Maqi

One sleepy day.. "It was there that the girl lay --" The boy began to say. "There among the the artist's paints. There above the grass looking quite quaint." It astounded me that he rhymed so, His words just easily flowed. But I am getting off topic I daresay -- Now he is looking to the distance in obvious dismay. His chin was aquiver, His eyes lost all laugh, He then started to shiver. His shoulder I tapped. "Dear sir. Oh kind sir, what seems to be the matter?" And he returned to this world. "Your face is quite pale. Your teeth are a-chatter." I wish to not have said the last word. ...

Perfectly Fine.     I am okay.          Perfectly fine.          Please do not worry about me.          Don't think that these are tears.          Please just look away as I start falling...   ...I'm just not worth the effort...          I am an empty shell.              Please leave me and my wounds to bleed.         Don't embrace me.                  I don't deserve your attention.             I'm perfectly fine...                   ...believe me when I lie to you.                             But please...                                        Don't leave me.

This is what I want to say. To you. I'd say this with real words from my own lips, but you know how I get tongue-tied sometimes. I lose the seriousness of my tone and I look away. Away from you. I break the sincerity of my gaze. I break. There will come a day when you will look at me and see everything I don't want you to  see. I'm not sure what that will result in, but I do wish for that day to pass away. Become a distant memory perhaps. You already know that I love you. I already know that you love me. What I do not know is how long this will last. I wish for the feelings to last forever. I wish to marry you under the stars. And we cou

.:Blinded.Ignorance:. Every request for mercy denied Although no rule was defied Ingenuinity of these smiling faces Lying at every word they say I wonder when shall it end This war of words that just began Tomorrow is another day For you to say the words you say These bullets so deadly So loaded with hate Any thoughts of forgiveness..simply mistakes Many can see what you do to me Yet all they do is watch and understand See that I am tortured Within this prison you call a home You tell me I have friends I know that I'm alone. .End.

.:BrokenWings.ForgottenSoul:. ... .Angel'sFall. A bloodied body lay beneath the shadow of an unlit streetlamp. It had two wings, although both were torn in too many places. Whatever clothing the being wore was ripped, bloody, and indistinguishable from what it must've looked like before the battle from whence the maiden came. Yes, it was a maiden. Her silvery hair fell upon her closed eyes making her look like a fallen angel. Her arms were folded across her chest like a shield..she looked as though she had come from battle, but no one really knew. Maybe she did fall from Heaven and could not fly back with her broken wings... Perhaps she

.:The Philter Potion:. Harry Potter sped through the corridors and stairs of Hogwarts, hoping against all hope that he'd reach the dungeons before the bell rang; before Snape could find a reason to take points from Gryffindor. If only he could have an extra burst of speed. And just as he reached the stairs leading down to the Potion Master's classroom – as dreadful as a banshee's wail – the bell rang. "You're late," sneered Snape silkily as Harry closed the door behind himself. "10 points from Gryffindor." Harry was starting to think that he would have been better off had he not ran to the dungeon. At least he wouldn't be tired as hell.

If I Close My Eyes...  >>Maqi  Why does a dead moon have to rise above us every night,     Filling the void with empty promises of falling rain?       How do the abandoned ones sleep at moonset,        Their hearts are still so cold, in so much pain...     Numbed by this unending sense of boredom,      The only option is to close your eyes        Fall with me,         Submit yourself to the arms that embrace you          And then maybe..            You can open your tired eyes to a true sunrise.        Blood-colored is the landscape to which I awake,          Slowly I realize that it was a mistake             For I was lured by