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Read Not The LinesHear not my words, truth is in the listening.
Watch not my actions, truth is in the learning.
Speak not a word, truth is in the understanding.
Touch not a thing, truth is in the absence.
Run not a mile, truth is in the journey.
Walk not a foot, truth is in the step.
Chase not the rabbit, truth is in the bow.
Whisper not a secret, the truth is in the silence.
Tell not a lie, the truth is in the telling.
Watching and ListeningThe soft sound, the echo in my mind,
the drifting thought, lost in the racing time.
He can hear me, of this I'm sure,
He watches me, ever yearning and in awe.
You'll never catch me, not again,
your sins are your own, your own bad to bare.
Been there once, burnt that bridge,
pushed you down, crushed you under thumb.
Vengeance will come, with hard pace,
rushing towards you, winning the race.
I've suffered long enough, now you pay,
money nor jewels, your price is a soul, in this you have no say.
You'll Never Fly AwayYou make my heart ignite,
With pleasure and happiness,
Even if we only have tonight,
I know I will always love this.
Forever I have known you,
Though we've always been apart,
You know I love you too,
And I know I snared your heart.
So hold me for a while,
That we never be distanced,
Love me without denial,
What an amazing reconcile.
I'll never let you fly free,
The only place you belong is with me,
I'll protect you forever,
and never let you go, Never!
Looking GlassShadows dancing on the wall, shifting silently as I fall so far.
I scream for help and reach out, but they keep on shifting away.
Why'd I run so far away, what reason could I have?
Now I fall so low, so low, with nothing I can grab.
Now don't you forsake me. Like you did last time. I know you are watching me, as I fall tonight. Don't you forget me. Like you did last time. I know you can see me as I fall far away.
Birds are flying over, screeching as they pass. They have no sympathy for me as I lie within the glass.
I scream out to them, begging for their help, I know they can hear me, but they keep on flying passed.
I wish I hadn't run so far away, what reason did I have?
Now I'm falling hopelessly, through the looking glass.
Now don't you forsake me. Like you did last time. I know you are watching me, as I fall on passed. Don't you forget me. Like you did last time. I know you can see me, as I fall through the looking glass.
People walk on passed, watching me as they wander. They don'
A heart so small
To see that heart upon that screen,
That life so innocent, my first true dream.
To help, to hold, to guide and nurture,
In hopes that all shall be well in your future.
I screamed and cried and thought I'd died,
Till your hungry gaze killed my pride.
Never did I ever think,
That love like this could be so perfect (and pink)!
The first days were hard, I will concur.
You are my princess, with eyes so bright,
May this year bring happiness and delite.
So close alreadySo close to the end and you are so close to my heart.
We only met 29 weeks ago, and already you are my best friend.
You know my secrets, you know my feelings, you know the true me.
Who knows what our future will bring, I only hope it is happiness.
You are mine and I am yours and I love you so.
So let the next four weeks pass by, and let me then cradle you in arms, press you close to my heart and let the rest of the world know that you will always be a part of me.
To my baby girl.
A Tragic ThoughtWhat could be worse then life but death itself.
Oh how poets waste pretty words on what is simply, irrevocately the end.
They speak dreams, emboldered by hope they spread viral lies, lies that death is the beginning.
Lies and falsehoods that inturn lead to the end.
Oh foolish poets whose hearts live on dreams.
You do not walk a stairway of clouds, your words do not heal.
Open your eyes to the blood crusted dirt under your toes.
Let your fingers feel the polluted air, not the flying rose petals you wish were there.
Sing your sad, pitiful ballads of a new life, but you wont snare me with your cunning lies.
Oh you shall not snare me.
A Childs First SightThe first sight,
the eyes of an infant in its new world delight.
Smiling faces, strange and unclear,
until it sees its mother dear.
Lifes a painI can hear the steady beating of my heart,
in time with the rhythm of the dripping rain,
its like a new start,
a refreshing kind of pain.
Life is always a nightmare,
we make the best of it,
it may not be fair,
but we can't let ourself fall into the despairing pit.
I can see the shadows of a time long gone,
dancing across my blurred vision,
someone save me from this depressing song,
someone reach out and give me there hand.
Wish I knew the meaning of life,
then I could throw it in their faces,
but the meaning is not clear,
and to search for it is a sure means of strife.
Thorin/Reader Wedding night insecuritiesSo I have this friend who is sooo insecure of herself (coincidence I think not) she wants to post this but she wants to remain anonymous so I agreed to post this on her behalf, this is her first time writing fanfiction so please don’t harshly judge her.
Thorin had insecurities too:.....
Thorin oakenshield had to marry as soon as possible, it was mandatory within the next two weeks he’d be to wed. He was betrothed to you a young dwarf girl because you are from a royal blood line, even if he didn’t have feelings towards you he had to marry you. On the upside you both knew each other through little small talks and both loved each other so much but couldn’t tell the other because you both thought that the other one didn’t feel the same way. (But I mean come on look at that sexy Thorin face who wouldn’t fall in love with that face and those sapphire blue eyes of his, you must be blind if you didn’t fall dead at the mere sight of him anyway….)
When He's Not HereWhen he’s not here
I get out my razors
Because he can’t tell me not to.
When he’s not here
I turn off all the lights
Because he can’t turn them back on.
When he’s not here
I stare at the mirror
Because he’s not here to stop me.
When he’s not here
I shave my legs
Because I like how that feels.
When he’s not here
I make MYSELF feel good
Because I know I can.
When he’s not here
I tell MYSELF I am beautiful
Because I know it’s true.
When he’s not here
I don’t worry
Because I know he’s coming back.
Sweet Drunken Desire-Part 1Sweet Drunken Desire
Written by CreepySugarSweets14 and mintshadow.
Before you go on:
This has yaoi, ie. Boy x Boy! If you are offended or dislike such material, please leave this page at once! Click the back button, and leave immediately!
However, if you are comfortable with this type of material, you are free to read it.
I hope you will like it, and....
You have been warned!
Tonight was just like any other night, Jack was out making "friends" and Isaac was out looking for more material to " build" his furniture. Isaac came home first, carrying a bloody bag on his shoulder with all his "materials" inside. He set the bag down on the floor and flopped on the couch. He was feeling too exhausted to do anything. In fact, he was so tired that he didn't notice that someone else was in the house until..
Poison Dart of LoveWhen upon you I first looked
My eyes were opened wide
But at that time
With another did your heart side.
I waited a while
For the realisation to hit you
It made my heart ache
And perhaps yours too.
Its been a journey these past weeks
Learning about you
I hope that you enjoyed
Learning about me too.
Ive now found something strange,
A feeling deep in my heart
Its telling me that I love you
And that I hope we never part.
I wish you feel it too,
This feeling deep inside,
And Ill love you through whatever,
Even an emotional rollercoaster ride.
Josh, my dear boy
I love you with all my heart,
I hope you love me back,
Since youve stuck me with a poisoned dart.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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