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Kjherstin

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kechu7

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kle0012

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Kalia




Kyofan2

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kimberely

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kormyen




Kaz-Azrael

wings
do you feel it too, the slight tickle of
your senses failing? can you know its meaning:
the death of the world is coming to you
it's flowing in and through you [fear it honey]
wings, wings, the fluttering of wings
the pulse and beat of the airy music
the ebb and flow of the dance in the sky
wings of angels and all
the tingle intensifies, bringing you to your knees
with questions unanswered, with feelings unstated, and
the death of the world is coming to you
it's trickling down and inside you [feel it and despair]
wings, wings, the flapping of wings
the trip and vibe of the smoky beat
the draft and breeze of the heavy heat
wings of devils and daemons
the scream hovers and waits, then in a moment,
rips itself free and flies away, kissing the wind, and
the death of the world is coming to you
it's ripp and shredding inside you [can you feel the end?]
wings, wings, the whispering of wings
the silent creeper of the world
the cruel and quiet voice of the dead
wings of all death's horsemen
do Kie
She is dead now, but it could
have been different, we could be
together, I might have died
instead, we both possibly could be
lying lifeless, but we'er not, just her.
She was exuberant in life, happy
always, laughing light and strong, walking
in a willow way, my but she was beautiful.
Beautiful still now dead, never
to laugh for me again, always waiting now
for me on the other side, if only I had held
on harder, clung to her needs and protected
her better she might still be here but instead is
dead and gone, and it hurts, God, it hurts!
I still remember that day that she
saved my life, when i had given up all
hope for salvation she came from beyond
my hopes and showed her love with a kiss,
bringing me back from the edge, telling me
I gave her the strength to go on
ahen all her hope was gone,
that my strength gave her the wind
she needed to fly and not crash.
I still remember that day when we
walked without a word along the street,
holding hands and exuding love, never to stop,
no matte


Kayochen




Kaylanna

Above the sky.We ran into the night
two castaway shadows
danced in the moonlight
I smile...
'cause we can fly
I smile...
'cause we are above the sky
We cried out all the pain
two lonely voices
sang in the rain
I smile...
'cause we can fly
I smile...
'cause we are above the sky
We died in the burning sun
two shattered  souls
blended into one
I smile...
'cause we can fly
I smile...
'cause we are above the sky
Above the sky.... EmbraceBeating inside of me,
screaming, craving to break free,
this utter despair
I'm not the person I used to be
No lights to guide me,
no darkness to hide me
from all your stares and glares
Empty and meaningless,
even solitude feels
Everything I knew,
is lost, never to be found
Everything I believed in
Dead, buried, underground
Embrace me with your love,
for I think I will die
Just in one sigh.....


kristaia




karemelancholia

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Lilithia

You're BeautifulThe wonders of the sun
Lies in the mystery of the sky
How it rises up to meet you
Then hides and says goodbye
The mysteries of the moon
In the night are so clear
It's circle changing with time
Then it's original form reappears
The trees were so green
The sky was so blue
The clouds were so white
Our world was so beautiful
But this is not the world we see today
At least I don't see the world still that way
People are fighting
People are crying
And hope is falling astray
In a world with such madness
How could you see
That in this world
There would be anything such as "beauty"?
But there is, everyday
Whilst I live my life through
Everyday when coming home
I return and I see you
Your smile fills the darkness within my heart
Your smile calms my shaken soul
Your smile warms me and makes me feel alive
Your smile is my sun
And although the natural beauties of this world may or may not die
I know in my heart, that beauty is still alive
Because even though you may not be perfect
I can still see
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lgmac




LatteBleu

Blood and Silver DaggerShe cut herself with a silver dagger.
Pain</b>
Her eyes were closed. The tip of her tongue could be seen between her lips as she exhaled slowly. The Pain! It bit sharply at her in the beginning. She moaned. Then a warm feeling slowly suffused her body. It was a burn, a lovely and glorious bliss!  She was grounded and she was floating. She had embraced Pain and Pain had responded. With a reward.
Flesh</b>
It was beautiful, pure and clean, the wound. First greeting her wrist, it travelled sinuously and sensuously along her forearm, and kissed her at her elbow. Flesh parted from flesh. And a sweet, sweet parting it was!
Blood</b>
The blood that burst forth shone red, beautiful red, life-giving red, delicious red against her pale, white skin. Little beads were formed, perfect spheres that sings of the completeness of living forces. Little beads that joined and merged into their siblings as more and more of them came out to see a bigger world.
A


lady-shirakawa

The Ocean
The Ocean is a place of secrets,
Enveloping your possessions in with a seal.
It doesn’t know what you drop-
Just eats it all up
Laying at its feet,
Worn boots and putrid fish
And old men’s business suits
It holds the key to finding that odd sock and your car keys
It’s dark with its ways of burglary it doesn’t knock at your door.
It ‘politely’ comes through your toilet and sink
And that glass of water you didn’t drink.
It is your unmade bed that you forgot to clean
With its pillow of rocks, sheet of waves
As boats sleep on it and crumple the cover
And sea life frolics with its lover
Ocean the lucky dip of life
Reach down and collect your prize
Explore it and find the unknown
Put your ear to the cold water, hear the whales drone


AngelaSasser

Hidden Wounds
"I cannot die."
The memory of the angel's voice cut through the fog of remembrance with the force of what seemed like an entire lifetime she'd forgotten.
All her thoughts froze at the sight of her fingers after she had absently wiped her nose. She wiped her nose again to find the same red substance present on her fingertips. It couldn't be blood, could it? Angelina frantically searched around, her eyes finally finding the dried spots of brown blood that dotted her pillow case and her night gown. She rushed to the bathroom, which was thankfully just through the shutter doors across from her bed. The light clicked on illuminating the pink marble walls and the mirror reflecting her haggard form. Angelina stared in shock at herself, at the stained cotton nightgown, at the little stream of blood that had mingled with the sweat on her chest most likely from the severe nosebleed she'd received while she was asleep. As she leaned forward over the cold sink to wash herself, she suddenly


laurabeth

Simple RomanceAs he ran his fingers through my hair
My heart released its kept despair.
As I gazed into his mischievous eyes
And leaned in closer 'til I realized
Our lips had met in a gentle kiss
Moments like these I couldn't miss. :thumb42951902:


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Mature Content

Liek




Littleblackbeetle

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moejo

deathcame at 11 p.m.
looming at the foot of my bed as I listened to
slint.
I wasnt
startled,
I just
smirked:
"Death;
you look like
shit."
I think I startled
him
"...
I
am
shit"
and he
left.
as the fan hummed I got
up
and looked out through the window
I'd like to think that
when everyone wakes up tomorrow
their lovers will still
be breathing


Mithgariel

Minstrel's Song. Chap. 1
I wanted to call this story ‘A Minstrel’s Song’. Not ‘saga of the blind bard’ or ‘story of the beginning’ nor any of such kind. And I wanted my sister to write it for me. Write it for you.
Make it a fairy-tale if you like.
1. I am Molock
There was a land of marvel and magic. I was younger then but not young. I cannot remember ever being young. I cannot remember ever being anything but what I am – a lonesome demon. Already they called me a ‘demon’. But I do remember being an outlaw. My kind was chased and I was chased. I always knew I was older than those that hunted me. I think this is why they did.
We were not called by any names that could have belonged to us. There were another eight of my kind.
And there was a king that ruled that land and a queen, his mother and wife. I cannot say what his name was or even, what her name was. You see, people and things usually did not have names back then. Nobody called ME Molock. But there


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NoidEXE




NHdesign




neurotik-babe

nr. 9The things I do, when my love for you,
sends me on a cloud seeking the truth.
From eye to eye on every dimension,
touching all the souls locked inside.
That is the step towards revolution,
one that will free up your mind. :thumb44394780:


Nicoll




neodave

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Osa-Art-Farm




one-tough-one

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onilukos




oberonus




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