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. lovers - Hope is a Fallen Angel .. Hope is a Fallen Angel .. lovers - Hope is a Fallen Angel . by Amanda-Graham
late nights such darkness
absences in shared moments
i followed you fled
letters sent float petal light
corridors echo emptied
© Amanda 2014
Image: "Non apro gli occhi per chiamarti indietro" by :iconBarnum60: © 2014
*blue ermin loop™ dried stream beds of rock strewn silences *
... Erin ...
Weeping WillowWeeping Willow by MissShadow-Lovely
Each night I find myself sitting against the tree,
Hating myself, locking my heart and throwing away the key,
I sit there and wait, just hoping for the someone who may care,
No one ever comes, nor will they I am aware.
I sit beneath the weeping willow,
Its leaves and shade make my soothing pillow,
Aye, my tears are just fuel for my restless dreams,
Then again, my existence is nothing as it seems.
It all began from a time I am unaware,
I had no friends, no love to share,
My heart shattered, the core went rotten,
My happy days long since forgotten.
My desire in life is simply to die,
I'm sick and tired of having to be in agony and cry,
My parents, family, classmates, they just build it,
They look at me as a mistake, best to fix it.
They hand me the rope and the chair with a smile,
They play it off like they care for a while,
Then they shut the door and sit by the bay,
"Whatever happens, happens" they always say.
The disappointment on their face when I live,
I must be a curse they
Shadowed Chapter One Chapter One: An Awaking ExperienceShadowed Chapter One by shinsu117
A soft and soothing motion, one that is only experienced in a minimal amount of relations between two people, the warmth of the touch multiplying tenfold the longer it persists, but never enough to cause harm, only comfort. A smile creeps across the face with a sudden enjoyment. But soon it shifts, the touch no longer soft and loving, but rough and rasping, a burning sensation that started to fill through-out the entire body.
The sensation caused me to wake up. It took me some time to realize that I had tossed my bed covering off and had my head lain on the coarsely woven mattress. It was made of wool and thus stuck to my skin and had scratched it heavily. I placed my hands upon my cheeks and noticed that they were wet with blood, any small touch causing a sharp pain to resonate throughout my head. I have never been one
The Legend of Dar-Mok LuuThe Legend of Dar-Mok Luu by tommyboywood
Deep in the Himalayan mountains, in a small Nepalese village, lived a young boy named Li-Chen. His parents had perished in the plague that had swept through this remote village when he was only ten years old. An only child, he was left on his own, living on the streets with dozens of left-behind orphans as well as other various and assorted miscreants. During the day he would scavenge for leftover foodstuffs that could be found in garbage bins or in the alleyways. At other times he could be seen near the small marketplace, begging for whatever might be offered by a passing stranger. Many times he went without anything at all, for when the older boys would see that he had something with him, they would bully him into giving it up, occasionally even beating him until he was unconscious.
One day, as he was begging at the marketplace, a kindly old man with a broad smile stopped and said to him:
"Little man, why are you so dirty? And just why are y
Urban LegendUrban Legend by tommyboywood
Picturesque town on the edge of nowhere,
everyone just living "the life."
Suddenly subject to media glare,
reports of the mayor's missing wife!
Search parties, rescuers, all on the scene,
with rumors of mischief afoot.
People keep asking "What does it all mean?"
Many lock their doors and stay put.
"Over here," someone yells as the hooting owl hoots,
"I see something under the brush."
The ground shakes and rumbles heavy with boots,
the now gathered crowd in a hush.
The mayor of the town remarries so soon,
suspicion on everyone's mind.
But with nary a witness except for the moon,
the law stops pursuing in time.
Ten years have passed and the story's still told,
the horror of what we had seen.
I was a child only seven years old,
but the images still haunt my dreams.
To this very day I've never gone back,
avoiding those woods at all cost.
Something transpired, unholy and black,
our innocence that day was lost.
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