Who am I?Where circles replaced edges, Back when light drowned the dark, There were no doubts, fears, or troubles;Who am I?
No confusion in one's own mind.
Where did that blissful ignorance go, I wonder? That now absent from my mind, Trapped in my own battle of wrong versus right, It's impossible to discern gain from loss.
Suddenly shades of grey are present, Nothing is definite or certain. There is a difference between then and now, But the same truth of no identity.
When I am stabbed, I must take it, Never knowing my own worth. How I feel, what I do and
Crash LandingFluffy, white, plushy and soft, Cloud beds we'd lie on day and night. Safe from all, never falling, Just our sun, always right.Crash Landing
One night, the storm breaks, Rain drilling holes through my flesh, Thunder making my ears bleed, Lightning's sick truths lash at my bare back, Until with the last great boom, I fall.
Hide as I might, I'll never escape that crash landing, The one that comes with every high point, Pulls my legs out where I'm standing, And throws me down ten feet under every time.
Completely WholeYour chocolate oceans shimmering in the moonlight, Tears starting to cascade over the wall. Not a downpour of sorrow, But Aphrodite's charms purest waterfall. Four tiny black orbs connect, And a moment of complete understanding is present. I cast the velvet box and it's contents aside,Completely Whole
My hands caressing you, teasing you, beginning their descent. The touches become increasingly more intense, Exploding into stars and flames before your chocolate-colored eyes. Then collapsing flat, a broken wave, The screams fading from the night into ragged sighs.
Sweat coating the hot s
HerWhether it's the soft texture of those sweet lips,Her
Or the chocolate gleam when your eyes shine,
The heat that rises in my chest when you smile,
No words can describe the intricate details of an icon so fine.
Intoxicating with your every movement,
Delicious honey in your every word,
Morning, night, silence, noise,
To even claim to duplicate the beauty in your voice is absurd.
That I even know you is more than I deserve,
Yet your eyes call to me, drawing me in before I dare to question.
Be
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Give what you get,
you won't regret it, I promiss.
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Piper: The pages are doing that flipping thing again!
I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!
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he world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed...
~King Leonidas 300~
I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!
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he world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed...
~King Leonidas 300~
I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!
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he world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed...
~King Leonidas 300~
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