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My Little EnemyI hate the way you bat your lashes
like some night owl
out on the town
I know you're tired
you never sleep
When life crumbles at your feet
you simply stare and blame anyone else
Cause perfect little you could never do anything else
You think nothing can get passed you
when you're really blind to all you see
The world is spinning fast
and all you do is bleed
Your self-torturous ways get old really fast
I'm surprised you found someone
that thinks he's gonna last
The more pressure you put on those around you
the more they see the cracks inside you
You're so brittle a breeze could blow you down
and yet somehow no one else
can see through all those clouds
You surround yourself in peace and light
You think you're so holy
when you're really just a plight
The tears you cry are crocodile big
No one really believes they go deeper than your skin
The love I gave you was returned to me
and the only thing I can do is regret
that I wasted so much
Love Is For Unlucky FolkThere was a moment when my life made sense
a time when all was stable
Then swiftly, like the flicker of a bulb
my balance was thrown
you became more than what you'd been
As unobtainable as the sun
and just as painful when exposed too much
burning my skin and shining in spite of my grief
Your every word crashed against me
carving out the path you saw fit to seek
Chisel away at my sanity if you will
you never see the craters you create
How invisible have my eyes become?
How frequent are my tears?
The salt is leaving my body
and I'm wasting in your smile
I will never show you
This love is mine to give
I'm far too selfish to share with you
Despise me all you like
push me down
You'll think it was you're doing
but I'm the one whose arms are held out to keep you away
If you stay near me
you'll get caught in my waves
I'll make you drown
and feel no shame
Lost in HalfWe were one
not so long ago
The days have passed
now I'm left all alone
Find me, my other half
find me and
make me whole
Smooth OperatorMy voice it lies
the pitch is perfect but my emotions fall flat
You hear my cheery lilt and smile
My message is practiced and perfected down to the tone
To fool the ones who do not understand me
those who never will
You picture my grin
the laugh I let escape
My greatest deception is knowing the art
the art of fabrication
I know which words to pull you in
the ones to avoid
They circle and bind you to me
I'll release you when it's time
My tongue will drive you mad
distract and trick you
You'll never even realize that you are mine
With my call
I deceive you all
protecting my truth from your lies
My Morning CupOh sweet, sweet coffee,
the gentle nectar of life and beauty.
Sonnets should be written in your name,
though if I were to pen them
I would need a couple more cups of you.
Little Boy BlueLittle Boy Blue, lost in the woods
searching for that guiding yarn
Little Boy Blue, pull the string tight
hold it down and follow it home
Little Boy Blue, watch out for the wolf
he hunts out here at night
The mist will lend him places to hide
yet you'll always be kept in his sight
Little Boy Blue, crying all alone
The trees don't cover your tears
The ground grows wet over what you've lost
and the yarn is tripping you
Little Boy Blue, you cling to the line
the silver threads are fraying
The yarn is shrinking inside your hand
and the wolf howls out his call
Little Boy Blue, you've turned the wrong way
the string has snapped in two
The mist is picking up now
and you don't know what to do
Little Boy Blue, you've given up hope
the sky has disappeared
You feel the teeth as they sink in
and there's no fight left in you
This Can't Be the End"Don't ask me to walk away."
"What am I supposed to tell you? We can't do this anymore."
"What's stopping us?"
"Everything," she whispered, "Everything is stopping us, Ron."
"What? Nothing is stopping us. I love you. What can stop that?"
Hermione looked up at him and gave a bittersweet smile. "It was good while it lasted, but it can't go on anymore."
"Hermione, there has to be another way. This can't be the end of us." Ron looked at her, his blue eyes pleading. She stared into their depths and stroked the side of his face with her hand, which he instantly leaned into.
After a few moments Hermione dropped her hand and Ron looked as if his world had fallen along with it. He stared at it as Hermione sighed.
"Look everything's different now "
"Do you still love me?"
Hermione remained silent and bowed her head so he couldn't look her in her eyes; for he'd see his answer there. He reached over to her and lifted her face up to look at him, but she averted her eyes, staring at his forehea
I Watch You Blow AwayI just want to know you're there
To know your skin is still in sight
The way you rest your head in hand
and the way you smile goodnight
I need to see you happy
To breathe and know you're gone
The morning brings your droopy eyes
and I know you're not alone
You speak in riddles and secret grins
Your hair is just a mess
I see you in my dreams some nights
Though I hope for nothing less
Our whispered words have faded
Wounds all healed to scars
Though my life is just a little better
for once knowing everything was ours
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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