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Do You Remember?
The smile on your face when I held you
the sparkle in your eye
the care free world we would visit
every time we kissed
just for that moment
it didn't matter
whatever it was
but do you?
1, 2, 3Gimme just three words
those three words
let me hear them
while in your arms
when I'm at my weakest
in that moment I'll find
more than I've ever dreamed
more than I ever could have imagined
three words I ask
1, 2, 3
Give me a chance, Just one chance
To show you what it means to love
Let me in to the beautiful eyes
Pull your heart close
To see you smile is all I want, all I need
From this life and next
With my eyes shut all I see
a warm home
with a loving family inside
This family, so loving, so bold
nothing can stop them,
take their love, make them cold
With a smile on the fathers face
and a kiss "Good Night"
one girl, one boy
he lays in bed waiting
the room dim and the wife near
they kiss and come close
giving a each a gift so rare
For this family is me
for it is the future I see
but one thing is missing
one more thing in this life
the final piece
to this puzzle deep in my chest
This last piece is the hardest to reach
for even money could not buy this
this piece is so warm and so beautiful
so loving, so trusting
Worth all I have to give and more...
This piece is...
Not Lost, But Still SearchingWhat happened to my girl?
What happened to my love?
Such a sweet loving girl
So lost in the game
The more I try
the worse it gets
To keep her head up high
And her happiness in check
All I want is to see my girl again
To see that light once more
I know it's there
I know it's bright
I wish she'd believe me
Just one of these nights
She'd see her light again
The one hidden behind the fears
My life is very slowly moving forward
And no matter what people say
I won't leave my Hobbes behind
Her heart is just stuck in a crooked gear
Just needs some oil to make her see clear
I'm sure she sits tonight
Curled up with fright
Wishing she had someone
Just one person to hold her tight
Each time we fight
It hurts like hell
But I know it's required
To see her well
My Hobbes is there
I know she is
I just want to get her
Back in gear
A Shattered Catch"Here Catch!" I call out with a bright smile, but they turn away.
I stand and watch as it falls to the ground and shatters in a billion little pieces.
I take a deep breath and pull myself together.
After picking up the pieces and piecing them together I call out again. This time with one eyebrow raised as I wonder if they will listen.
"Here catch!" I call out trying to sound just a joyous as before, but alas the sound of shaterring pieces can be heard almost echoing as the world seems vast and empty.
Once again I pick up the pieces and fix it.
I swallow hard and toss it once more. This time my voice full or worry and doubt.
I stare at the pieces. Each one barely thumping now.
Slowly each piece stops, I kneel down and once again pick up the shattered remains of my heart.
The Roller Coaster
My stomach floats up to my throat
My body seems weightless
I feel my hair and clothes lift away from my body as if filled with helium
I watch as we head straight for the ground
Nothing but my back pressed against the seat
I see the rest of the track rushing passed and seem to be rising up
I take hold of her hand
I hold it tightly
She looks to me with a panicked depressed look
I whisper, "I Love You"
and tell her she is safe
The wind rushing past our faces as we barrel down the seemingly endless drop
Pillars and signs whiz past almost attacking
"When will we make the bend back to the top?" She asks
I look to her and smile
"I don't know, but I'll be right here beside you no matter how long it takes"
The Urge To ProtectI look back
I turn back to my show
I repeat this for over and hour
Each time wishing, wanting something
Something I can't have
Something that makes me selfish
I want someone all to myself
To hold, to love, to...
I'm a horrible person...Is it wrong
to want so little
To want their life
to be put on pause
Just for you?
How do you say...Have you ever sat and stared
at all the letters in front of you
wanting, needing to use them
You have him/her in mind
and have so much to say
but there doesn't seem to be any words
that can portray the way you feel
You want to thank them
for all that they've done
for without them you wouldn't be
where, and who, you are now
::HSV:: PoisonThat momentary sense of worry and fear
Be caught in the headlights just like a deer
Run, run as fast as you can
Through the through the trees away from the man
Wide eyes dart around
Wanting to hide but there is no crowd
A crinkle in the leaves and a prink of pain
Say no more as the liquid enters the vein.
Flash of red as control is lost
A smirk was given, a life the cost
We are all mad Herewhat if the sky was the ground
the ground the sky
just an underground city filled
with artificial light?
nothing is ours,
just leftovers from a post-
forgotten by all.
bide our time
until it dissipates
what if we are the forgotten children
left like discarded toys of a child
are we fact,
or are we fiction?
are you fact and i
just the mad ramblings of a writers quill
Humid SilenceThe popcorn white ceiling stared down at her,
It’s gaze heavier than the sheets that cloaked her body in the humid night.
She heard the silence tremble,
As she broke the stillness of dark with a shaky breath.
Her throat, though still tight with emotion,
Loosened ever so slowly into an acceptance,
Acceptance of her place and her title.
She sensed her mind clearing of clutter,
And in that moment,
She felt herself let you go.
Fallout 2 introWar. War never changes.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.
The earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.
A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years. Few survived the devastation. Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in great underground vaults. When the great darkness passed, these vaults opened, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.
One of the northern tribes claims they are descended from one such Vault. They hold that their founder and ance
Night Demons (nightmare demons)Vicious Creatures of the night
they kill everything within a blink of an eye
with no trace of blood and no dead body
they are a nightmare
be careful on the night
you just might be
Shrunk at home (Vore RP)You wake to see your giant carpet. A) Your dad finds you B)Your mom finds you C)Other
Midnight StrollSome people aspire to be
Bankers, dancers, home wreckers,
I am Albert Camus-in-training.
Pinched cigarette butt
Between my grimy, bloody fingernails.
I wiggled my septum in the dark.
Nobody would notice.
There is a name for people
That go out of their way to think
Existentially and philosophically
About why things are
Regarding all of those things,
I knew that there would be a pitfall somewhere.
Where I will go,
Down, down, down…
An Unfriendly ReminderThe worst part about having high-functioning Autism is that people forget, and then when you slip up, the misunderstandings hurt all the more.
Sometimes the passage between your brain and your mouth makes the words get lost, and they arrive in the wrong order, or forget their task, and hit to hard in the exhaustion of their long journey.
You then have to scramble to back those words up; to try and correct the issue, but the new words forming are panicking under the pressure, and tripping over one another, and traffic-jamming on your tongue so that they can't escape.
At this point it's too late, and the damage is done, your conversation partner sporting dents from the projectile accidents sprung from careless lips.
And you can't apologize.
Because the inflicted party is a little stunned ad not sure how to respond.
So life moves on like nothing happened, but the dents, the imperfections in your relationship remain, because they don't forget your harshness, as incidental as they
O lar do literato Um dia como outro qualquer, chuva sem sentido, muito trabalho e pouco tempo para se alimentar, eis o dia mais infeliz de uma funcionário que cuidava da santa burocracia dos imóveis do Rio de janeiro, Anénchka. Tem sido uma época muito agitada por tantas burocracias que no pobre país, Seus governantes estavam implantando. Ah, coitadinha de Anénchka, só com a parte dos imóveis de certo sofreria ainda muito durante essa drástica reforma. É certo que ela adoraria ar fresco do que papéis e ainda mais, ela nascera para a arte, mas com a arte quem é que se importa não é mesmo?!
Por volta das 3 da tarde, a chuva ainda muito chateada, Anénchka fora visitada em sua repartição por um ativista da arte tão preciosa e inválida. A visita era sem dúvidas muito inesperada. Era apenas um minuto livre, o
Though I Never KnewThough I never knew
The wonders that you hold
Getting to meet
The lady responsible for it all
That changed my life
There's so much
I would love to tell you
You'd love to hear
But rest assured
No matter where you are
Up there, looking down
Or among us
Side by side
Pride and joys
You are missed
By more then you knew
And are loved
far and near
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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