

GirlShes such a mess, A mass of warm colors that cools me down.Girl
Shes such a sweetheart, A railroad made of hard candy which gives my molar teethes
something to deal with.
Shes such a character, A love-making between curves
and sudden endings.
And she is such a girl, A final punch line to my reluctant thoughts about how tender her skin is while she tries on all my clothes.


RegretsLike autumn leaves gravitating toward the still ground, scattering together into mounds and heaps of splashed colors. An abstract bloodstain, stretching into the sky And dripping droplets of sunRegrets
into my shadow.


ShortcomingsMy shortcomings sprung outShortcomings
My jaws are an isolation cell, my teethes are temporal grates that slightly rattle under the pressure, and my tongue is a rope, tied to the only water bucket, which goes up and down, there.
My mouth have imprisoned a sigh of finality Yet I've been slowing down and I'm ill-prepared
With spring, My thoughts scatter away
along the groundsel's offspring.


My BubbleOur time is Hours drinking their distance under the pressure of moribund seconds, and the ticking Taximeter counting as far as the nearby cardboard home.My Bubble
and I I was watching you, No, I mean, I saw you across the town Trashing around like fish on stable ground, Perplexing grand pectoral fins Before taking a glide;
Pulling out your car keys, Saying something
Noir Desir

The Lonely Souls - Ch. 19Chapter Nineteen: Wisdom of the FoxThe Lonely Souls - Ch. 19
Kurama couldn’t help but feel curious over Hiei’s quick departure after his questions. Perhaps he had struck a nerve with his question about Botan, and that made him wonder. Hiei was not acting like himself of late, and he couldn’t help but wonder if what Hiei had told him about Botan had something to do with this moodiness he had taken on.
Was it possible, he wondered? The more he thought about it, the more questions he had. It was a fairly rare happening, a Reikai spirit and a Makai demon falling in love. But he wondered more and more, as he walked down that lonely street, if it
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'Not all men are like trees; some must travel and cannot keep still.'
(Gypsy proverb)
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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'Not all men are like trees; some must travel and cannot keep still.'
(Gypsy proverb)
--
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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