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LittleI'll keep my dirty little secret in my little box underneath my little bed in my little room of my big house because everything about you was meant to be little, little was how much you were meant to matter to me.Little
Meant to, and maybe if I keep telling myself how little you really do mean, my heart will believe its own lies and hide beneath its own guilty secret.
Why do I yearn? Love and hate consume my thoughts, why do you treat me this way, like cat and mouse and yet I keep coming back for more.
Little is how you make me feel. Little is how much i pretend to care, because little is what you mean to me.
by ~2neverland
The Broken DrumstickHolding a snapped in half drumstick close to her chest she lay staring at the ceiling, completely lost in a whirlpool of memories.The Broken Drumstick
Stepping through the front door of the small house in the country brought a tidal wave of memories of him, her first love, everything looked and smelled the same as it had the last time she stepped through that door two years ago. A tesco uniform folded neatly on a chair brought a small knot to her stomach. Images of him leaning against the worktop eating a yoghurt after his night shift. She used to get up at 6am just so she could get the bus into town to meet him when he finished. Sometimes he drove
by ~2neverland
WingsIt was when he heard the first of the drunken clubbers coming home at two am that he realised he wasnt going to sleep, at least not now anyway. He threw his covers off and sat up. He'd heard somewhere that if you couldnt sleep the best thing to do was to get up and do something else.Wings
So without turning a light on he pulled on some jeans, groped around on the floor for his screwed up t-shirt, grabbed a coat and his keys and left the appartment.
It was colder than he'd thought outside, and a heavy fog had come down some time during the evening. The street lamps had given the air around him a faint orange glow, as the
by ~2neverland
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WingsWhen all around is cold, and lonely, And I canot even find my voice to sing, You show me grace,Wings
and love, &nb
by ~Maieth
What Was the Purpose?A fist full of words martyr for all to see. Will they make a difference this time? The sight, such a bloody example of an outcry to be heard. You can feel the struggle. The emotion The power. The pure confliction in every fight as they seek to mean something among all this ignorance. Is it ever ok to look away? To forget? Or is it necessary to have to watch from a distance? So many have faced death with this shakey violence, yet they still proceed. Again and again their screams echoe the same.What Was the Purpose?
by ~shadowfoxzero
Hot ChocolateLate it was; dark the hour. The man sat, mulling over nuances and inconsequentialities over a glowing tome. He could feel an ill eating into his very soul, demanding more than he could give. A moan, dry; etched with fatigue escaped his lips, as he realized there was only one cure for his coming madness.Hot Chocolate
The Steppes of Carp stretched up before him, their rugged sight daunting his every nerve. Grimly, he held himself firmly, and set out on his journey over the series of plateaus. As he ascended their steep slopes, the air visibly chilled, and shivers wracked his body. &nbs
by ~Dhulliath
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I can appreciate the feeling of needing to get these things out. I settle for a diary as I don't think I could ever let the world into my head, but the sentiments similar i guess, reading things back certainly helps from time to time.
thanks for dropping by my page anyways. see you round
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Well written opening piece by the way. You'll make it big, real fast.
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