His Imperfections are His Perfections

He may not have much to offer me…

He may not be rich.
He may not have power.
He is far from perfect.

However…

Since when is love and loyalty purchased?

To me, money and power do not mean a thing.

Every precious moment with him is worth it,

Like queen looks up to her king

 

His poisons are of liquor and tobacco,

My toxic passion is him

They are both deadly to us,

And they will most likely be what does us in.

 

Yet we do not give them up…

Mine for my own reasons…

Maybe he’s no good for me

But he gives me something to believe in.

 

Would you listen to people,

If they told you your love isn’t right?

Would you give it all up because of words

Or would you stand by him and fight

 

Of course you would.

You wouldn’t leave him for them,

So who are you to post judgments?

All that matters is what you have with him.

 

He’s a bum, he’s a drunk

Sticks and stones sticks and stones

He smokes a lot and drinks too much

Keep talking shit and I’ll break your bones

 

He has no car and can barely make his way

I have no job, but you have nothing to say to me

Damn, guess we’ll have to do it the old fashioned way

Looks like he’s walkin’ in them Chuck T’s

 

Why do you stand by his side

Even when he doesn’t return your love?

I could ask why you remain with your man

When he treats you like dirt instead of a dove?

 

Listen, he may not be perfect

He may not have a fancy car

His wallet may be lighter than yours

He doesn’t have the muscles of a football star

 

But perfect is boring

Shiny cars get scratched

Money isn’t everything

And muscles turn into fat

 

Bottom line, he respects me an makes me laugh

I care for him for who he is

I don’t want some fake, buff meathead

He is perfect

 

Just the way he is.

 

by: ©Désirée Storms aka Tori P. Coelho 4/20/13

Shadow

In the shadows he stays with all his oddities and quriks...

He is hard to spot and may not seem to be there,

But you never know where the devil lurks.

He has appeared once or twice.

When I see him, I know I should be scared,

But he is not my foe.

How strange is the bond we've shared.

He was the tiger, and I was the doe

 

But then something strange happened...

Things started to simmer down...

His mood less aggressive...

And gradually, it grew as it is now.

 

He never touches me,

Yet he never leaves.

I sometimes wonder why he chose me.

Perhaps this is what I believe...

That he is not as bad as he seems.

 

The label "demon" tarnishes his charisma.

Perhaps I am crazy,

But how could something so evil be such an enigma?

His outter appearance,

His human disguise...

It would trick the eyes of any passerby.

Skin of ivory,

Eyes of gold,

Those vibrant orbs makes you wonder what secrets he holds.

 

Thin lips curve upward in a mischievous grin.

Only I see the good that is hiddin within.

He is so strange.

A curtain of jet black falls just past his shoulders...

And all I want to know is his real name.

 

He would never let me find out,

Because it is almost forbidden.

In telling his true identity,

He risks being killed for what he has hidden.

 

I don't think he knows I would never harm him,

Just like I don't know if he would harm me,

So here we both are,

Living in some dark fantasy.

None of this is supposed to exist...

A demon is a myth, something written up in text

Made up in the minds of religious pets.

 

So I remain here living with this stranger.

Sometimes I don't understand my own bravado.

I know by staying I put myself in danger.

I only know the alias he has given himself...

Shadow.

 

by: ©Désirée Storms 4/20/13

Did You Know?

Did you know....

• That pregnant girl? She was raped by her boyfriend.
• That fat girl? She has a health condition that affects her weight.
• That drug dealer? He's just trying to support his little sister, because he's all she has.
• That punk? His father beats him.
• That guy convicted for murder? He shot the man that raped his daughter.
• That guy with lots of "trashy" tattoos? They cover up the burns he recieved from saving someone from a burning building.
• That rebellious teenager? Their parents are abusive.
• That quiet, weird kid? He witnessed his mother's death.
• That "sideshow freak"? Is just as human as you and me.
• That anorexic girl? People tell her she's fat.
• That "fag"? He spends every day trying to seem straight to avoid being beaten.
• That pushover? He's afraid to speak, because other boys beat him up because he's gay.
• That b♥tchy, popular "slut"? She's the most insecure person in the room.
• That emo kid? She's the nicest person you'll ever meet.
• That prima ballerina? She listens to punk rock and skateboards.
• That mobster? He would do anything to protect his family.
• That man with the deformed face? It's a birth defect, not a disease.
• That guy with the horrible scars? He fought for our country.
• That Nazi? He followed Hitler's orders so his family wouldn't be killed for disobedience.
• That vicious pit bull? It wasn't a fighter until it was given to a monster.
• That old grump? He has no one left.
• That woman standing next to the man with the medal? She is the real hero.
• That single mother? Her husband was killed.
• That dropout? He's one of the most loyal, hardest working friends you could have.
• That drunk? He feels guilty.
• That convict? He's innocent.

You don't know everyone's full story, so don't make judgments until you do. Everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes the people we see as the bad guys are the real victims. A lot of us have it so easy, that we don't realize how hard it can be for others, and how limited their choices are in life. Think before you speak.

My Book: Forbidden (title pending)

Forbidden

 

Forbidden is book #1 of the series I have been working on for a little over two years now. I began writing it one summer evening after a particularly random design popped into my head. The design was supposed to be meant for a monster project I had been working on for an art class, but then I thought "Hey! That would make a great demon!" Haha, kind of a morbid thing to think about, I know, and I'm still not sure how the story idea came about.

 

I guess it started like this; I has always been into things like the paranormal or the bizarre, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I started writing a book with a storyline of the sort. The "monster" ended up, with a little tweaking, turning into the main demon in the plot, whose name (for now) has been chosen to be Lucan. Names and titles are still pending for this story. I won't get in too deep about the plot for now, but the book basically focuses on the powers of shadow and light. Or love and evil. It's hard to not make it sound like another vampire novel, and believe me I've read enough of them to make me blanch at the mere sight of the bloodsuckers. Forbidden is, in my opinion, not your typical vampire romance novel. There is definitely more violence and adult themes than what an audience would see in say Twilight.

 

Lucan is a demon. He does not look at Nevaeh (the main protagonist) for the first time and fall head over heels. Like every other demon, he wants to kill her, because that's just what demons do. What happens to change all that will remain a mystery for now, but I can promise you it's not an easy transition, especially for poor Nevaeh. The book focuses on the question a lot of people ask themselves every now and then; does true evil really exist? What scenarios can cause enemis to come together to fight a bigger force? Unlike most books and movies that show the haunting from the humans' perspectives, this book will venture into the point of view of the demons as well.