This Mortal Coil
A Portion of The Eternal
Innocence stolen. Love denied.
Liv finds herself torn, haunted by
memories of her dead boyfriend,
tormented by those who may
have killed him, and drawn
to a mysterious new student
who brings with him not only
redemption and revenge, but the
chance for her to live again.
I am the wind that remembers... and you are the leaf swept up by it's vengeance.
That is the beauty of fire... that even without purpose it can consume you.
I am the girl you will hold close but never be able to touch.
And angels get caught as they stare.
Whose deaths become revenge by mourning.
Every time I am at your grave a piano plays.
I have decided to be brave.
…I am the particle that drifts through the air, unseen, until the light from an apathetic sun pulls my existence into your view. I will be forever changed. Once I have been betrayed by a random refraction of light, I will never be able to hide from you again. And you will never allow me to remain what I was, as I floated along, hidden in the safety of the shadows.
With these words Liv explains not only who she was, but who she becomes. In between is a story of rape, revenge and redemption. A girl's innocence stolen, a young man's life is taken and only a stranger can make things right again as the person responsible for both is hailed as a hero.
I am everything I am and I am nothing that is I. I am the girl that you will hold close and never be able to touch. I am the girl you will touch but never be able to hold close. But I will compel you to try. And try. And try.
Just finished a book from Maurice Jovan Billington. A PORTION OF THE ETERNAL. This book, oh my, this book. It's unblinking YA, rated R, but hard, gorgeous, troubling, unique, heartbreaking, hopeful. It has a kind of RIVER'S EDGE feel to it. I'll be talking about it more and pulling quotes from it. Still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.
Author; Aaron Michael Ritchey
The Never Prayer" and "Long Live The Suicide King
This book is pure poetry. Literary magic. Jovan manages to paint the most indelible, stunning picture of everything he describes, which caused me to pause and reflect quite a bit... There are so many themes woven throughout this text that my mind was spinning as I simultaneously lingered on every word, desperately wishing I could write the way he does.
Author; S.C. Berelsman
My Last Rock Bottom
A seventeen year old, dark haired girl blessed or perhaps cursed with the soul of a poet. Pale skinned and slight of frame she is fragile without being frail, innocent but not naive, vulnerable but not a victim. She is beautiful even in her mourning and unstoppable in her belief that love truly never dies.
A young man at the beginning of adulthood that is tragically robbed of the opportunity to enter it when he mysteriously dies. His voice however carries on, heard by those haunted by him and haunted for him.
Golden haired child of privilege, star high school quarterback and possessor of a deceptive smile capable of hiding monstrous intentions. Once you "drift" into his view, your life will forever change.
Dark, mysterious, unblinking... the soul of someone much older possesses him, the soul of someone troubled, restless, though he remains calm in the face of the chaos of youth.
Black, bright but troubled. He has the spirit that wants to fly but is too afraid, chained by his own insecurities of who he really is, where he comes from and what his worth is to anyone.
Christian's right hand though nothing he does is right or for the right reasons.
Even less his own self than Murdoc. It is not that Russel has no conscience it is that he has never been told he should pay attention to it.
Maurice Jovan Billington
- WDED “Dead In The Morning”
- The Purgatorist
- The Horizon Bleeds
- A Portion Of The Eternal
- This Plane Is Going To Crash
- No World So Wide
- The Guyz
- Black Time White Noise
- 95 YNF (Tampa)
- 98 Rock (Baltimore)
- 98.7 The Blitz (Columbus)
- 102.5 The Bone (St. Pete)
- Founder/Artistic Director:
- The Soevan Theater Of The Performing Arts
This Plane is Going to Crash
A Collection of Poems
you looked away from me
into my eyes
if you can understand why fire avoids rain
then you can understand
as your tear pierced my skin
when your face brushed mine
to say good-bye
now my neck burns
scarred where your mouth touched
leaving me breathless and dying
with a tortured thought of what might have been
had you not swayed
of my lips