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While walking to my car, I notice the first fallen leaves of the season and it fills me with pure joy. Theres only one word to describe it, autumn. Though the season started a few days ago, its finally showing its presence today. I jump into my car and turn on the ignition about to head to the animal shelter when I absent-mindedly put the gear shift into park. It takes me a minute to realize that I am not driving and all this while I am just sitting looking at the droopy looking tree in my front yard. I shift my eyes to the clock in the car where it announces that I was day dreaming for an hour. &


AbandonedChapter OneAbandoned
Which one do you think I should wear with the skirt, the blue or the pink shirt?, asked Bree, holding up the two shirts for Anne to see. Anne, looking up from her magazine, responded, The blue, definitely the blue. Youre so right! Bree exclaimed, looking at the skirt and the shirt together. What would I do without you? Suffer endlessly no doubt. Anne said sarcastically. Anne and Bree have been friends since they were little, Bree had just moved to Kansas City when she and Anne met on the first day o


Falling I'm falling Falling so fast I can't breath About to hit the beneath I slam to the ground, But I do not die Feeling pain, But I do not cry Now floating, I feel like air In the middle of nowhere A mere thought is my existence Making no resistance Again about to repeat I'm falling This is my beat &Falling


The Dancer"Iffen all yer offspring be damned to sit on the plates of goblins, it'll serve ye right!" Hollered Sayuri, as her horse galloped off into the distance. Wiping the snow from her stern, upset visage, she recovered her pack, and the large scythe she nearly managed to impale herself on, and trudged on through the cold, moonlit night, being sure to step firmly on the hissing snowcricket which had so spooked her especially farsighted and dimwitted horse... It was at times like this she wondered why she ever left the mines. Her dwarven foster parents often warned her that the outside world was not a place to be trusted. Eventually, howeThe Dancer


THINGS THE DOCTOR WON'T SEE: Reality's a bitch and she bites like hell, Memory's my hoe,she doesn't kiss and tell, Emotions's my Al Capone and the gangster of my life, He keeps Lust at bay because she's always quick to strike, Love,she's timid and sweet, too quick to fall in;too dumb to jump out, And Anger's always willing to snap and punch Guilt in theTHINGS THE DOCTOR WON'T SEE:


Enter my Demons and MonstersNow I lay me down to sleep. This is the prayer, in my mind I keep.Enter my Demons and Monsters
I grip my pillow, and my jaw is chattering. In the closet, I hear a clattering.
The monsters and demons in my mind go crazy. I feel like running to turn on the light, but my legs grow lazy.
My covers, Boogyman protection, cannot help me from these creatures. Their claws are sharp, and faces hold startling features.
I sit here all alone in the dark of this house, Wondering if it's really a monster, or just a tiny mouse.
A tear rolls down my cheek, and I start to breath hard. I j


Play Dead All these years of blocking my emotions has left me cold,Play Dead
Thus this has left me with no hand nor friend to hold, Truth be told, Im afraid of life, But I stand tall in this fear with all my might, For it feels as if Ive been dressed in a dream, That turns into a nightmare when pulled at the seams, I can attempt to cover up but everything shows, So what is there to do now? Cry, no laugh I suppose, Keep
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We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
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"No good deed goes unpunished."
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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
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