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In which Jonathon Widdum hates his jobAs soon as I had entered the revolting place, I knew I had struck true. The raucous chatter I had heard from the street instantly quelled as the door swung shut behind me. The photographic stillness only lasted a moment as three of the patrons, all of whom I recognised, scraped back their chairs from about the room and stood in their own clumsy rushes to hurry to the door behind the bar.
My eyes fixed onto the tallest of the three, Lloyd Kovach. Just the man I was looking for. He had an awkward frame and this was severely detrimental to his escape. His own chair had toppled backwards as he stood and the man had instantly gotten his spiderlike legs tangled in it. He crashed down like a pylon in a dust storm with a yelp of utter surprise. (Knowing him, I can’t imagine how he remained shocked by his own clumsiness).
I sighed and strolled towards him, tired and exasperated, as he desperately kicked the chair away from himself. He looked over at me, cursed the chair and began crawling
A Heroic Attempt In LoveFinding words for you is the hardest act
But not quite, dear, a careful feat of tact
You see, sweetheart, what I’m trying to say
Is that you’re easy any time of day.
I’m not calling you a slut nor a whore!
I think you something easy to adore:
The wind to my wings if I were a bird,
Meringue to your pie, lemon to your curd.
You are water through my gills, sweetheart dear!
Bright moon; to your gravity I adhere.
Tidal breaths, you keep constant with no fear.
Yes, finding words for you it’s hard. In fact
Writing in iambs has left my mind cracked.
So I’ll come to rest with an easy line.
I love you, I trust you till the end of time.
Perfect FitThis was perfect. Marlowe had managed to silently gather all of the cushions and blankets in the room to curl up in without waking Morlax and now settled down with a satisfied grin on his face. The trickiest part was trying to teleport the other demon’s blanket and pillow from him without causing any disturbance. Fair enough, he’d caused the idiot’s head to collide rather violently with the stone floor when extracting the pillow but thankfully (and probably due to the thickness of his skull) it did not wake him.
A few peaceful minutes of relaxation had passed and Marlowe was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a mumble and a grunt and the sound of somebody sitting up. ‘Oh crap,’ Marlowe cursed to himself, ‘here he comes.’
“Marley!” He whined. “Let me in there!” His voice was even more grating than usual with the parched tone of tiredness.
Marlowe pulled his nest around him tightly, scowling against his pillow.
.The clean, deep, eternal colour encapsulates his hate
And he is hate, pure and defined.
His oil black crawls over my skin,
It's contours caressed by his passion for pain
And his intent violates every inch of my body.
In awe, stunned, I take him in
Like sweet smoke to turn my lungs to tar,
My heart to ash,
Leading my soul eight levels down to his erotic love for death.
Like a necrophiliac, he loves those he kills inside.
He loves me most of all;
Below himself of course.
Below him and welcoming his poison nectar
Clean, deep and eternal on my lips.
Glassware PinesMy fragile heart stands vigil
Searching out such soft, sublime majesty.
Alone in a forest of glass and ice;
Watching the curve of the pale earth/sky line,
Silent in its longing for your gentle glow.
Heart strings tugged in agony to your beating core.
Warm love, glistening on the delicate pines:
I adore thee.
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
TnM-Vampiros VS Lobos Cap.4Cap.4 Amigos?
En el parque
Cuando llegaron Xadezz y Frejazz se miraron y se enamoraron
Thomas: hola Marie
Marie: hola Tommy son ellos tus amigos
Thomas: si ellos son Dezz *saluda con la mano* y Fred *saluda con la mano*
Marie: hola es un gusto conocelos ellos son Jazz *saluda con la mano* y Xavier *saluda con la mano*
Xavier: es un gusto conocerlos yo soy Xavier Flynn y mi amiga Jasmine Raí pero le gusta que la llame Jazz
Jazz: un gusto y lo sentimos por lo modales es por genes vampiros
Dezz: no se preocupe mi nombre es Dezz y mi amigo Fred es un gusto conocerlos
Thomas: bueno como ya no conocemos quiere jugar a verdad o reto
Todos (menos Thomas) : esta bien!!!
Después de horas de juega verdad o reto
Thomas: emm Fred verdad o reto
Thomas: es verdad que duerme con tu pijama de peluches
Fred: si ¬¬
Todos (excepto Fred): jajajaja
Xavier recibió un mensaje
Marie: tu mamá
Jazz: y que pasa
Xavier dice que esta organizado su boda
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
The Beautiful YouThe Beautiful You.
You’re so beautiful,
My words cannot describe
But if to name you something
Twould be thy Moon
You’re the Moon in the dark sky,
Worshiped like a God-
Yet you paint female faces
With your pale light, kisses
Filling their devious smiles
With passionate lust
But they break you
Lure you into their trance with looks.
Yet you call me beautiful and ignore the others..
I’d call myself the Sun
But a body that’s scorched by fake passion
And when you look towards my sky
Your eyes I'll burn!
With talents you’re a prince
With looks you are a charmer
I'm only rich with the diamonds I cry.
By Hazard Kitty
it was only a dreamI don't fall in love with people, I fall in love with ideas;
I fall in love with pretty words and
arms around waists,
tears wiped away by thumbs
and kisses on noses and cheeks,
late night joy rides and crude jokes
whispers under sheets and heated yelling
when the day week month isn't going right;
lace and cotton side by side and afternoons grilling
steaks and cold drinks of sweet lemonade,
I love how we can take breaks just because we need to
and then see each other and everything is right and
talking about the moon and the stars and what it means
to be a live and are we soul mates? meeting for the first time
and date nights at taco stands and playing video games in our underwear;
I don't see a problem with any of this, but I don't see any faces either-
I am too full of dreams and not enough courage
Awaiting the DawnThe silence that shrouds him every night is cold
Day's very own winter is as serene as the season itself.
Something so very vital, absent
Like the warmth of a full summer sun
Yearned for in barren months.
And here he lies mute and far from the sun kissed dawn,
Far from his symphony,
So far from a promised summer.
Lids fall over a searching gaze,
A lie so vital unwinds
But still the silence
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