| Candle Wick Ball of fire lies in his hands and raised above his body. Crimson rivers flow from his fingertips as a thicken pool engulfs his innocents- Liquidfied soul melting away. Now I have comprend it is my fault. A borken heart, a crazed mind slowly buring by a flame lit by I. Darken doplets flow over onto my palms, a heated sensation tense my tender skin, while a clay like structure hardens. -I feel no remorse- By my souless breathe out the light which he held. He sits upon the pane viciously awaiting to be lit again. -LaCole' |
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| Little Boys and Their Stars Stars were created So, little boys could connect the dots. Sitting under thier tree in a small cot. Staying up late Until their mother calls, to come and sleep. Dreaming about that stars that falls. |
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| Anne Of Green Gables by Lacy Montgomery |
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| Soul Mate She can touch me,so deep,so real so close to my soul.I see her shining spirit revealed in her loving brown eyes.I feel her love overflow into me through her gentle touch. I hear her faith and respect in me as she says, "Yes, Master." But, most of all I recieve the most precious gift from her at once, her trust is complete with the depth of her soul, and if this is not enough another gift she gives, the shining gift of her gentle submission. What man could ask for more? What man can say no? What man can turn her from him? Not this man! I gather her gifts to me and above them I lift her for she has given the ulitmate gift to me freely, herself! |