

AscensionMemory's reincarnation;Ascension
with remembrance of affliction and a memorial to your untimely end. Lone candle flame, wept a smoke shroud against your tarnished picture frame.
Through tear-choked eyes I
extend a hand, obscuring the smoke's path. But in attempt to ascend it curled, under my palm outstretched.
You were Trapped. Hostage,
in the cage of my grasp. Bound
by my grief; mured in purgatory.
I release my grip, and begin the search for a moral to this story. where I set my grief ablaze and watch it
burn, burn, burn away. &nb


Morning SketchWhen night's yawning air snatched her away, it shred our hearts into strokes. Ashes spread across the night, painted her an intricate constellation. We etched every morning sketch with whispers for her to hear.Morning Sketch
I progressed to portray her in watercolour, swathed in gossamer clouds at daybreak; wishes for her new beginning. You
remained in goodbyes;
erratic lines, dark smears, angled skies.
Then hastily buried under coats of indifferent colour; opaque. Hiding behind your blockades.
The façade swelled with the passing of time, as I was bli


poetry is sicki scratch a dry quill into the ocean, to carvepoetry is sick
love against my veins.
then i burst these walls.


ropesi know the story of two ropes, who inropes
attempt to fuse to the core,
frayed. the fragility of this drama played by splintering strings is to be a text book
tragedy, as sterile as if they played two puppets on a stage- torn by their own instincts they press
together in a desperate
embrace and the fibres entwining while
knots tighten painfully and the pressure is building in the most longing of "save me?"s still they're clutching at
nothing so desperately aching and wanting and


Wrong: InterludeSnake is hungry. She coils up miserably and waits. Father will come back to feed her, eventually. Or maybe Father's new mate instead, who she simply knows as "The Other"; he hasn't been in a while, and when he does visit his eyes are sad. She vaguely remembers Father having another mate, a tall male with brown fur. Snake doesn't remember precisely what happened to him-such things are not that important to her-but she remembers raised voices and the slamming doors. She moves a little, tracing one more track around the bottom of her tank, noses along the bottom of the glass and then starts to work her way upwards. Maybe the top had opened by noWrong: Interlude


TearsThe time when loneliness took its hold The time when no one knew Your bold appearance covered beneath A sadness, bold and true.Tears
Your painted eyes hid the tears Which no one heard you cry I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you I’m sorry I let you die…
Only if the past could repeat itself The changes I would make You wouldn’t have no tears to hide But a friend, for loves sake
I know what sadness can bring Which you may find hard to believe But one day soon you’ll cry tears of joy I hope those tears come from me.
Red Fog

LeavingI knew it was going to be our last time before he did. I memorized him as he raised himself onto his elbows to watch me get dressed, the dawn casting stark red shadows on his face. I'd told him I had to leave England the previous evening. He smiled at me a little, bittersweet and piercing. I fixed that in my memory as well. He was silent until I was nearly fully dressed. "I'll write to you," he told me. And I'll wait. "Don't." He became entirely still. The building fire of the sun was reflected in his eyes, turning their blue to a blazing crimson. "What?" Please, don't stay here and let me walk away, don't forgetLeaving
It's you!
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"No, not hello, my arm, it's in a loom!"
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Rachy xxx
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Rachy xxx
Write some more please
Love
xxx
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Suoneria cellulare
Suoneria
Cellulare
Aka ISHANAA!
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To resist it is useless, it is useless to resist it
-Cake
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Everyone deserves the chance to FLYYY
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