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A Tiny BlinkLove
Deep, glittering lights in two eyes
Not a thing or object,
Smile, each expression beautiful.
Priceless and delicate
It moves the moment a tiny blink.
UntitledEver had that thought, back when you were a kid, about running away? I guess everyone who didn't have a life to brag about did. We did, too.
All four of us had our reasons to leave. Jonathan had to escape his sheltered lifestyle. Adrian wanted to sit among the stars and be the brightest of them all. Ian's was simple; he just wanted to stay out of jail.
Me? Well, I wasn't sure at that point. All I'd wanted was to stay with the only friends I'd ever really had. Call me selfish, but at least it's the truth.
So the four of us went. Maybe all anyone needs to run away is a group of friends, because it certainly did the trick with us.
We all went to Pengrove High, in the one-horse town of St. Pengrove's Reach. We all had our own families, our own friends, our own lives. We were all so different.
I remember waking up one morning. I smelled toast. I don't remember getting showered and dressed, packing up my Marvel schoolbag, and heading downstairs to get some of that toast. My name is
Not All Stars
Not all stars are loners. In our home galaxy, the Milky Way, about half of all stars have a companion and travel through space in a binary system. But explaining why some stars are in double or even triple systems while others are single has been something of a mystery. Now a team of astronomers from Bonn University and the Max-Planck-Institute for Radio astronomy (also in Bonn) think they have the answer -- different stellar birth environments decide whether a star holds onto its companion. Stars generallydo not form in isolation but are born together in groups within clouds of gas and dust or nebulae. These stellar labour rooms produce binary star systems, which means that virtually all newborn stars have a companion. Most of these groups of stars disperse quickly so that their members become part of the Galaxy. But why, then, are not all stars seen in the sky binaries, but only half of them? Before the groups of stars disperse, binary stars move through their birth site
Collab Ch. IA guttural shriek ripped from Julie's throat as she jolted upright, one hand clenched in the sheets of her bed while the other clamped down over her lips. Images of her nightmare--
Her father backed against the kitchen counter--
A shiny, white, all-too-familiar pistol pressed against his chest--
A sharp report, and blood spattering the pristine chestnut cupboards--
She was torn from her terrifying memories with a gasp as her bedroom door slammed inwards.
"Boss!" a familiar voice cried as its owner rushed to her side. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" The concern in his voice was nearly tangible in the air.
Julie fought to regain her composure and waved him away dismissively. "I'm fine, Tomoya...just a nightmare. It was nothing." She hated her haunting memories and how vulnerable they could make her, especially in front of the people she needed respect from.
Tomoya's fingers itched, begging him to wrap his arms around her and comfort her. Instead, he stood dutifully by her side an
Hunger in Iambic PentameterThere are things in life that cannot be true
Things we hate, things we love, things that we rue
But some things in life just cannot be beat
One of these things: the ability to eat.
I am sure you find food always on my
Mind; It is not my fault I don't have time
To dine on fruits, cheese, and all kinds of meat
Or savor everything I have to eat.
SNAKESunlight blazes white-hot overhead, and
Noises are quieted by the pool.
All eyes lock onto one place in the grass, almost hidden by long green blades of bush.
Kings have had less stature than the one trying to heat its blood in peace.
Even, it is unfazed by grasping fingers prodding, petting, poking its backside.
He is still until he is lifted half out of the grass,
When he knows he must make a speedy getaway.
He hisses as he
Slithers swiftly into the sleepy shade,
Sneering at the innocent souls who disturbed his slumber.
ExerciseAs I see it.
On stairs through jade gates of heaven,
transportation of a bedazzled nature.
The tip of the iceberg.
Truth to a person's trust is to
never leave a man behind.
Grasping at a handle on the world.
Stretched almost to rhythmic discomfort
even the Earth reaches for stars.
Mind of an ArtistI rest my arms upon blue tile
And look out over water.
I've never seen a night so dark and
Yet so friendly.
Steam rises from the boiling concrete pool
I've sunk myself into.
Clouds of white float in the air
And instantly I'm transported to
A dense green forest scene
Flooded with pale fog.
I'm transfixed by this ocean
Surrounding each and every thing.
The trees part round a crystal lake
All I see is an elven place
Of mystery and joy and wonder.
I look up to the sky and see
Nothing but white.
My hand lands in the liquid blue
And I am back in my hot tub,
My fingers freezing in the pool
Swimming in the mist.
I get these visions often;
They never leave my head.
But if I was without them
I'd never get out of bed.
DamienxFlorence: A Late Italian EveningIt was a hot, hazy, humid afternoon, the kind that even Indians can't stand. It may have been five o'clock, but the summer heat was not letting up any time soon. Damn Italy for being so hot.
Still, it was good for the wine.
I was lounging on a sleek white couch, looking out some gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows over Naples and Pompeii, sipping Italian red wine, as I just had to. I was in Italy, I'd been in Italy for a long time; you can't just not drink the wine. You have to have a very good reason. I did not.
Although, I still think Greek wine is better.
My reason for staying in Italy at all walked through the door, wearing just a slim white tank top and a pair of shorts. The white was almost transparent with a thin layer of sweat, which gave me a nice view of his sleek, tan Italian chest. A halo of dirty blonde hair ringed his head and framed his face. He rubbed one bicep with his hand. "Do you just not sweat?" he asked me, exasperated.
Trying not to smirk at that, I retaliated with
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul away
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
Hymn of the Master PoetsTwisting their virgin words into terror
These men and boys who call themselves poets
I cast them down with the power of my voice!
Leaving them but ashes beneath the noise.
My words will carry the death and the doom
Spreading the blood from room to room
I'll end them all and their horrible words!
I'll see to it that they never give birth.
An end to the generation, corrupted by lies!
Their intelligence and wit shall not suffice
My punctuation is perfect, my words are precise,
My power alone shall give birth to demise!
And when it has ended, and when we're alone
We poets of power shall not grieve for the dead
Nor shall their names be engraved in stone
For we are the chosen, we live in their stead.
Alone I BreakI need to wake up
I've been oblivious for too long
Just open my eyes
Though all along
I've known that I was wrong
I pushed everyone away
Wouldn't open up to anyone
I'm so broken up inside
I can't keep acting like I'm strong
When did I become addicted
To punishing myself
Purposely contracting sickness
So I can ruin my health
Then make myself believe
That its the fault of someone else
But I've known all along
I built this hell for myself
Is this what I want
To die all alone
Bathed in this darkness
Feeling cold to the bone
Its easy to picture my death
Maybe I've just always known
I'll die on my own
With my sins left unatoned
If I write you a songEveryone is talking
About how you want to make it big
That you want to be a Rockstar
That you've already booked a gig
You've always been so beautiful
But never content with who you are
Think you deserve to have the spotlight
And to be married to a Star
They say that you want someone
who'll sing for you in front of the whole world
Who'll dedicate you all his lyrics
Who will scream you were his girl
What if I wrote you a song?
will it change the way you look at me?
I wonder if it'd take me like long
Can I use this love to form the perfect melody?
Use the rhythm that you give my heart
A fast tempo like the way you make it beat
Turn these feeling into lyrics
That can make this song complete
I might never be a Rockstar
People will never know my name
But I promise you that no one
Can love you quite the same
I've never been good at singing
But I will scream this to the world
You will always hold the spotlight
If you decide to be my girl
Everyone is talking
That you want to be a star
Missing YouSince I woke up today
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
ApologiesI swear I still remember
the rhythm of your heart
I remember all your features
under the moon in the dark
I swear I'll remember it all
Its all engraved in my heart
Right from the start...
Until it all fell apart
I'm sorry, love...about this mess
It should've never been so painful
Or leave us fucking depressed
I know it hurts, what I confessed
It's better that you know the truth
I had to get it all off of my chest
I'm afraid...there's nothing left to save
The guilt was starting to consume me
It was starting to enslave
And I just can't...pretend I'm brave
I'm sorry that I've lost you
But I just couldn't take this to my grave
And I know...that its not enough
That I brought it all upon myself
Made It hurts so fucking much
Our love is dead, I lost your trust
Every apology feels like it cuts
But I'm sorry....even if sorry's not enough
I've had no sleep...in all these months
Your voice haunts me in the night
And all I dream about is us
It might be cheap..It might be tough
But can I ask to hea
My last angelI'll confess...I'm not Strong
I breakdown every time I hear our song.
And I know that I was wrong
I couldn't prove to them that we Belong
That I fucked up...I'm a Mess
There's no words that could help me express
That this heart's filled with distress
But what can I do..If I no longer have you
Even if I beg to your god..the past isn't something that I can Undo
And I wish, from the start...that I knew
That I was a sky....that was loosing its blue
Who would have known that I'd be so empty.
that there was so many things that could easily tempt me
think back to what was wrong with us..I'm sure you'll think of Plenty
I don't believe in god...but I know you're the last angel that he'll send me
YesterdayYesterday, life seemed to be going
In every direction
With many up and downs
Still to be considered perfection
No thoughts of growing up
Only had you in my vision
No responsibility or worries
About making a bad decision
It was so perfect..wasn't it?
Just laying in the grass
Holding on to your hand
Just watching the days pass
Yesterday was magical
There was happiness and bliss
Only breaking silence
When we gasped after a kiss
We never needed words
Everything could be felt with just a touch
The caressing of your skin
Told you I needed you so much
Was yesterday prefect only for me?
Was I enjoying it by myself?
Tell me why did I have to catch you
Sleeping with somebody else
Giving him that smile
Lipstick painting your lips red
Did you forget all about us
As you slid into his bed?
Yesterday is long gone
Today is filled with much remorse
I tried to numb the pain with liquor
But it seemed to only make it worse
Today is filled with memories
That I wish I could forget
Every second spent togethe
Lone KnightLone knight
Blood cape twisting with the breeze
Thou art changed.
Under ocean waves frozen in stone
Thou art changed.
Of other horses cause a twitch
In the eyes of his steed
Thou art changed.
You are in exile. Do not
Return. We will hunt you down.
Thou art translated.
Where will you go, o lonely
These angular walls are not home.
This hoof-smoothed path holds no
Bleed with screams of carrion birds
Thou art forsaken
Hold one dark spark of grief
Thou art alone.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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