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First StrikeClouds grew in the sky, turning into an ominous black. Fearing the worst, I hasten my steps. My pack, growing heavier, was filled with only stuff for mild weather. Then it started. "Crack!" the first sign of the storm to come. I was startled to a halt as a tree a few yards down the path was sheared down the middle. "Shit, shit, shit," I mutter as I quickly start walking again. Frantically looking around, I make my way down the trail. Stopping for a moment by the tree, I pulled out my camera and take a few pictures. I leave the singed tree and the glass, that was just moments ago sandy soil, behind. The hill I was on afforded one a wondrous view, but not much protection. It was especially lacking in protection from the millions of volts that occasionally split the sky here and there. I quickened my step as another crack rang out behind me. "Need to get out of here!" I exclaim softly as I, quite quickly now, make my way down the hill. Nearing the bottom, I felt the first drops fall onto
A dark descendsShadows dancing all around
to neigh a beat nor a sound
Darkness filling your mind
Leaving you left in binds
Shallow hearts fall
All to bow before the call
None shall flee
Not when you can't see
Lush music to fade out
Leaving only the desperate shouts
Don't stand in the roadA night so dark and dreary,
In the sky old yet unwary,
Stretches time and trench
Of space and inch
An ant wonders low
As infinite stars show
Sending light so far
Nope just the head lights of that car.
ItS RaInInG Up iN HeRe mOtHeR FuCkErSLET THE RAIN POUR DOWN AND SOOTHE YOU
pouring down and rinsing through and through
LIGHTNING STRIKES DOWN
saying that time has gone around
A STORM PASSING OVER HEAD
high over you in bed
THROWING BOLTS HERE AND THERE
lightning up even the air
A NIGHT PASSING BY IN DRIZZLE
a wicked elixir left to fizzle
MY own Kuroshitsuji OCDamien Shinikuro
Hair: Gray/Silver(few shades darker than Undertaker's)
Eyes: Green(few shades darker than Shinigami's)
Skin tone: WHITE!
Song: Diabolic Waltz
Appearance: A slim-bodied, young male of unknown origin, claiming to be Undertaker's Nephew(reassured to be true bu Undertaker). Mostly seen wearing an ankle length open front coat with knee high black boots adorned with numerous buckles, and otherwise all black clothes. Look is shown though his little interactions, but it he seems vaguely lonely and looking for a friend capable of making him feel living.
Pokemon in MinecraftDay 1: Build a First Generation Starter
Day 2: Build Your Favorite First Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 3: Build Your Favorite First Generation Starter's Final Evolution
Day 4: Build Your Least Favorite First Generation Pokemon
Day 5: Build your Favorite First Generation Pokemon
Day 6: Build a Second Generation Starter
Day 7: Build Your Favorite Second Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 8: Build Your Favorite Second Generation Starter's Final Evolution
Day 9: Build Your Least Second Generation Pokemon
Day 10: Build Your Favorite Second Generation Pokemon
Day 11: Build a Second Generation Starter
Day 12: Build Your Favorite Third Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 13: Build Your Favorite Third Generation Starter's Final Evolution
Day 14: Build Your Least Third Generation Pokemon
Day 15: Build Your Favorite Third Generation Pokemon
Day 16: Build a Fourth Generation Starter
Day 17: Build Your Favorite Fourth Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 18: Build Your Favorit
2012 Meme2012 Meme
 Gotten a new piercing.
 Dyed my hair.
[x] Ended a relationship.
[x] Started a new relationship.
[x] Been on a long car/bus journey.
[x] Passed an exam.
[x] Met someone who's now an important part of my life.
[x] Cried on someone's shoulder.
[x] Had a massive fight with a boy/girl
 Received flowers.
 Had a Valentine.
[x] Written a letter using pen & paper.
[x] Gone to see a therapist
[x] Been prescribed medication by a doctor.
[x] Read a really good book.
 Gone to the zoo.
[x] Spent too much money on unnecessary things.
 Traveled by train.
[x] Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
 Spent the day out in the sun getting a tan.
[x] Slammed a door out of frustration.
[x] Had an anxiety attack.
 Babysat for a friend's child.
[x] Had a BBQ
[x] Gone to the fair.
[x] Gone bowling.
 Seen a film at the cinema in 3D.
[x] Gone on a date.
 Been the only sober one on a night out.
 Helped someone home after they had been drinking.
[x] Stayed up all night.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
His Last Kill"Open the window," he said to me,
one morning after the sparrow had died.
"Cast his feather, his copper wing,
his beak of honor, his perch of pride."
But I couldn't cast them - set them free -
to the breeze or to the rolling tide,
for the sky was static, the water - bleak,
and the conscience of my suitor - denied.
Maiden of the Olive Oil TreeMaiden of the olive oil tree -
caryatid body, color of cream,
how do you fare against the crumbling temple?
How do you fare against the pressure
weighting upon your chest?
For you have long kept this temple,
broken, like a mother.
You have long adorned it
with your cultivated crest.
But when the framework falters -
the foundation all decaying -
will you climb the olive branches,
free, no more inept?
And bathe in oil satin,
to smooth the ancient scarring,
as time releases tension
from your ankles to your breasts.
DeanThere is a boy named Dean.
I knew him for so long
before we were pre-teens.
Actually, we were born
days apart, just three.
Not long after
our friendship would start.
This boy was full of life
and loved to have fun.
When he was ten years old
the doctors realized
that between his
red cells and white
something was not quite right.
There were us few,
who helped him through,
just Sam, David, and I.
Of course, his parents,
and Tony too.
Remission was soon
we could see the end
this boy was so strong
nothing can go wrong.
He was healed.
He grew healthier,
he grew out his hair.
All the long, I was there.
He was my best friend,
and I was his wimpy little girl.
We would wrestle in the grass
we grew close so fast.
We made silly games in the pool,
we jumped on the trampoline,
which my parents never knew.
We played tetherball,
looked at stars and just talked.
I developed the biggest crush.
It was a different time then,
all I did was blush!
Of course I couldn’t tell him!
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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