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WavesUseless whispers, tricky lies,
Looking fiercely through your lies,
Climbing higher, higher to sin
Step into the freeze of your halfhearted grin.
The tide – it breathes and eats the shore,
Erasing each - all pasts before.
It dines on footsteps – old and new
And never brings me back to you.
Now nothing more than breathing flesh;
Mindless thinking, emptiness.
Save me hero – not just goodbye.
I'd give it all to hear your lies.
Faceless shadows, my only friends.
Oh tell me, tell me when the falling ends.
"When you hit the ground . . ."
Fairy DancingI love it when the sky is white
With the haze of rain filled clouds.
When the sky is pure with morning light
And the air as crisp as sound.
I love when I wake to stormy day
I find when I open my eyes.
I breathe the air of coming rain
beneath northwestern skies.
Is it now that I smell snow,
So cold and fresh and pure?
Those who live here often know
The air of white couture.
They know the sense of the coming –
The rain, the snow, the heat.
Like fairies, I dance in on wonder
In all the weather I meet.
Angel or DemonI love your sky bright eyes.
There's innocence within them.
An innocence I long to absorb.
There's a beauty in those light eyes.
An alluring sight of heaven so high,
Untouchable to the rest of us.
But those eyes, those dark ones-
They are dark as my sin,
and oh so appealing to me now.
You are both beautiful.
Two sides to one face i cannot know.
Intense, appealing and new to me.
I dream in black and white you know.
Yet your color bleeds through the mist.
It seeps into my unconsciousness.
Why are those eyes of an angels,
haunting me now with my guilt?
They cry sapphires at night into my dreams.
Those wild brown eyes are too dark,
I see no judgment in them yet.
They are so dark still now there's no reflection.
One is sky, the other the dust.
One is fire, the other water.
You are the light, you are the night.
I hate you. I hate your lure on me.
I hate the fascination that keeps me
in my personal reality of black. I hate you.
You make me love you,I love you.
Both sin and angel.
But there ca
Trapped in Light's Shadow Ch. 24Chapter 24
My eyelids play a game of teetering up and down in my exhaustion. I cannot open my mouth to sing but I manage to hum, willing myself to sleep – and hopefully into the void of my abilities. I have no other way to pass my time and worrying about my rescue has busied my mind. Why is it now that I find a comfort in running to the shadowed world of death on spirit strings?
I manage to settle into the void and like a sunset, my sight fades to darkness.
I gasp and sit up. I can sit up? Feel my neck and breath deeply through my mouth. My face is warm and I touch it gingerly.
I'm sitting on the ground in the shelter of a large shale stone cliff. The ground I sit on is parched and dusty. A shadow looms over the brilliant starlit sky and I duck for a moment in fright.
"It's only an owl," a smooth voice says. A man stands above me to my left, lounged against the cliff wall. I peer at him, his arms folded over his chest, his stance sure and hostile. I am not too familiar with the d
RinXSessy Don't LeaveSesshoumaru walks the moonlit path, wandering as he usually did at night. He walks silently, hand on his Tenseiga, golden eyes squinted in his usual demeanor. Like many times before, as he walks he comes by a village. He tries to go along as he usually would but he stops, a memory, a scent catching his off guard.
With annoyed interest he turns his head to look at the run down place.
He remembers how she kicked and screamed and cried as he walked away, held back by her new foster parents. He'd hardened his face as he went, shutting out her voice. He was a dog demon, an independent creature, not one to be weighted down by a cumbersome girl he'd rescued from wolves that had tagged along at his side long enough. Little Jaquen had finally passed away, burned by his own staff of two heads. If he was to leave Sesshoumaru alone, why not the girl as well?
Yet now, he could not help but stand before the village, transfixed by the aroma of her scent had here. He'd remembered it, but he could not
DelightEndless blue skies
Baby girl's cry
A kiss at midnight
A lover's first fight
Sad parting demise
Love poems to write
The will to fight
Young child alight
Pale azure eyes
My cheeks baptize
Good morning surprise
Wise and good wives
Reaching to thrive
Rosed burial site
In one's own right
Once again unite
The ending nigh
Willing to fly
Teach me to try
Give me delight
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