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GoneWhere did all the time go
Our pasts so different, but their scars the same
I see my own reflection when I look you in the eye.
I remember the days when wed be alone
We never had to speak, we knew the others thoughts
Those days are gone now or so you claim
But I refuse to give up hope.
Now youre far away and leave me
Longing for your touch again
That protective embrace, that tentative kiss
That I might have shunned at first
And here I lie, alone tonight
Cursing myself for my stubborn blindness
And wishing you were here with me
I miss your warmth, the way youd laugh
When Id play hard to get
But I know now that all the time you felt nothing but pain.
Now I wish you were here tonight
Here to whisper me to sleep
And hide me from the blackness of the night
But now youre gone to better things
Youll be back before you know it
But for me, it has already been an eternity.
I fall asleep and dream
Of that day we rested together amid the whispering t
Strike Hour: Chapter 2 Chapter 2
He woke to pain.
Qireis curtile, he thought miserably. What a fucking surprise.
He wished he had an alarm clock, like hed seen on the few occasions hed been above ground. He wished he could just roll over, smack the cause of his wakefulness and shut it up, so he could numb himself in sleep again. But no.
He lifted his head, a tremendous effort for his state, wincing at the pain that shot down his spine.
Still alive, a voice said somewhere above him. What a pity.
Fuck you, he managed, in a voice that sounded like gravel being scraped across a cheese grater, if that strong.
There was a laugh. Feisty. He forced his eyes open halfway and saw black combat boots. There was a scuff on the toe of the left boot. Probably from
Strike Hour: Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Eighty-one .eighty-two .eighty-three eighty-four She fell back to the floor, uncrossing her arms from her chest, breathing hard, staring at the cracks in the ceiling as she caught her breath after her second set of crunches. Her skin was slightly glossy with a thin sheen of sweat; the workout itself wasnt particularly intense for her, but the humid heat of the summer night was keeping her from cooling off. Locked up in this damned bedroom, she had nothing else to do. She could get out, if she wanted; shed rigged the lock a long time ago so that she could simply slip a bobby pin through between the door and the jamb and open the door. But shed let the people that passed for her foster parents have their satisfaction for now. They simply didnt have the time or patience to deal with her so they said, in reality, they were only busy wi
WTFWhat the hell is wrong with me?
I never thought you'd go the way of the others
Or rather, that I would treat you as such...
That I'd risk discovery and further torment
Just to hide with you for a while
And then I'd turn and run
I don't know if I'm afraid
Or what it is about me
You gave me a second chance. I fucked it up.
Every night I've cried myself to sleep, not often...
But every time wanting your touch and your protection
And now, faced with that, I fuck it up.
I'd say I wanted you back
But for what? For me to hurt you again?!
And now it's another one of those nights
Wishing I wasn't alone
But guilty now, because I know I'd probably run.
I'm wasting pain and almost tears on something I can fix
And therefore shouldn't lament - but can I really fix it?
I won't let myself cry for this
I've got no one to blame but myself.
And now I'm lost in my old melodramas again
Writing like echoes, without effect
And hating myself, but immune to the pain
And now it's another one of t
THINGEHAn eagle flown from burning nest,
Into a raging unknown storm
In search of calm and clear horizons
To warm her wings beneath seven suns.
A dark horse runs in a pitch-dark night,
Unbridled, fearing naught yet running
Running from shadows within itself
Running from darkness that plagues its noble head
Running from loneliness on a cold winters night
Running for love to finish the fight.
Fire and ice, a clashing of forces
To love to hate, to hate to love
A legend without a name,
A name without a legend
To join or to fight?
To love or to hate?
To fear or to trust?
To think is to die.
Innocence shattered and malevolence unpunished
Spurs the anger of an unsuspected friend
Outward young, inward ageless,
In vigilant sleep until her birth
Waiting for a subtle queen
To defend, her knight, her confidant.
Left to die in corrupting loneliness
With strength to survive, but only just
Hanging on to loves lost hope
Waiting for saving grace to rescue darkness.
A shadow captured is a Phantom t
Unnamed Thing - ProloguePrologue
His body ached like hell. He knew theyd beaten him to subdue him, but how badly? He couldnt feel his wings. He was blindfolded with some ungodly fabric that was itchy and smelled of motor oil.
He thrashed on the cold surface of the table and felt three of them throw their weight on him. Tranquilize him, a voice said from across the room. He uttered a low, guttural snarl and whipped his head around, sinking his fangs into the warm flesh of the arm behind him, tasting blood and biting down harder as the man screamed, trying to wrench him off. He set his teeth in and let his venom seep into the wound. Then there were fingers under his jaw and they unlocked his bite. He spat a bittersweet mix of blood and venom at his unseen enemies, hoping to get it in at least one unprotected eye, but heard no cry of pain and disgust. Damnit. He beat his wings furiously against the table, trying to fl
Random Red Midnight Creepiness Her feet were silent on the stone wall of the castle as she clung to the side of the tower, her eyes set on the window fifty feet above the ground. She hated heights, and she hated climbing without ropes, even though she was good at it. Shed learned quite a few things from Doom though, when it came to clinging to vertical surfaces.
Shed dropped all her gear except for eight throwing knives that she had hidden in her boots, which were currently tied together by the laces and strung over her shoulder so that her feet were bare and better able to grip the tiny ledges of the rocks in the side of the castle. Shed hide the knives elsewhere once she put her boots back on.
Morningstar winced at the combined scream and howl of a Phantom in pain from the apex of the tower, stopping her climb a few feet below the window. She didnt want to know what they were doing to him in there.
Poison - 2Poison - 2
Loosely inspired by [BEFERA] and Strike Hour.
I dont know why you hypnotize me
I dont know why I cant escape you
Why do you fascinate me
Why cant I break your stare
Youve become my oxygen
My burning, vital breath of air
Your rage is my storm and my phobia
Your sadness my agony and my despair
Your loneliness my starvation and my pain
Your happiness my triumph, my victory.
Your reputation is a shameful, cowardly lie
That conceals what you really are inside.
Just take me now
Just take me away from this lie thats my life
This perfect template of what Im supposed to be
Shatter its cruel iron for me
Shatter the mold like you shattered the stone
Around my naïve narrow mind.
I cant escape you.
I cant escape your loving choke hold
Youre in my blood like bittersweet venom
That puts me to sleep so I no longer know fear.
I know you can destroy me.
I know Im tangoing with death.
But you are my sweet poison.
You are th
Shatter - Final DraftS h a t t e r
There is a certain innocence to childhood, an innocence that, once it begins to fade into the chaotic tangle of responsibilities and realities of adulthood, we hardly notice until it is gone. We miss it when weve had some real-world experience to contrast with the utopia of childhood. As we fight to find our way, caught in that precarious balance between child and adult, we long for those days when a cookie could put a smile on our faces, when our greatest worries were something along the lines of whether we would be able to find the red crayon in the art box.
It would have been a lot easier for me and for most of the nation to grow up that slow, involuntary way in which we tend to forget that we were children once, until its too late. The knowledge of things like the economy, politics, and countless other real-world issues flood our minds, pushing that sterile, sugar-coated world of chi
speechlessI swear, I don't think I've ever
met a person quite like you before.
You stir up an inconceivable amount of feelings
inside of me, and it seems that I can never
find the right words to say whenever I'm around you.
PetalsI pull off a petal
"He loves me."
His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in.
I pull off a petal.
And when he can't make time for me, that's okay.
He makes up for it in his kisses.
I pull off a petal.
The other girls don't matter
Because he comes home to me.
It hurts a little but I deal with it
Because he is the sun and the stars.
I pull off a petal.
He may ignore me sometimes
But deep down I know he cares.
I pull off a petal.
I'm hurting, but I need him.
He's the only one in my head.
He's the air in my lungs.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me not."
A MemoryI remember eating marshmallows
roasted by candle
Dancing in the light
of your cell phone with our voices
making a tune at midnight
Days spent jumping, laughing,
Our feelings seemed connect
As did our hands intertwined
when we'd crossed a mess.
When we'd made our palms bleed
From swinging off trees,
Or when we dug a hole
To hide from the world
We spent snowy days in our shorts and bare feet
Just to see who could stand the heat of the burning freeze
And when I got too cold
you'd pick me up and run us home,
Rainy days were spent laying in puddles listening to the drops, getting soaked
And the sunniest were spent in swimsuits spraying each other with a hose
But every story has an end
So I lost my best friend...
What felt like death
When you left
Because every leaf kicked up in the fall...fell
and every raindrop to be caught...missed
every snowflake to be felt... melt
every flame to jump over in the summer sky...burned out
All these memories fall on my head;
Talking on your
For you If the stars don't shine tonight
Will you still love me?
If our hearts stopped beating
Would you forgive me?
If the earth stopped spinning
Would you still hate me
Yes I know darling you still hate me, your hate for me burns like a raging inferno.
I understand no matter what I will always love you.
The truth is you could take everything I love, strip me down from everything, break me, even slit my throat and I would still love you.
You raised me from the hell I was drowning in, the black abyss I was trapped in for so long.
To this day I don't know why you would do that just to leave me!
I did everything you asked.
I stood up for you.
I fought for you
I would have even taken a bullet for you...
but still your pierced that knife through my back grinning the entire way
I would have done anything for you
Even if you died I would have died with you
Even if that meant taking my own life and losing my wings
Your StarlightYour Starlight:
Climbing up the steep slope
Completely enveloped in summer
Night's warm embrace
My goal silhouetted against the moon
The Withered old tree stood
Covered in the scars of forgotten promises
Placing a hand on the old bark
I remove a pocketknife into my hand
Staring at the blank spot
I recall memories from my life,
My first steps, my first Dance
My first Love, My first broken heart.
The tears come before I can stop them
Even now the scars still hurt
Clenching my fist I closes my eyes
Trying to contain the pain
Suddenly I feel a pair of arms
Wrap around my shoulders
Opening an eye I saw
Arms made of starlight
Turning 'round I saw him
My star, the only one who cared
I hadn't spoken to him since I was young
But that didn't matter to him
He smiled and hugged me again,
"Do not worry." He whispered into my ear
"Though you've grown, I'll still be here."
He held onto my shoulder and smiled at me
I said with more tears than ever
"How can you still care? I almost forgot you were ther
Ti AmoTi Amo, those are words that I
mutter under my breath. It's crazy
how much I love you; I thought about
you with each tick the clock's hand
With each stride I took everything
inn my life began to fall into
place,except for you; a stubborn piece
that you were not wanting to fit.
I didn't want to let you go because
you were the one person that I wanted
in my life.
Months go passing by right before my
eyes, I realize that I didn't want
you in my life anymore; the stress
for me to be this perfect person was
something I didn't want to deal with.
Ti Amo, how those two engrossing words
could mean I love you in a language
with such an elegance that could rip your
heart from the disappearance of that
sweetness not being said to you ever again
from that one person that meant everything.
I'll Know It's You When...Daddy told me that I’ll know
I found you when your fingers
can conduct an orchestra
in my heart and your lips will
taste like ocean water and autumn leaves,
he said I won’t bite my tongue anymore
and the ashes under my skin will be
replaced with things like New York snow
and even glitter. He said when I can
taste my laugh as it ripples out my throat,
when my socks are filled with love letters
and little scented candles, that’s when
I’ll know I found you. He said to picture
a circular object in the sky and if I look at it
and it becomes the sun instead of the moon
then, yeah, I’ve found you.
She Isn't too YoungCome on darling
It's nothing new
I know what he did to you
You gave it up last December
We've done it before
Don't say you wont give me more
You might be sixteen
But loving is okay for a queen.
Isn't it Strange...Isn't it strange who we fall in love with?
They are identical to you, yet completely different
They show you their life and passion, and you show yours to them.
Each of you discovering a whole new world filled with adventure
Isn't it strange how quickly you can fall out of love?
If lovers are too similar, they fight like Siamese fighter fish fight over territory.
Yet if lovers are too different, they fight like stray cats and dogs over a mangy carcass.
Nevertheless fights smashing through the relationship, Leaving shattered pieces of love, trust and hope littering the floor
Isn't it strange how a past partner can influence you years later?
How the compulsive liar rubs off on the truth telling angel,
Convincing her to litter her life with white lies?
And how their taste in music lingers like a bad taste in your mouth.
Isn't it strange how Love can cause so much hurt?
When you feel loved, you can hear the angles sing and it feels like you're sitting on top of the world,
The RoadI stand here, alone, on a long, dark road
Under the rain.
I have a piece of diamond,
In my hand.
It glimmers with a hope, though not as bright
Its lost its warmth
And now lies cold and dead
In my palm.
The glimmer is only superficial
Yet somehow, I still think it may
Have a life.
That old gleaming hope
Like every time before
A secret I shouldnt have told
Every time I have that hope
The hope of maybe, someday
Not being lonely anymore
Every time in my stupid fleeting happiness
Every time I have to talk
I have to share my joy
My stupid, fragile hope
And then, as quick as it came
Others so desiring of my own private bliss
Snatch it away
It shatters, irreparable
On a cold endless road, under the rain
And its gone
I try to piece it back together
But it looks like Im not
And with silent stupid tears pent up
That I dare not shed for fear of something
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