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Young Love We're both so terribly young when we first meet. Love blooms quickly, hot and bright the way it does when you're so terribly young.
Soon we're hiding hickies under high collars and too much makeup; You're laughing at my colorblind attempts to hide the broken, bruised skin. I hide mine between your thighs, laughing as I cover smooth, pale skin beneath nearly innocent first kisses.
We're running, taunting and falling over onto each other. We shout up at the sky, calling the lightening into being and laughing out the thunder. I tuck a flower into your hair and we whisper two rainbows across the grey city.
You give me my name and your ring. In return I name you twice. We invent people more appropriate, places more suitable and imagine that they will stand strong when the clock strikes midnight and the magic deserts us.
They're watching, you tell me, shifting uncomfortably
Invisible Friend's LullabyWeird little girl, why do you cry?
Life is only your lullaby
Try and try and try you might
Sleep this once all through the night
Strange little girl why do you sigh?
All your loves have said goodbye
Apart from the group you make your home
Pretending you're happy on your own
Sad little girl, what do you see?
You take this life so seriously
Live for yourself, it is allowed
You're killing yourself to make us proud
Lost little girl, I'll make you mine
Safe in bed we'll pass the time
I'll curl up inside your head
And if They ask, we'll say we're dead
Type Two HypotheticalWhat if I'm not the hero?
Your faith, blinder than your love
Unquestioning as your loyalty
Refuses to waver
But don't you ever wonder?
Don't you doubt yourself
As I boil, burn and break
As I drag myself to the surface
Again and again, I resurface in your arms
Again and again, I pull you under
But don't you ever question?
So, so silently questioning
These motives of mine
If not yourself, would you doubt me?
Will you doubt me
Before, at last, we run out of time
I shroud myself in stolen certainty
What more could I be
Than this reflection?
Neither know, nor will we
Perhaps we will, so nightly
I pray you can see through me
Symmetry"I missed your drawings"
I frown, pausing in my work. There's a lot to have missed, so much that I couldn't share with her, but I've shown her everything I've drawn while she was gone. I never stopped drawing, I'm not sure that I could.
It dawns on me that maybe she means this specific act of drawing. Me, pencil and paper, curled up in my favorite chair rather than sitting in front of my laptop. If she does, I'm not sure what it is she could possibly prefer about it. I'm out of practice, my fingers are stiff and my work is sloppy.
She is shifting on her feet and biting her lip. Realizing that she is waiting for a response, I hold the paper at arm's length, giving it an exaggerated frown.
"Nah," there's so much wrong with it at this angle, so many little mistakes that I didn't see before. "It's a bit lopsided." The proportion is nonexistent and the shading is sloppy. Hours of work and all I have to show for it is this.
"It's a bit just right too." I look at her, hearing that tone that m
Mourn, all you Venuses and Cupids
My legs never looked like that
I tried too hard
Not hard enough
And my body
With curves too large
and yet so many too small
Is neither and nothing
I want nothing
but your love
The Girl in the PaintingJust as you enter
She looks up
Though she has been like that
Three hundred years or more
She is not mad
That you are tardy
Is hidden in that not-quite-smile
But she forgives you
The moment youre seen
The rustle of her dress on warm skin
The moment she sees you it begins
Thats when her smile
Becomes without compare
As you stop and stare
A stutter on your lips
If you can speak
If you dare
What can you say
Or do but stand there weak?
This is what you deserve
She tells you with her eyes
As she pulls you deeper still
Without a breath
But with your will
She has known you well all of her life
And waited for you every moment of your own
Delicate finders cease their work
And you move, so close, at last, to home
And then the oil and canvas
Drive you back to your place
Her body, breath, her face
Are trapped by time and space
Like the stays in her dress
And the cloth on her breast
The film closes between
The seer and the seen
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
My Love The ShipwreckMy love was a shipwreck deep under the sea,
a silent and watery prison for me.
With corners so silent and robes full of death,
and lips that could capture my every breath.
Fingers that groped quite like long strands of kelp,
dragging me down when I begged them for help.
A body as pale as a skeleton sunk,
wrapping me up in a tidewater trunk.
Dragging my tongue across decks made of night,
tangled in rigging that delayed my flight.
Dredging for anchors that didn't exist,
never quite knowing to cease and desist.
The crow's nest held views eternally blank.
Eyeglass-horizons so cloudy and dank.
Ghost-hunting sails without wind from afar,
with watery eyes staring up at the stars.
Drinking deep of a poison more potent than rum;
sobbing for gallows that just wouldn't come.
Walking on sandbars with no relative end,
fantastical promises just 'round the bend.
Screaming out into trenches as deep as the earth.
Discovering death when I wanted birth.
A face utterly haunting could drag me deep d
Let MeLet me touch your chest
To make sure your heart's beating.
Let me feel your breath
To make sure you're still breathing
Tell me how I look
To make sure you still see me.
Tell me sweet nothings
So I can think you still love me.
The Beating of a HeartThe beating of a heart,
Is more than just a sound,
It's the tune of a music hall,
Crowded all around.
The band takes its seats,
The conductor in his place,
A mysterious song,
Takes up a quickened pace.
Will this be in harmony?
Are we a strong duet?
Is this just a solo?
All I can do is fret.
The tempo of my heart,
Is beating out of time,
It's jumping from my soul,
And making my love rhyme.
Frustration surrounds me,
Staccato all around,
My heart's in double forte,
With each and every pound.
It turns into a waltz,
Then a jazzy tune,
This song is too confusing,
All I can do is swoon.
The song inside my heart,
A ballad of the best,
It's turning to allegro,
And running from my chest.
As the melody slows,
A fermata is all that stands,
The audience will pause,
Then join together all their hands.
Our tango was played well,
But I am at a loss,
What is this feeling?
My eyes feel quite cross.
The Only One LeftNobody wants you if you've beaten the block
But nobody wants the brand new
And you're constantly fighting the hands of the clock
Pretending you know what to do
And you're fooling yourself into feeling okay
And you smile every day when it hurts
Pretending the sunshine might clear up the rain
But the pretending rarely works
You can try to be brave and take on every leap
Hoping you might find the fall
But realising everyone is too far to reach
You still try but miss them all
Getting battered and bruised by the journey of love
Never finding the finished result
And just when you think that the world's had enough
It comes back with another assault
With the time passing by you're the only one left
And you're wishing for something to change
So you try with each heartbeat and every breath
But the sun still won't clear up the rain
Shadouge part 5Mierda…lo arruine todo parece que no tengo suerte pensaba mientras salía de la habitación
“Coronel Mark está bien como se siente quiere que lo ayude realmente lo siento no sé por qué shadow hizo eso ese tonto no se que le paso” dijo nerviosa rouge
“Jeje está bien hace mucho que no me golpean así, el tiene mucha fuerza, y si no te preocupes rouge yo estoy bien porque estoy acá contigo preciosa gracias por ayudarme jeje bueno mejor ya voy a ponerme algodón no quiero mancharme de sangre“dijo el coronel
“Está bien mark iré a buscar una enfermera, le avisare que lo revise y buscare a shadow hablare con el coronel adiós” dijo rouge con un tono triste
Adiós… mi sacerdotisa hermosa pensó mark
“Hola podrías ir a la habitación 115 a ver al coronel gracias enfermera“dijo rouge
Rouge empezó a caminar por todo el hospita
Shall I be a Shakespeare?Shall I be a Shakespeare
And compare you to a summers day?
Or be like any other poet
And draw comparisons between you and May?
I shall see you as the autumn months,
When leaves turn brown and fall.
The trees look much more beautiful
When clad in brazen pall.
Or perhaps you are the winter,
A snowflake that glitters with dawn.
Long nights of comfort before a fire.
A time to smile, instead of mourn.
They say these are both times of death,
Where no beauty can be found.
But beauty depends on where you look,
Even in steel-grey sky and iron-hard ground.
Though you hold not the fires of summer,
Nor the new life that's brought by spring,
The strength of winter and grace of autumn
Are greater, to me, than both those things.
You are a magnificent beauty
With a heart, supposedly, of gold.
But like the autumn, and the winter,
It's a shame you're just as cold.
Death and Wrath: The Twisted EmbraceDeath sat upon his chiselled throne
Wrath in hand
a prisoner, of chance
a lover, perhaps
Life seemed so senseless,
boring; not a struggle
temptation was easy; but yet, they always stay
so well behaved
upon a throne of lies
Death looked to her
Her eyes alive
she craved the blood
of a thousand men
But he loved
yet not another being
The blood came fast
She looked to him
his eyes, dead
he was human, but
She was not
she adored him so
but in pitiful grace
She held him close
and forever, remained
the blood, that ran
Down the lovers' arms
dried, it cracked
it never stayed
The lovers stayed enticed
in a twisted embrace
forever they would stay
in this hell-like trace...
Quando os níveos ferrões da noite intensa
Inoculam-me tóxica peçonha
Que leva-me à tristeza mais medonha
E causa-me ao espírito descrença;
Quando a palavra aos lábios meus é densa
E, congelado em sólida vergonha,
À noite, solitário, já não sonha
Este ser de esperança tão imensa;
Dentre as nuvens noturnas eis que surge
Aquela que nas tênebras se insurge
Contra as trevas em tétrico tropel:
Vem curar-me do amargo nevoeiro
Que me roubou da vista o Sol inteiro
A Lua, imperatriz do negro céu!
Advise for the Slightly DenseDo you see that bright blue eyed beauty back there?
With a brilliant smile that that tells you she cares?
She's strong and she's smart and you know that she knows
Now, it might surprise you (Oh, I know that it will)
That six months from now you'll run up a hill
With two glowing smiles you'll sit in her sun
While holding her hand and swear she's the one
No, you don't deserve it, you've been through enough
To know that when there is wanting, the going gets tough
But gather your doubts and just let them go
Because her laugh is a balm for the wounds in your chest
Her sweet voice will promise it is you she loves best
So showered with roses where you were unclean
You'll have to find comfort in having love seen
You know they betrayed you and left you alone
And still you insist that it's you who atone
And never again let your caring side show
Well, all that will change when you here her soft plea
"I must have misheard, but, do you love me?"
Oh mysterious beauty in her shower of curls
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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