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Poison In My Veins "You belong to me, my snow white queen." Sebastian smirks dryly.Poison In My Veins by imaginaryphoenix
"I will never follow someone as despicable as you." I hiss through my teeth.
His hand slapped across my cheek so hard it knocked me onto the ground. I cry out in pain as my head slams against the wet concrete. my vision blurs but not before I can make out his feet coming towards me. Step after frightening step until my nose was at the tip of the sole.
"You have a dark heart within you. Soon I know you'll see, you're just, like, me." Sebastian said, pulling me off the ground.
"you don't know me, now or ever." I spat, walking away from him as I flattened against the wall. His eyes glistened like obsidian as he walked closer to me until our faces where only inches apart. his hands out, touching the wall on both sides of me, arms outstretched. I was trapped in his cage.
Plastered SmilesStanding alone,Plastered Smiles by GurRaeye
You never ever,
Could have known.
That those smiles,
Could have hidden,
Such a dark force,
Amongst these crowds,
Could you have just seen,
Through those eyes.
You would have,
You would have known,
You would have seen,
You would have felt.
Or would you have ignored,
Would you have helped,
If you had seen,
Just seen through those eyes?
Will you possibly,
Just take a moment,
If those smiles,
Through and through,
You never could have known,
Even if you wanted,
You would have never known,
Until you just asked,
What was wrong.
They were never truly there,
Are you alright?
Will you accept my help,
If you desire it?
Will you leave me be,
If you help me,
then just abandon me?
Will you help me?
Will you get me up,
So I can dust myself off?
Will you help those pour souls,
Will you even look through,
And see the pain,
. Purest Jewel .A passion flowing strong,. Purest Jewel . by MsterDeth
Igniting a fire in my heart.
Keeping me warm in the cold,
On those dark and stormy nights.
She’s always been there,
In the beginning and till the end.
Even when, we lost our way,
We found ourselves, close again.
Through pain and hell, I’ve been,
Every time, she held my hand.
She’s the support i’ve needed,
What’s been keeping me in one piece.
Although my heart has crossed,
Over into you’re hand.
Where it’s been free for you,
To do as you pleased,
We stayed as friends.
Close i’ve stayed,
To that loving smile.
Close I’ve stayed,
As a lost and lonely child.
Always there to fight,
Always there to listen,
Always there to comfort,
Always there to be my shining light.
Someone who I can trust,
Someone who tries,
Someone that’s there,
That’s Mezzy, a Jewel so pure.
Woe is MeCountless drawn out rides being run over by an automobile.Woe is Me by BackShelfSouvenir
Swerving, leaking gasoline, tossing a match out of the pneumonia hole.
Came upon a cliff, put the transmission in neutral and watched as the tires roll.
Just want to sink into the deepest part of the sea before you can say “woe is me.”
Understanding As I try and sleep tonight, two things come into my mind. One is my economics test tomorrow, and the other is about my writing.Understanding by infinitywarriorinc
All I did, had done and will do, revolved around some sort of romantic setting, usually with two different species involved. I knew not why, and for the longest of times, I didn't question it.
So, after a year of animes and mangas, I still find myself preferring romantic settings with different species involved (often nekos, or otherwise.) I asked myself, about two weeks ago, "Why do I enjoy this?"
The questions sprang about in my head: "Is it because I cannot understand what 'love' means?"; "Is it because of my fascination with the possibility of other sentient species?"; "Or perhaps, it just differs from the norm, and it intrigues me more and more?"
Then, I hadn't an idea of what it meant or what it was. But tonight, I think I finally understand. The romance, the Romeo & Juliet, the youkai and the h
1984 Through Music 1984 Through Music1984 Through Music by GoodTiming
Music has the ability to either reflect or inspire with just a simple tune or complicated melody. Whether it comes from an mp3 player, phonograph, or a live band, people constantly turn to music to release the day's stresses and inspire themselves with new ideas. A song has a power that allows anyone to interpret their own meaning and apply it to daily life. For Winston Smith, a Party member in George Orwell's 1984, music allows him to see simplicity and beautiful in a frightening, ugly, and utterly hopeless world. Through songs in the novel, Winston is able to hope for a brighter tomorrow, see respect for the true past, and highlight stronger negative emotions.
Sometimes, music can be used to convey a sense of tragedy or negative emotion. It can reflect a broken spirit through a haunting melody or meaningful lyrics. Orwell plays on this in a scene where Winston sits in the Chestnut Tree Café. He observes three men, J
The Goddess's Forsaken Island - First ContactThe Goddess's Forsaken Island - First Contact by pwassonne
That's it. It should be over there.
Except it isn't.
Actually, wasn't there originally more than one? Like, three of them?
The elevator will be broken, of course.
I haven't been on the island many times, but I remember it quite well, from seeing it through my Goddess's eyes. This time, it will be the other way round. I was repairing my little house, just a normal house, and then I remembered the island. A long time ago, the Goddess left this world. It seems like the island has been deserted ever since.
(And then my Goddess says, I wonder if people settled on it.
That would be fun.
But I'm skeptical.)
The elevator is indeed broken. About half the wooden platform is gone, and there's water everywhere, flowing, I forgot to bring a bucket, there's no way I can get to the basement, never mind, it could be worse. At least there isn't any lava.
I swim away.
The waterfall is right there, and I'm not sure if that's where it's supposed to be. Never mind. It's a long way
Forbidden Fruit"What are you doing?"Forbidden Fruit by mirz-alt
He was standing behind her and she could hear gentle movements, like shifting of cloth. Suddenly soft fabric fell across her eyes. She could feel it tighten around her head as he pulled and knotted it behind her.
"I don't understand?" she asked. She wasn't scared, but a bit of apprehension was creeping into her bones.
She could feel him move in front of her. He was standing close and his hand brushed her cheek. "I want to kiss you," he admitted, his voice both nervous and self-assured.
"But..." she argued, not sure what to say beyond that sole word. She knew she couldn't. She knew she shouldn't.
"See no evil," he murmured.
She didn't understand, but she trembled as he moved towards her.
"It's not a sin if you don't know who's kissing you," he whispered.
As his lips met hers, her heart raced, her arms pulling him close.
"The sin is not in the kissing, " she countered softly, as he pulled away. "The sin is in the wanting it."