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In August Dust: Prologue As I sit and begin to write my story, I realize the importance of what I am doing. It's making me wary…literally, and unfortunately, I'm not sure I'm really ready to tell. I have to listen to myself. I have to remember, and try and convince you for your own good. I have to think about every word and the importance of what it means to me and every person in this world who is deceived by the fake perceptions of what is reality and what is a dream.In August Dust: Prologue by ~InAugustDust
Yes, it's that bad and may give you the same "nightmares" that I have so often. But you have to know, and if I wasn't used to the idea, the truth, and I hadn't had so much time to b
-Truly-Shadows collected beneath the golden sparks-Truly- by *PsychoNeko08
The city was born from light
Without warmth I reached out
A whisper of snow
Suspended on the wind
A wish had been fulfilled
Rocking, swaying, naked and vulnerable
The tree and I scratch at the horizon
From a distance, waiting serenely in the darkening shadows
Waiting for the December air to be still in the night
So that our bodies won't tremble like this
My hand branched out into a silhouette reaching out for that radiance
Truly, the city lights look like fallen stars to me
Drifting through time, this whirlpool of color
Tuneless melodies come to life, lingering and white
A thousand w
** by *L0NE-W0lf
I unbutton you, kiss by kiss.
I untie you, touch by touch.
I unzip you, rib by rib.
I unfasten you, moment by moment.
Pain.It's at times like these, when I'm surrounded by violence and conflict, that I wish everything we feel could be translated to mere physical pain. I wish that ache and sting and throb doesn't come from fickle emotions and betrayed relationships. Oh, that the weapons were mere swords or bullets, sheer force of will and strength of arm! But no. Instead, they are words, thoughts, feelings – things that tear and shred, wounding deeper than you can imagine, deeper still than anything made of substance…Pain. by *MistressofQuills
No. Those wounds injure things not so easily mended…
Before they happen, when you are still naïve, they seem like slight trifles, insignifica
Poker FaceI can't help to thinkPoker Face by ~LukaMeguirine
About your favorite deck of cards
And how when he slammed them on the table
You fell oh so hard
I can't help but think
That as you gamble me away
That the rain will all return
And wash out your parade
I can't help but wonder
Was there ever any feeling
Behind the stale kisses and lonely looks
Why did love suddenly drop meaning
I can't help but wonder
If your pawn turned to a queen
Would you open up your eyes
And see what it all means
I can't help but wish
That if you weren't so slow
You'd finally see me standing here alone
And I'd finally hold you close
I can't help but wish
To see love in your poker face
But the emotions have gone
Disappeared without a trace...
Sta.sh
