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a single miniscule interval,
a brief moment in time,
and yet such small a moment,
often can have the greatest impact,
change comes so fast,
that in those passing seconds,
the mysteries of life and death,
may play out before our very eyes,
that's all it took to change my life forever,
for good or bad,
that's all it took for me to fall for you
Vodka on RocksEnclosed in darkness, my frigid
window pane, in cold morning fog
he sits, alone, I wish I could
kiss his doubts away, and wonder
'will he ever?', I'll never know.
I remember hands on me, he
used to tell me, 'you'll be okay',
and faded paper in my hand
is all I have for memory.
A full moon rises up ahead.
Oh how I wish he would return
his voice, his breath, his scent around
my glass of vodka, vodka on
rocks he bought me, you know I still
keep it. I don't like alcohol.
He always knew just how I felt
could coax me with a look, a word,
and I was his, yet he didn't say
anything. Just sat there and stared
fists clenched arms folded, over tea.
Older, older, I'm never old
enough, to see stained evening snow
even though it collects at my
feet and won't let go, no no no!
He wants me safe and protected.
It means a stroke of sleepless nights
thick protruding veins, hazy blur,
three beer cans later, on the floor.
Try to move on, nothing works but
bashing my head against the wall
2i am currently powerless
grasping for an alternative
and apparently this
has been happening
for a while
i wish i could say it was
something as easy as
it all boils down to
you being selfish
IF HE SEEKS FLOWERS FROM U
THEN WATCH OUT
IMMEDIATELY LAY OFF FROM THE KNOT [AS HE MIGHT B A FOOLISH WOMAN FROM INSIDE THAN A COMPLETE MAN ]
AS THESE KINDA WICKED HAVE A FOOLISH UNPROPER MEN'S HEART
WHO DNT KNOW LITERALLY HOW TO TREAT N KEEP A WOMAN WITH COMFORT , WHICH IS A MUST N MUST THING FOR ANY WOMAN
THEY EVEN BARKS OUT WHEN ITS COMES TO MUTUAL DISTANCES OR MINOR FIGHTS , N SHOWS ANGER PRETENDING TO U THAT THEY MANNERABLE THATS Y ANGER IS NOT SO MUCH HYPE,OTW U MUST HAVE SEEN THAT REAL HIM,,,HUH ! THEY DNT KNOW EVEN SHOWING IT LILL' BIT EVEN TO A WOMAN IS THE WEAKEST SIDE OF MAN ,WHEN THEY KNOW ITS UNJUSTICE TO SHOW IT OFF TO THOSE WHO DSNT RELATES TO IT ANYHOW N ARE A SOFT BREED
5 EyesAn army of five
Blue eyes. A man who oozes confidence out of ever orifice, with hair as golden yellow as the suns reflection off the clearest of lakes. This man hates the night, much preferring his world to be bright. He hates the night. Why? Well lets just say his skills are best suited for the light of day. In our little group there's only one other who prefers day to night Keen eyes, he's more of the silent type. Together they're the only ones who do day runs.
"Hey!" Blue eyes obnoxiously proclaims as he approaches a crowded area. Sporting a trench coat and a sword slung over his back, he marches confidently closer. "What's up with this shit hole. There ain't a tough looking bastard in sight." He proceeds to call out, baiting anyone within earshot. "Why I bet there's not a single man here who can take me one on one." A slew of men got up, rough looking bastards that smelled of blood and booze.
One man grabs hi
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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