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Take Me With YouTake Me With YouTake Me With You
Love me Hate me Just take me with you Let me be the girl who changed your life the girl who ruined it the girl who saved it. Just take me with you. Let me be your everything for just a few seconds. Let me know your deepest thoughts. Push me away for no reason in particular. Just take me with you. Let my kiss change your life. Let my words destroy you. Let the world crumble if I don’t call you. Just take me with you. Tell me I’m beautiful or ugly. Try to change me for the worse. Just take me with you,
by ~Aaliann
Fall from GraceI stared down upon her as she laid there. And, for the first time, I really saw. Saw her. Her once strong figure was now broken and tangled, her snow white angel wings had blackened and bent and her proud gleaming eyes of old were now glassy, darkened with envy and self-loathing. Her limbs were a mangled mess and her skin was dark with bruises and blood. She looked so fragile lying there, the tarnished gray stone of her dismantled pedestal in pieces beneath her, her breathing shallow and fading.Fall from Grace
And I felt nothing. No sympathy. No sadness. No twinge of guilt or pang of doubt. After all, it wasn’t I who’d destroyed her, who knocke
by ~Aaliann
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TheMidnightGirlWithHollowEyesHe stood deep in the darkness. Nothing seen, nothing heard. All around was silence. He wondered how he came to be in this place. One moment somewhere else, the next... Who knows where.TheMidnightGirlWithHollowEyes
It smells like home, but was most certainly not.
A door opened a thousand miles away, and a blinding light burst forth, like the birth of the Sun God. He turned and saw the beauty, and was compelled down to his core to reach it. He ran and ran, his legs like pistons firing over and over and over, until there was nothing left. Rupture. Tear. Atrophy. Collapse. Exhaustion. Once perfect limbs now useless stumps of flesh and bone. But he
by ~M-Weaver
ForgottenThe cold was eating at her, slowly, but it was, it had to be that, there was nothing else to make her shiver under the silver streams of moonlight or to bring such an ache in her bones like millions of ants trying to eat their way through her. Bright colored eyes reflected the moonlight making them seem to glow in the near darkness, only to show the coldness locked away there, the hate she held so deeply buried even she forgot about it at times. A small smile played over her lips, her smile short lived as the memory that caused it slipped from her mind’s grasp only to turn to an uglier thought. That happened so often, she had so few good thouForgotten
by ~Risk-Draka
HuntedWe’re hunted now, widely hunted even, ever since humans learned of us, they have treaties with the elves, build safety shelters for the were’s, and hunt us, not really fair I say. We don’t have to kill to fed, not that anyone’s stopped to ask, or go, ‘hey, if we accept werewolves and demons, why aren’t leaches, I mean vampires, people to?’. In fact out of the non-humans werewolves kill more humans, but they get to be treated like people because they can’t control themselves, what type of bull is that?Hunted
I was a doctor, a surgeon, one of the best, ranked third worldwide, always did night shift, it worked, loved it to death, then the
by ~Risk-Draka
Dead EyesScreams and cries fell on his deaf ears, none of which mattered to him as he walked down the puke yellow halls, it was suppose to be a soothing color for the people there, he would have loved to deck the people that thought that, they had to be idiots. Or colorblind, that was it, he certainly wished he was colorblind, or just blind so he could miss the horrors that went on in this hellhole, but then he would be without his writings, his beautiful writings, or rather herwritings. They were the only thing left he had of her, and now he had to leave them, leave with in that room with the paint peeling and the floor cracking, leave them for the cDead Eyes
by ~Risk-Draka
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- Interests: Reading, writing, roleplaying
- Favourite movie: Ginger Snaps series
- Favourite band or musician: Changes every other week
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Laurell K. Hamilton
- MP3 player of choice: Um, mine?
- Favourite game: Haunting Ground at the moment
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Naraku from Inuyasha
- Personal Quote: You have beautiful eyes. Can I touch them?
- Website: http://phoraul.proboards99.com
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Once upon a time I had sanity, but then I realized sanity was boring so I went insane, but then I noticed everyone was going insane, so now I'm just slightly cracked, does any of that make sense?
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