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OneHe stopped at her door. The huge door looked so frightening, everything looked so new and exciting. Was this really what he wanted to do? Everything made sense yet strangly it actually made no sense at all. Like some scary dream, with lots of doors of possiblity.One
He could see her smile and smell her beautiful scent. Was it truly enough?
All he had to do was knock. Mabye once, for her to hear it or mabye twice just to be sure. He wanted to, really. But as he raised his hand, he couldn't. His limbs where frozen. Mouth left gaping. Was it fear of rejecting, mabye.
But she loved him, he was sure. So why was he so
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LoveHis room smelt like lit cigars and old man stench. A musty book shelf and a rickety old bed lay on the far side. This was where Ian spent most, to all of his time. What a dump! His walls were covered with posters of bands, I’d never heard of. One which was quite disturbing, I won’t say what was on the picture. I began to realise why I had avoided Ian’s suggestions to study at his house or to come and just hang out. As soon as I had entered his house I felt as if I was in a horror movie. The long hallways with eerie pictures of old dead relatives, a huge dining table that you would have to shout at to hear the person you where dLove
by ~katsumi-sama
SkyHis finger intertwined with mine. Feeling his warm breath reach the tip of my neck I could feel an adrenaline rush all the way from the tips of my toes. Locking my arms around his back I hung on for dear life. His touch was comforting but felt electric and dangerous. Like lighting. He swung me round and my hair tangled in his delicate fingers. Breathing deeply I reached for his mouth, touching it with my fingers, temping him. He leaned closer, and closer. All of a sudden I was exhausted, and my hormones and passion completely took over. Sweet, damp, amazing lips. Just one touch and I had to keep going. Comforting arms, he kept me warm as theSky
by ~katsumi-sama
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why didn't you say goodbye?Love wasn’t in the air the night you unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my skin. No, love definitely wasn’t in the air the night we spent in heat of moments, sweating and tumbling and fumbling on your father’s bed.why didn't you say goodbye?
It was anywhere but there. Does love go on vacation? I ponder and make fleshy butterflies from my outstretched fingers. Probably.
I can’t remember much but I can remember the beginning. The burn of acid bleeding and gushing past my tongue and down my throat. The noises and then your silence. The clumsiness and then the awkward kisses.
You had a garden of dark hair growing fro
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Don't BlinkIn your eyes One more time Let me see... The little rose tinted reflectionDon't Blink
That you've created of me...
Can you see past him? The little man in your eyes? Standing between you and me And concealing all my lies...
I want to be him,
I want to be what you see
I want to never disappoint you With what I really turned out to be...
Don
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never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
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I failed as a painter
My drawing skills are crap
My camera's gone and broken
I can hardly sew a cap
So that's why I write
To express what lies within
To show the dormant artist
Expressing love and sin
SIEGFRIED
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The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes
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I failed as a painter
My drawing skills are crap
My camera's gone and broken
I can hardly sew a cap
So that's why I write
To express what lies within
To show the dormant artist
Expressing love and sin
SIEGFRIED
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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
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