Stale FeathersSo gentle, small and charming,Her smile was quite alarmingAnd her tiny hands inside yours made you quiver.Both hearts had kept on beatingThough the romance only fleetingAnd now you still can’t seem to shake that shiver.You sit there with your arrowsTake nothing in but sorrowsNow rumours circulating cupid’s dead.Your bow has become rustedWonder why the world is lust fedBut all you do is ponder what she said.Just like the one shoed womanYour heart seems to have frozenAnd moths have taken up residency.They pick apart your fablesWhile you sit at lonely tablesThrowing guilt-filled sighs at everyone you see.Some land on kindred soulsWhile the others, heaven knows?You really do not give a care at all.You are married to your pastConvinced nothing else will lastAll because you let your first love fall.So sit there in your sadnessShunning any bit of gladnessI hope your ghosts stay pleasant company.
A Letter To A Girl I HateAs I sit here, trying to think of what to write, my gaze suddenly turns to the right to see you giving me a death glare, like you always do. I roll my eyes, like I always do, and turn back to this blank piece of paper that is now being filled with my words.I wonder if you have ever wondered how everything would be like if we didn't fight all the time. If you didn't 'hate' me and I didn't 'hate' you. Would you be kind? Would you not call me names? Would we be best friends? Or...would we 'possibly' date.But as weird as it sounds, I consider you a friend. One of the closest friends I have. A best friend. Because even though we fight all the time, even though we 'hate' each other, even though you call me names and insult me, I still consider you my best friend.I gaze back at you, thinking of what else to write. You look up from your paper at me and I quickly turn my gaze back to my paper so you won't notice I was looking at you. Because I don't want you to notice me looking at you.You
Insomnia - Chapter Two - Knock, Knock Moe'Suckra! Chapter Two - Knock, Knock Moe'Suckra! "Round two?! You suck!" "C'mon, Toby, we kind of expected that." "Yeah I know. It just made me feel better. Let's go." We crossed the huge room to the half open door. It led to an office room. Not much occupied the room that applied useful to us. There was oil but no lantern. "Where is my lantern?" "Over here, Pewdie." I face palmed as I recognized the voice. "Stephano! Aye my lantern." He collected them both before returning to where I stood. I gave an attempt to be nice and greet the little talking statue but whether it was any good I never found out. The whole room started to rumble. Bricks were raining down around us. "Run!" I ordered as one landed maybe a centimeter from my foot. Felix obeyed but paused just before th