will anyone wish to share my heart
before the icy death of winter?
it is already late to wonder
it is autumn
and have i just felt
the first snowflakes
fall upon my brow?
The CityThe City
Elektra and time-twister, hear my distant cry
out of past beneath Apocalypse waste sand of a land which almost died
of spirit-traps and ancient vampires
transmogrifying life to bitterness.
Of a world where precious love
is sold for plastic and piss.
The streets flow with human flesh, churning in black ichor oil
drowning in sludge, choking on burning rags
Some of our brightest work in the streets
- paladins covered in filth, sifting through garbage
for lost love lights
- healers and caretakers of refugees cast as defects from
towering factory mechanical spires
The City burns a crown of a billion lights, each a brilliant star
of artificial bright
All we have here is this little lamp --
its cold outside beyond its pale glow
The City has heat without seeming end, boiling energy from the meat that
Thousands die in the City every night
- hearts gorged on young blood, spirits burnt with Hellfire,
drunk with the glory of impossible suicide
In vain they offer themselves a
untitled :-faith and love?-:searching is pointless
fate shall bequeth you true love
just open your eyes
cycleFox eyes shine
A glimpse into the dark
Pools reflect sparks unseen
of closeness and melding
Through the veil of time
Are you calling for me?
Wind rattles the leaves,
Pulls the dark cloak about the sky,
Stars and moon dissolve into black velvet.
Wet dew blankets the forest,
joining life with mist's night chill.
Lightning cracks the atmosphere
Awoken drenched in icy sweat
and saguine warmth.
A mirror shines amidst nothingness --
a window to the world outside,
or self-reflecting infinite oblivion?
Ensconced in darkness,
a pale flame smeared with ink.
Glass shattering on the floor,
falling deep in water,
in harsh white light.
Blazing corona burning high
cleansing all in fire.
Sparks escape into vacuum,
damping to ash as they're blown,
carried from the tempest
on currents like cold metal.
Floating in auroral ether
amongst prismatic thought
painted with brushes
immersed in every perfect moment.
half remembered...only nostalgi
House Vey~House Vey~
I was working as a tax agent for the British government in the Year of
Our Lord 1999. It was then that my supervisor approached
me regarding the matter of House Vey.
``It has come to my attention,'' he said, ``that there is a real estate that
has been evading tax law for centuries. It isn't on land-survey maps and
has only come to my attention due to its recent acquisition of
materials from certain sources.''
He handed me a file that described several transactions in metals
and rare minerals by a House of Vey, location given.
``I want you to go down there,'' he continued, ``And make the books
So I did what he told me. Not that it was easy. There was no road that
led to the House of Vey (a house left off of the British Royals' list).
Instead, I took my auto as far as dirt roads allowed. Then, equipped
with a hand-written map superimposed on the GPS grid, I wandered
through the British countryside in search of t
Dear HeartbrokenDear Heartbroken,
Sometimes I wonder, if you still spend late nights
Staying up thinking of me, making up rhymes
Or other pathetic things to help pass the time
I wonder if you still think we weren't meant to part
Telling anyone you meet how I broke your heart
When you were nothing but deluded from the start
Sometimes I wonder, if you still play the victim
Connecting to sad songs, cursing my existence
Thinking love could be won through constant insistence
But maybe I just wonder, why this point of view
Is never given the credit it's due
When so many people suffer to get through
But forgive me for whining, you do more than enough
I'm just writing to say, that sometimes it's rough
To be honest, blunt, and have to get tough
I'm sure that you wonder, why I was always so tense
But being around you was all a fake pretense
And you're just not for me, i
How to heal a broken heart.How to heal a broken heart:
Do not write love poems.
Forgive yourself for the one morning you didn't kiss him awake while the alarm clock rang.
Let yourself cry when you realise you don't remember the last time he said "I love you".
And again, when you know exactly when you said "I love you" last, and it didn't matter to him anymore.
Do not count days between the last time he saw you naked and the night he told you he hadn't been happy for months.
And don't ask yourself what that last time meant to him.
Delete the songs you know you'll never be able to listen to again.
And his number from your phone.
And the text in which he calls you sweetie, and asks when you'll be home.
Save the emails in which he tells you that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, but promise yourself not to read them for at least ten years. It will still hurt then, but it will hurt less.
Avoid the bus that you took to get to him.
Call your best friend at 3 am just to hear her voice.
Believing In Soulmates
Believing In Soulmates
You are not an illusion
Nor are you a mere reflection
Though I can't explain what I'm feeling
I just know that you make me want to start believing
Dreaming inside of a fairytale
The reason to smile
Fantasizing within a dream
The reason to believe
Maybe those so-called miracles are truly real
And maybe love stories really have their sequels
Though it's near impossible to try and get rid of this doubt
But I know that I will eventually succeed, because you're here now
Just when I thought I was lost, you came around, then I realized I was found
You have to be the other side
The missing piece that fits just right
So let this love intertwine, as our eyes unite
Because our hearts have been in halves through out our lives
The calm after a loud silence
A long awaited balance
The lone star that glows in the darkness
A bright light to shine for the ages
The one and only warm fire on a world of ice
A longing peaceful paradise
I want you to know that
I can already see,
See the disgust in your eyes.
I can it see it doesnt matter,
Youre always telling me
How much you love me,
That your love for me
One phrase I can say
Will truly put
Your love to the test
I like girls
Look at your eyes fall,
Can you look me in the eye?
Youre crying now,
Please, please stop.
Dont, no dont, walk away
I like girls,
But Im not gay
I like boys,
But Im not straight
I never meant to hurt you
But I am who I am,
I never meant to disappoint you
But I love whom I love.
And I am Bisexual.
Hetalia Journal memeLetter Format
Dear -last person to speak to you- ,
This is sort of difficult for me to explain but 1________ 2______. I realized this when you were 3__________ with 4_________. I'm sure you're 5__________ enough to understand that 6_______ 7___________
Your name here
P.S. - 9_________ 10_____________, just thought you should know.
Ok, now that you've looked over the base of the letter, answer these questions and put the answers in the blanks with the corresponding numbers in the letter base.
Post what your letter looks like and let the crack begin!!
1) What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - America
Red - England
White - China
Black - Lithuania
Grey - Greece
Yellow - Turkey
Pink - Sweden
Brown - Poland
Purple - Iceland
No shirt - France
Other - Russia
2) Which is your birth month?
January - and you are getting married
February - fell into a ditch
March - is in love with you
April - is out to get you
May - likes your mom
June - and you are
Cheesy little love poem
Love is not diamonds
Love is letting her chase you around with a camera,
your mind telling you how much you despise being photographed
and still managing a smile
because she asked you to.
It is letting his hands rest against your stomach
that you desperately wish to hide. Knowing
how much he thinks you're beautiful
despite your many flaws.
Or perhaps it is when you sit up talking for 782 minutes
whispering secrets to each other
even though you both hate the phone.
Love is not getting tongue tied every time you see them,
holding their hand in public
nor dancing under moon lit skies.
Of course not.
It is feeling as though, no matter how stupid,
you can say whatever you think up
and he will never think less of you for it.
It is wa
Hello, Alice girlHello Alice girl, won't you take a seat?
Won't you sit?
Won't you rest?
Won't you talk a while with me?
Hello, Alice girl, won't you have some tea?
Of course I am,
I can hardly help it, you see,
I am Mad and I am a Hatter,
And that's the long and short of me.
Hello, Alice girl,
sit a little closer,
if you will.
We shall talk,
and drink our tea,
and soon enough you shall see,
that you have little to fear from a Hatter,
even one as mad as me.
Hello, Alice girl,
what is it you said to me?
that is my hand,
resting upon your knee.
I can't imagine how it got there,
it wasn't from any choice by me.
But it isn't it rather nice there?
It would seem awfully sweet to me,
if perhaps you took my hand,
and we held them together,
while we drink our tea.
Hello, Alice girl, what would you say to a little kiss?
Just a peck,
just a touch,
just a brush upon your cheek
Oh clumsy, clumsy me!
It seems I missed your cheek completely,
and kissed your lips,
ConfessionLips met in clumsy haiku,
against each other, pressed,
the way the earth touches the sky,
soft and whimsy as the dusk.
Tongues painted passion-
halcyon atmosphere, infused,
-upon every awaiting space offered.
Metaphors dotted the hallows of limbs and tasted like the seasons-
a bursting and vibrant spring,
a hot and passionate summer,
an adventurous and teasing autumn,
a cozy and comfortable winter,
-all at once.
Skin smelled like Frangipani, an offering-
blossoming with intensity as the sun draped itself in twilight's shawl,
-and felt like a brick wall crumbl