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The Black Widow
The Black WidowShe smiles,
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
I’m Still Here
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
Time and Tide
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
The Little Chapter Eight: I'll Protect YouThe Little Chapter Eight: I'll Protect You by lifeisgood4u
I'll Protect You
"You can't run when you're holding suitcases
It's a new day throw away your mistakes and open up your heart
Lay down your guard, you don't have to be afraid "
Lyrics from Dara Maclean's 'Suitcases'
"Come on Arthur!" Alfred giggled. Arthur sighed and dragged himself behind Alfred.
"Could you go a little slower?" he asked, annoyed.
"I'm getting my crutches off next week." he continued. Alfred let out an exaggerated gasp and ran back to Arthur. He clapped and did his best to gently hug Arthur.
"Yaa~ay, my Artie's getting off his crutches!" he cheered. He kissed Arthur's cheek and Arthur flushed. Arthur wiped his cheek clean.
"Would you not do that in public?" he asked. He didn't care how many dads Alfred had, he wasn't going to look like a weirdo in front of everyone. Unfortunately, he already looked odd. A couple of boys from their grade snickered as Alfred and him walked by. They were just being rude, and rude boys weren't any better than the rest of us. B
Don't Seek The ShadowsThose writers who court darkness like a fickle lover,Don't Seek The Shadows by KittyKatKool
Who think they can hold sadness in the palms of their hands,
Who try to coax the shadows into the light-
Don't try, child, for you know nothing of the evil in this world.
They will find you, the shadows in the corner of your soul.
And seeping up like dank air from swampy ground,
They will overwhelm you,
Taking with them all you thought you knew.
When you sit down to meet your maker over a cup of tea,
And tell your children to go for a walk- you'll only be a minute,
Staring at the sky and wondering how the clouds can still move on-
Then we can talk, and I will listen as you close your fists around nothingness.
I Wrote You a Waltz (in 3/4 time)The picture of youI Wrote You a Waltz (in 3/4 time) by ThouShallNotFall
That hangs on the wall
It's black and white;
No color at all
The shirt you wore was grey,
So I guess that's alright...
But I'm wishin' on stars
I could see you in color tonight
The way that you'd laugh
The way that we cried
The way we kissed
When we said goodbye
The way you'd sneak up behind me
And hold me so tight...
The memory's close,
But I wish you were closer tonight.
The letter you wrote
was simple, and kind
I never wrote back...
I hope you don't mind...
But the words that I conjure,
They never seem right,
Which is why that I wish
You were here to sing with me tonight.
The song that we sang
About moving on
It haunts me now
The radio gets it wrong
You sang it so sweetly,
nothing else sounds right!
No one plays it like you...
Would you come play it for me tonight?
Dream or FantasyForeverDream or Fantasy by michawolf13
I can´t stop
There´s nothing worrying me
I put my trust in you.
I´m not giving up hope
How much do you know?
I swear he says
Look up to the sky
There´s only one wish...
I am waiting.
MyiagrosYou went quietlyMyiagros by RussianTim
Like granite with finesse
Days and nights
The come down monster
I had a drink
Six, seven, eight more
Always and sometimes
The weeks of illness
Before it pulled your eyes shut
No small talk
Just plain, empty time
I walked to the store for smokes
Struggled not to howl
There was fly paper nailed to the register
Legs still moving
And I knew what they were buzzing for
Hell had found you first
TrustTrust.Trust by KelaLewis-Morin
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by the same
Mama and MemoriesShe's lost in forever,Mama and Memories by thegirlintheback
and everything will never,
be the same for her and me.
She's falling so fast,
and losing the past,
as well as all her memories.
She can't seem to realize,
the tears in my eyes,
are because one day she won't know my name.
Her little girl is trying,
to grow up and stop crying,
yet I wonder who takes all the blame?
I don't know,
you will remember,
I wrote a song,
To say if you forget me,
I'll love you,
and it's okay,
Another dose of medication,
it's not cause for celebration,
but she takes them in hopes she'll be okay.
I just swallow my words,
and she swallows all hers,
because we don't know what to say...
I'm holding you like you once held me,
and I'm hoping strong is what I can be,
because honestly I don't know what to do...
Don't cry mama please,
just stay here with me,
I promise that I'll always love you...
Oh, oh oh..
I love you...(hold "you")
Death becomes herFascinated by materialism, disturbed by deathDeath becomes her by DeadSilenceRotsInMe
She set her feet on the cold black tile
shuddering in pain and consumed by guilt
Wailing with the aftermath of death she walks in circles
Across the triptych
Obscure and insecure of its presence
She is tormented by the blood curdling creature on her back
Saving her from the esoteric force veiled with herself
She clasps her relic pendant tightly
Smothering, forcing the banshee, exorcising by chanting the spell of the dead
As she voluminously retches cold blood all over the floor through her nostrils
Pleading for solitude from the wraith of her dream catcher
And she stumbled, lost weight on the ground from comatose and abasia
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Monochrome Ghost His hands gripped the throttle tighter causing the engine beneath him to scream louder, but even the roar of the machine was drowned out by the shrieking beast as it crashed after him. Eyes forward, he didn't dare look back. One mistake now could send him crashing into the ash and dirt, ultimately becoming a meal for the monstrous nightmare that pursued him. Keeping his attention on what lied ahead, swerving through rocks and debris that only slowed him down. As he desperately searched for clear ground so that he could finally speed away he wondered how crawler worms became so fast anyways.Monochrome Ghost by nscmseiyaryu
Hearing the sound of rock and ground being pulverized behind him and could almost feel the creature’s teeth chewing on the back tire treads of his motorcycle. Looking ahead he saw a possible solution to his problem, a large arcing of rock with a small opening. It would be a tight fit but he knew he could make it, he had to. He hoped the beast wouldn't be so luc
Moon and Morning....Concert bittenMoon and Morning.... by theweirds
When the sea
Sets the tone,
I ask you,
It is always
The same song,
Remnants of war,
With a trip
Here Moon and Morning
A ball, a joint
In the cylinder head ....
Timothé Ensch Collins
le 6 mai 2014
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