polaris

I feel that when I'm old
I'll look at you and know
The world was beautiful

Mama Gothel

Little monarch sits high in her tower
Peering at the hysteria playing out below
Ash-hued locks fall across her pale porcelain face
As she gazes out at the mighty windmill
Looming upwards like a protective parent
Of which she'd never known
She stands as tall as her paltry frame will allow
And she spins
And she twirls
Around and around until she up and takes flight
Higher and higher
Above the ample archways
Beyond the battle still raging below
Casting away the conceited crusaders
Dismissing the diabolical dragons
Escaping the ever afters.
[END SCENE]

Molly Woodford

Scarlet

Is this what was prayed for?
Thiefs made of our fathers
Our brothers turned to liars
Fallen tears like fallen snow
Cover the blackened asphalt
Until it is wholly what we see

Is this what was worked for?
To have gashes scab over
Until all we have to show of our efforts
Are barely noteworthy scars?
Cry out for triumph
Pray on every fallen tear

Lift arms and raise voices
Palms stretched upwards
Are leering satellites
Singing til our tongues are parched
Dancing til our feet give out
Until voices erupt, shatter windows
And tear open scars; reopen war wounds
The battle is not over
The carnage has only just begun


Molly Woodford

Wrong Body

If I make it to heaven
I may be as bloody as hell.
Would you still take me?
I'm afraid that you might say,
"Depart from me, I never knew you."

I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I must have stumbled in.

All the love I want to give,
Gets caught between every rib.
What does that make me?
I have good intentions,
But no exit for them to come out right through.

I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I'm in the wrong body.
I must have stumbled in.

immortality

Hands placed, palms open
Pushing out, pulling apart by force
Strangled cries break the lull
Screaming
Can You hear them screaming?

Your grace and strength
How sweet the sound
Those chords don't play here anymore
My ears ache, they bleed
All that is left is a faint and dismal ring

My eyes are burning
Crimson fiery coals
My feet are heavy
Dense and burdened bricks
How can I reach them
From high on this tower?

I strain
I stretch for You
But my vision blurs
My legs grow weary under the weight
How can I see You
With eyes cast downward?

They bend and break
Their figures shrink into obscurity
The higher I climb
How long 'til I fall?
Like the proverbial King Kong
Swerving and swaying
Caught in the crossfire

Molly Woodford

the quiet things that no one ever knows

Tonight I was doing that thing where you're so sensationally lost and void that you absentmindedly click on random icons on your desktop. That was when I came across some very ancient playlists. One of them was from back in grade 10, and when the first song played, I actually felt like I couldn't breathe. It's a pretty scary experience when you genuinely feel yourself getting sucked into the past. It wasn't like a walk down good ol' memory lane, it was like I was getting pulled apart and condensed all at once. All of the sudden, I was 15 again, I was sitting at my computer desk at my grandma's house, in the room that was far too big for someone who just wanted to shrink away. I remember curling up in a ball in that computer chair in the dark and talking to Chris until 3am, when he finally couldn't do it anymore and would go to bed. After that, I would just... Sit there, until it was time for school. I remember the smell of the room, the smell of the shampoo I used to use, the exact temperature in the room, and hearing that song.
It's bizarre, I remember so little from that time, never a full day out of those 6 months... And yet one song can dredge up so much that I apparently have worked relatively hard to forget.

We saw the western coast
I saw the hospital
Nursed the shoreline like a wound
Reports of lover's tryst
Were neither clear nor descript
We kept it safe and slow
The quiet things that no one ever knows

So keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground
If today's the day it gets tired
Today's the day we drop out
Gave up my body and bed
All for an empty hotel
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals

I contemplate the day we wed
Your friends are boring me to death
Your veil is ruined in the rain
By then it's you I can do without
There's nothing new to talk about
And though our kids are blessed
Their parents let them shoulder all the blame


I lie for only you
And I lie well
Hallelujah

things I gain from late night buffy the vampire slayer episodes

"Passion... it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us... passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... without passion, we'd be truly dead."