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Devil's Pawn, Ch 1Devil's Pawn
"I wonder what it feels like to be dead," Karen looked up from her book.
"Why do you ask?" Jon asked with a small grin, laying his own novel aside.
"Well, no one knows. No one can know. Wouldn't it be nice to know what's gonna happen when you do die?"
Jon looked thoughtful for a moment. "Huh. Interesting, very interesting," he adopted a sort of pseudo-Transylvanian accent, tenting his long, dark fingers and raising an eyebrow at us. "To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!"
"Yes, thank you Dracula," Karen's eyes turned heavenward.
Jon shrugged. "It's a damn good movie for all the bats are on strings. How 'bout you, Jim? Any burning desire to delve into the great beyond?"
I paused, unsure of how to express myself to the atheist extraordinaire across from me. "I suppose it would be nice to know," I said slowly. "But then, it's a bit, well, blasphemous, isn't it?"
Karen laughed, nipping Jon's biting, anti-religious retort in the bud. "Jim, you take everything too se
Catching FliesCatching Flies
silly little people,
in their silly little places,
with their silly little gestures,
and their silly little cares.
leaving petty comments,
making judgements with no reason,
and they just don't care!
silly little issues
raised by silly, silly people
who can't see more flies are caught
by being kind than being cruel
who are they to judge,
who am i,
who are you,
who are we to say we're better
than the other oh-so-very
silly, silly, little men?
Treat me Right
From every ill must come a gladness,
Joy upraised where sin must fall.
For all that´s lost there is a finder,
Shepherd hast´ning to the call
Of sheep once sorr´wing and forsaken,
Once blinded, lame,
Now standing tall.
And though you loved me only briefly,
passed on the other side the road,
Each Pharisee has still a stranger,
Who will stop,
Help bear the load.
Thou slime of Satan-spawn,
Thou friend, thou confidante,
Abominations thou hast acted,
No ablutions now could cure.
And damnéd souls which dog thy footsteps.
Guide thine actions Hades-bent-
These thou hast called up upon you,
Wretched creatures devil-sent.
The light of Lordly love, God´s favor,
has forever quit thine eyes,
Yet still I feel thou must be thankéd,
for making me so worldly-wise.
All these voices -
Flying through my head.
Some kind of happy,
Some say "wish I was dead."
It isn't fair, it isn't right,
Some people feel all right and others
Cry every night.
I don't care for influence,
Position or power,
But things that you don't think about
Up in your ivory tower.
My life may seem wonderful,
When compared to yours,
But that won't keep my head from
Fighting these little wars.
I don't think I'm ungrateful,
I don't think that I'm spoiled,
But sometimes I feel buried under
Life's little toils.
If guilty makes it better
Then maybe I'm just wrong,
Since I don't think that feeling worse will help
Me get along.
I have sat in this place and waited I know not how long. I have striven to remember the life I
once knew, but it slips away as inexorably as the water slips over the stones in the stream at
home. Home. I must hold on to this thought, lest I find myself not knowing of water, or life outside of this wretched path.
Yet this thing I call wretched is not. It is beautiful, so lovely, in fact, as to be almost painful. Far better to be imprisoned somewhere I can hate with ease. To both love and loathe is truly a terrible fate. Someone comes; I hear footsteps not far along the path, and, foolish though it seems, I hope. I fear this stranger will not stop, will not even see me, for very few do. And those who take note seem to see also that I am being punished, and are frightened, as I was so very long ago. I, however, did stop. I took pity, and that has been my undoing.
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
12.5%see to it that i drink
away this mad, hopeful
all these ghosts
are quiet now; clouds
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
TnM-Vampiros VS Lobos Cap.4Cap.4 Amigos?
En el parque
Cuando llegaron Xadezz y Frejazz se miraron y se enamoraron
Thomas: hola Marie
Marie: hola Tommy son ellos tus amigos
Thomas: si ellos son Dezz *saluda con la mano* y Fred *saluda con la mano*
Marie: hola es un gusto conocelos ellos son Jazz *saluda con la mano* y Xavier *saluda con la mano*
Xavier: es un gusto conocerlos yo soy Xavier Flynn y mi amiga Jasmine Raí pero le gusta que la llame Jazz
Jazz: un gusto y lo sentimos por lo modales es por genes vampiros
Dezz: no se preocupe mi nombre es Dezz y mi amigo Fred es un gusto conocerlos
Thomas: bueno como ya no conocemos quiere jugar a verdad o reto
Todos (menos Thomas) : esta bien!!!
Después de horas de juega verdad o reto
Thomas: emm Fred verdad o reto
Thomas: es verdad que duerme con tu pijama de peluches
Fred: si ¬¬
Todos (excepto Fred): jajajaja
Xavier recibió un mensaje
Marie: tu mamá
Jazz: y que pasa
Xavier dice que esta organizado su boda
you burn like cheap whiskeyand to me
you are like
an alcoholic's liver cancer
slowly killing me
In Your Very Presence Alone...Author's Note: Please don't be deterred by the stereotypical opening lines. I know there are a million poems out there that start off by comparing a girl to a flower, but mine goes so SO much deeper than that. Please give me a chance?
You're like a flower, Delicate and bright
Your fragrance is so sweet and graceful,
As are the gentle contours of your soft face,
And your lips, and your eyes, filled with such color and life
To rival every bloom which came before you.
You are innocent, untouched and untainted by the faults of human kind,
And though so fragile, here you stand against the wind, the sun, and the frost
And your unwavering spirit is ever stronger.
You are pure and a dreamer.
The blissful escape to imagination and the impossible
Are all made possible by your very presence alone.
And they are confirmed and made real
When we touch, when you look into my eyes...
You're like the Spring which stands for new life,
New beginnings and forgiveness of the past.
Every sign of win
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
My LibraryIn this place I can be fearless,
Here, alone, I am complete.
Fiends of hell and guardian Angels
Of Lords and libertines replete.
In this place are friends full-faithful,
Beauties which shall never fade.
The power-mad, the would-be heroes,
Dance in endless cavalcade.
In this place I find my answers,
Lovers who shall never leave.
Inspiration, flights of fancy,
Gems which genius wordsmiths weave.
In this place I 'suage my sorrows,
Here I feel I am reborn.
In books I live so many lifetimes,
My soul with artistry adorned.
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