Small Talk

If I showed you monsters That would make you invest in the freedom To be oblivious; Would you still ask me about my scars? If I branded your eyes With demons that can carve iron into your chest And gut you like a slaughter house; Would you still ask me about my friends? Would you still ask me about my faith, If I ripped your heart out of your chest And buried it in your brothers broken ribs Hoping it'll beat again? Would you still ask me, If I want to talk about it? I'd show you what it looks like when You're holding the one person you can't lose in your arms, And they know they're going to die. I'd show you what it looks like, To be ripped apart, devoured, And wrenched from this world so violently Angels take you in pieces. I'd make you feel what it's like, To wrap your lips around death hoping to breathe life into them. To use your clothes like patchwork skin to keep your heart from spilling out of your stomach. I'd make you drill a hole six feet Down your throat when you finally tear your voice apart and their name becomes nothing more than a silent plea to be heard. To be known, And remembered. I'd make you tell their families why they're dead. I'd make you lie and say they went peacefully; And know they know different. I'd show you what it looks like, To be destroyed by memories. I'm sorry, Did I make you uncomfortable?

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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 8 years

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Wings Over Voices

I had this dream,  That I could use my mouth As well as I could used my hands.  I remember, How I tied my voice to my fingertips. Laced my lips to the ink As it spilled effortlessly Against the parchment of a soul With a patience My tongue had never had a chance to practice.

Tattooed a forever verse against The hearts of a thousand torn wanderers. Looking for a masterpiece of expression, That could help turn their bruises into Beautiful reasons.

I awoke with a dry throat, And all the ink had stained my neck Like a prison display; I was a liar pretending to be just another Commonplace sinner. Who was I, Other than what society paid for me, To dream for more than I was worth?

You see if my mouth Ever decided to give poetry a try, It would trip over the words And stutter step it’s way into How I forced it to swallow my pride Just so I could smile a little longer. It would caress the swelling Where I had split my lip And drowned my heart before it could drag What I wanted to say up my throat.

Maybe one day, I’ll speak out more often than I shut up. Speak up rather than shut out The painted words of my own masterpiece.

I remember, How I tied my voice to my wings as I Flew wide, and open And free. How I embraced the sun, And in return, filled my prose with warmth From a galaxy full of stars.

I remember how it wasn’t a dream. I am not practicing I am reciting. I am not stuttering I am flowing. Effortlessly and without hesitation. My voice is as strong and as unashamed as my hands have always been. I am free, And the harrowing winds at my back drive my forward flight. The sun is my best friend, And me and the stars write stories in the constellations so anyone could see them.

My voice was beautiful.

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andrewraynepoetry-blog · 8 years

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She’s the poem, I thought I’d never know how to write. With a verse full of Perfect storms. Rain that washes away prison memories, And drenches me with lightning moments. She is poetry in waves, And I am in love with the way Her ocean soul feels wrapped around me.

Andrew Rayne

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