

Wretched For ReleaseForgotten whispers flicker on The swift wind and the creak of theWretched For Release
Twisted bark and branches stiffen
In the quivering cold as a
Scrap of fallen leaves crinkle to
Dust. The unblinking eyes of intent Surveyors sit calmly fixated on the trail Of blood that spills down the
Sharp marble edge of crumbling
Steps and seeps into the Dry earth. Laying wretched and askew Soaking in its own metallic- Tasting liquid the smoky Pallor seemed to emit the Same ominous glow as the Moon itself. Standing over the crumpled form with Strong, clasp


What Will She Become?Shes going to wear pretty rustling dresses, with big floral patterns Shes going to spin in circles, circles, circles across overflowing puddles And dance through daffodils and posies and pansies, and sing to the skyWhat Will She Become?
Shes going to play hide-and-seek with the sun and the shadows Shes going to paint the town red and yellow and green and blue and pink and purple! And sew big, beaming smiles onto signs and posts and fences
Shes going to stare at the darkness and pierce the fog with her striking smirk Shes going to play dress-up when nows not the time


CollidingI long to feel You ragged breath across My chestColliding
Your pining
Lips Upon my neck
Your touch Caressing, exploring Tingling
I need you to Fuel the fire Hotter, higher
Take me Deeper inside Our souls
Take what is Old, and make It new
Revive, replenish Devour, display our own Immense power
Keep it Going, till its Almost gone
Leave just
Enough, for another Chance
Another time For utter Consumption  


CherishGentle goose bumps, up my thigh The feeling that the moon, draws ever nighCherish
Soft, sweet-smelling hair Feeling safe, curled up in a chair
Fluffy little ducklings, waddle in a row In a moment of nothingness, swaying to-and-fro
Fizzy sparkles, within my chest The comfort of knowing, no-ones the best
Dotting the is and crossing the ts The Springtime sound, of the birds and the bees
The one true feeling, of being complete Being free of any resentment, malice and deceit
Observing the peeping rays of sunlight Belie
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i love doing this
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"I have a life, I just don't visit it often." - =HellionAngel
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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At spes non fracta.
I'm doing commissions now!
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Ralph
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