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Good bye letterGood bye
This is my final good bye for so long you were my friend for so long my rock
then it all went to hell I am sorry for the bad times and happy for what ever times I made you smile
I know you dont want to hear form me but was suggested that I do a good bye letter so this is it
I have dealt with so many emotions from what was us ive gone from sadness to anger to sadness again I just want it all done and over with so hopefully this gives me the closer I need so I no longer have to deal with this ever again so good bye I wish you the best may the darkness always wrap you in its shroud of protection and may good fortune always follow you
UntitledLock the heart inside the chest
and close off all that makes you human
turn from the light
and realize what makes you strong
take the pain
and return a cold response
lock the heart inside the chest
and never feel again
Namings? Tomato, tamato poNamings?
Sub , grinder
Kroger ,Fred Myers
All the same yet all different?
Why different names for the same thing?
Is whats good for the North not good for the South?
Is whats good for the East not good for the West?
Such weird people all naming the same thing different names.
Can we not all just agree on one name.
So confusing so annoying I must say its rather confusing to be quiet frank.
Why fear deaths touch, why notWhy fear deaths touch,
why not welcome it,
so cold no promises,
No lies to be unraveled,
No dirty secrets hidden away,
Like dirt under ones fingernails,
Lift up to me your cheek,
Feel the cold touch of death,
And forget the lies of warmth and pleasure,
Underneath that lieing sun,
Walk into the night,
Hand in hand with death,
and remember it has always been death that has been true
The story is done, The Tale unThe story is done,
The Tale unfolded,
The plot has ceased,
The villian beaten, But yet no happy end,
Does this story bear,
For in the end,
The hero is broken,
Not by magic,
Not by sword,
Not by mace,
But by closest betrayal,
Final words are cried out,
Yet fall upon silent ears,
Why you he crys yet knows the answer,
For no other was closer,
Thats why you,
For there could be no othe
The darkness comes once more, The darkness comes once more,
filling in what space the light had filled,
why cling to the light,
when the sun is no longer there to shine,
why cling to the hope of light,
when the night has never lied,
to the dark shall i run,
the shadows my cloak, '
the darkness my one true friend,
it never lies,
it never hurts,
it only sooths the pain and the burns of clinging to the light,
so with these words,
the darkness does take over,
forget the light,
forsake the day,
for in the end the night will always reign.
Your grim reaperI once wanted to do nothing more but make you happy now all I want is to be the last thing you see as your last breath is forced from your lungs I want to hear you beg for mercy and stare into your eyes as you releaze that you shall receive none I want to be the cause of your death I want to be your grim reaper
Happy birthday EliWhat can I say bout my dear daughter Eli this her special day
When fate caused our paths to cross I never thought I'd gain as loyal a daughter as you, You always know to make those around you laugh or smile,
You are a very sweet, caring, loving, loyal, person and I am proud to call you my daughter, From day one you have been a joy and pleasure to have around, You quickly fit yourself into the mold of the crazy family that we belong to, and honestly I feel as if you are my actual daughter you remind me of well me in so many ways, So happy 23rd birthday and heres to many more to come and may we always spin this tale as family
The monster takes over
Out of the shadows a young male vampire would step a smile on his face as his eyes laid upon his dear friend. Memorys of how he and the beautiful creature before him had met swam through his head. Today she was in her black and orange cat form fire poofing out from her mouth. Ello my dear -He would greet her as he walked up and hugged her close- Ello you goof bal. -She would reply a light chuckle pouring from her lips as she smiled back at him. He would smile a bit brighter at her usual greeting they would sit and talk bout this and that as the night grew on in time she would turn in and go to sleep. He would stay by her side watching over her as was his promise. As he watched over her he would begin to dream of what is and what could be. He thought of how easy it was for him to make her smile and how easy it was for her to make him smile, Yet even in that they were held apart by others but soon in time both those chains would disappear from both of them. They chain to the girl causing
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
IridescentShe dances along the lines of poetry,
Her curls wind amongst the words
And I lie in love with each syllable
That is touched by her.
Thinking off her is not enough
She wraps round each thought
Like iron wrought ribbon -
In decadent dance
She caresses italics,
Winding her way through
Every dream with ethereal grace.
Iridescent, she taught me colour
Oh seraphim, but I am red, and
She lies in margins blue!
Forever my forbidden phallus,
She is everything taboo.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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