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Wolfish FateWolfish Fate:
In the jaws of fate
Plotting for attention,
So grizzly of lies
He falls and becomes the victim.
From far off
In the distance.
And strays from the truth.
Who would believe the boy now
When he screams bloody murder?
She Stayed Dead: Glass coffiShe Stayed Dead:
Girl stuffed in.
Seven smaller men
Still the apple
In hand clutched
With a vice grip…
Through its poison
The youth had died.
Now mourning the loss
Of Slippers and MidnightOf Slippers and Midnight:
Cinderella, my child,
The walls are not a toy!
This nonsense of pumpkins and mice
Transforming into treasures
Is clearly the illusions
Of a sick mind.
I concur with the previous assessments.
Take your medication,
Be good and listen,
Perhaps you’ll leave by the end
Of the year.
How Tender:How Tender:
Finger tips dance
Oh so gently
And lust’s actions
A lover’s plea of words:
The sweet nothings you
Whisper into my
Love lost soul.
Are you really there?
By my side
On my ear?
Is that you
Who just whispered
That one lovely sentence
“I love you?”
Sympathy for a Witch: HouselesSympathy for a Witch: Houseless:
Ate her out
Of house and home.
Ate their fill.
Old woman cried
Her fair share of tears
Through the years
On house after house,
Child after child.
Each taking a piece
Of her heart
Into their youthful
Hansel and Gretel.
Maybe... Perhaps...Maybe ... because our encounters are given as numbered...
Perhaps ... there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...
Maybe... I want to eat you and fill me of you because I don’t know when I will have you again…
Perhaps... where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
Maybe... because there is no map to the place where we go...
Perhaps... because all of your kisses are stolen…
Maybe... Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
Perhaps... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
Maybe ... because you decided to not stay with me...
Perhaps ... I have to resign myself to run away with you...
Maybe... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
Perhaps... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
Maybe ... Suddenly I found
love poem for a pianistyou make me think about
how heavy negative space can be.
the space between your fingers,
the space between notes,
the space between us
in this small, soundproof room;
every empty millimetre
in my chest
She + She"I like how our feminine gazes cross, from dawn till twilight
This honeyed voice of her, every time
She says she's deeply fond of me. Mellifluous sounds.
The way we roll up in the green watered grass, innocently
Our burning hands melt under our youth's sun beams.
After years of wandering, I'm conviced
I finally found how I should live.
Her arm around my pleased waist."
said Laura, with an indelible grin on her chubby face.
"I especially liked our fortunate meeting
I remember everything, every purple clouds among morning mist
Sprites sowed seeds of love on my path.
When I saw her, one word bolted in my stunned mind,
This stunning aura of her, just left me speechless
Spring butterflies in my stomach,
Each new sapphire moon with this girl is a gift."
said Charlotte, tightly holding her darling's hand.
"A dyke? Meeeh it shouldn't exist, th
RosesRoses are read and violets are blue
I gave my entire heart over to you
You took it from me and dumped it in the trash
I should've known; beauty never lasts
Roses are brittle and violets will wilt
All I did was try and ask you for help
You took me under your wing and crept into my heart
Then you made sure to take your time in ripping me apart
Roses are dead, the violets are too
How did I ever convince myself to trust you
Still, it was nice to think I had a friend
To bad I was just a toy to you in the end
FIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTASFIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTAS
¡Ahora lo que casi nadie espera que sucederá!
Una lagrima broto de sus ojos, trato de detener con persistencia las que le seguían…-no…¡Esto no ha acabado!-
Entre de nuevo en la casa del árbol, definitivamente esa tal Fionna me esta haciendo enfadar de nuevo, no entiendo como es que hace para que esa mirada y esa voz llena de compasión puedan penetrar en lo profundo de mi ser, me hace sentir extraño es como si quisiera estar a su lado y protegerla, ¿pero porque la protegería?, tiene una fuerza bruta inmensamente mortal, claro que eso no lo admitiré nunca por supuesto, pero cuando lucho sola contra mi y me venció baje de las nubes, nunca pensé que un humano pudiese vencerme, ella lo hizo posible.
No se que es lo que le ve al dulce chicle afeminado, digo, por favor, el no puede defenderse por si solo, además de que es un completo cobarde, ¿como i
GoodbyeRight now I don't want to remember,
And I hope I won't regret this,
But I know I won't want to forget this
Those final hours, and that lingering last kiss
Was the type of moment dreams dwell on,
No I won't forget this:
If that was the last time I held you,
And thought we'd have time,
The last time I tasted you,
And felt your skin slip against mine,
It's the type of goodbye
Writers write about,
Singers sing about,
And dreamers dream about.
Well, I'll scribble about missing you,
And about wilting flowers;
I’m always looking for a story, darling,
And 'goodbye' may be the best of ours.
Loud SilenceMy tongue cannot convey as much emotion as my hands can.
My hands can dance a dance of love & ecstasy, as I caress your beautiful skin.
My hands, they can express how much you mean to me with a gentle stroke of my thumb over your knuckle.
They can scream in anguish and displeasure as I pull my hand from yours, my futile attempt to
shield our awkward affection for one another from your eccentric, pushy family.
They can experience a euphoric sensation as they, ever so slowly, part your silky hair, silent pleasure emanating from my fingertips.
And they can aid in my eternal struggle, -to express my love for you and all you stand for, with a simple squeeze of your smaller hand.
What is love really?What is love really?
I see love as...
Being warm and comforting.
Playing a game of 'Where's Waldo?'.
Being as wells as coming in different shapes,
and sizes never disappointing either.
Being able to look inside of someone,
rather than just the outside.
Being here to make you feel good,
as well as always being there when its needed.
Being something that is irreplaceable,
and not something that can be bought.
Being yourself and not changing,
that for some love.
Being something that is obvious to see,
and what others envy the most.
Being more expensive than anything,
in the whole world.
Being able to tell when someone loves you.
Being able to cry,
and show your sensitive side.
Ignoring your lover's flaws,
and undesirable traits.
Not being destroyed and broken,
no matter what happens.
Smiling at the little things they do.
Putting your differences aside.
Growing weak at the knees.
Not committing a selfish act,
Tears of GlassI wish I had someone to comfort now
like the girl staring back from the mirror-
I would whisper my love and hold her hand-
I would soak up her tears and find her smile.
But I can’t dry tears that are made of glass-
I can’t hear lovers’ words that are my own.
There is no one here who will hold me close,
and no companion I can charm to smile.
The only girl with whom I share sorrow
stares back from the mirror with tears of glass.
Blood LoversBlood Lovers
Cannot be resisted,
Shall be tasted:
I dart out my tongue.
Sweet, like honey
Bitter, like fresh ground coffee: I taste chocolate.
You're soft to the touch
With harsh forests of
Unshaven hairs planted along your chin and cheeks.
My hand some-how finds its way to your face
And tenderly strokes it,
Eliciting a feral growl deep in your throat.
With my body held against yours,
Just like this,
Our two hearts beat side-by-side,
They beat as one: nothing else matters.
Nothing but our shared heart.
I gave you my being,
And you gave me a ring.
My gift was better,
But who'll know?
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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