

Her EyesAll but her eyes were veiled from my view, Wrapped in an opaque shroud of seconds; Yet what I could see when the red light was off, Was worth an eternal dread of collisions. Or perhaps it seemed so, and it certainly did, For I was tired, as I certainly was... And the earlier wish which I sought to fulfil? And the whimsical taste of a playful touch?Her Eyes
Whatever the reason, however it's done, It helps me through a congested phase. And even though I forget it in a while... What was I going to say? I forget.


In Pursuit of an Escaped SighThat white patch in the sky Threatens me so... With its soft woolly face, Which has no eyes, yet cries.In Pursuit of an Escaped Sigh
And I see a tree, But the deep dark blue Is inconsistent when You take a closer look.
How thrilling, to witness My own abduction! And with perverse thoughts To grin and to wait.
That is just stupid. Really... let it go! I daresay I hope I would love no more.
Blue, blue, bloodred... Where did he sneak to? With smooth smelly paws... And I miss him so!
Mask me... grey... what? &n


Modern OthelloWhat kind of a fool do you take me for? Stabbed and bruised, still to adore!? To juggle and to jest with many a crack? Why, you manage so well behind my back To be amused! Since thats not enough, Why not on the jester play a bluff!?Modern Othello
My! What an anger! What ado! It is time to make a truce, nooo?
No, I tell you, and I tell myself, No living is earned by trophies on a shelf.
I am tired of playing this role and that: The fridge, the teddy, or the doormat I quit. Thats it. Will pull out these roots; Ive had enough of semi-sour fruit


ConclusionChance brought it upon herselfConclusion
Perhaps - Or was it Fate? - To show me a glimpse of what would be Our future, if you had not left.
If this was a lay, And I a bard, I would have told you so: Content and happy we would have been, If together we had stayed.
And I say we For it is true, Although I put the blame on you At times for leaving me, I am aware, my dear, that I Have been equally guilty.
But this is not a fiction, And I: not a liar - At least not anymore. And the vision of the future That
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"Death has no friend but Time.
(so remember) Time is on his side, not ours."
~IIIXII
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"Death has no friend but Time.
(so remember) Time is on his side, not ours."
~IIIXII
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We work n the dark..
We do what we can
We give what we have
Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task
The rest is the madness of art
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Eyes are the window to the soul ^^
Icon by the amazing Karebear ^^
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