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Forbidden in the Night Chapter 1This is a yaoi story (Meaning male x male, boy's love). Don't like, don't read! Any hateful comments will be removed immediately.
Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:
2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth. (Psalm 88:1-8, KJV)
As I read these words from the Bible I picked up from the corpse who lays at my feet, my internal weeping increases. For I to
Journal of Darth Nox Aeterna
Journal Entry 15yrs 1 day After Battle of Coruscant
How long has it been since I last wrote in a journal? Too long I'm beginning to think. So much has happened to me in the past year or so, it's not even funny. The worst of it is that Chalcenia and I have drifted apart. Interesting isn't it? My pureblood lover wanders a way because I fell to the dark side.... Thank goodness Charista brought me back out of it but still.
Everyone on the fleet seems to know that she and I are just. not. together. I can't even walk up to a group of people without them going quiet. Weird, isn't it? Is my personal life on display? Obviously to almost many of my inner circle... save one person. Specifically, one guy who I've seen occasionally working the bar, but never really talked to until now. He's an interesting character- likes to jump around the cantina on the fleet a lot and I think he’s a bit of a flirt. I believe Karmic and Stygus hang around him a lot, but I’ve never had
I remember your laughter
I remember your smile
I remember the journey
I remember being at your house for awhile
I remember the meals
I remember your company
I remember your warmth
I remember you never left me empty
I remember when we were together
I remember the love you gave
I remember the the way you were always there
I remember the card games we played
I remember the last time I saw you on the Island
I remember the last we chatted about life on the mainland
I remember going to Dundas and hearing your voice
I remember being and your presence and how much I rejoiced
I remember the day I received the text
I remember when I was told
I remember the day you were laid to rest
Now you rest in Halifax
Vengence is Mine Chapter 2
" I'm now a free man! Another round on me," Shouted Arrunet.
The cantina roared with cheers and laughter. I finally got the old man out of my hair, He thought as he smirked and looked over at his brother and sister across the table. "What's with you guys? We don't have a Darth hunting us down anymore. He was never really our father; I mean he was our biological, but he never loved us nor cared for us," he said as he finished his sixth shot of Corellian whiskey.
"I know why you are happy Arrunet," Surn paused and sipped on his gorksin ale,"but I don't think we should celebrate his death."
Alfirin brooded over her Ale, keeping a watchful eye over the rowdy cantina. "I'd like to celebrate with you, but I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right," she added, "Besides, even if he was a terrible person, he's still our father. Celebrating his death just doesn't sit well with me."
"You guys are no fun, I don't know why I bring you al
Robot Chicken of the Old Republic 2
Serea walks into Slippery Slopes cantina on Nar Shadaa.
Serea: Hey, bar tender, get me some Tarisian Ale!!
Bar Tender: Here you go, my Lord.
Serea: *SIGHS* How many ways can I tell people to call me miss or Serea when I'm in a cantina?
Bar patron: Try not bringing your lightsabre next time....
Serea: *turns to look* Dunamis! What the heck are you doing here?
Dunamis: -__- Having a drink... What else would I be doing?
Serea: *looks at his beverage* Cola?
Dunamis: Yes, because unlike some of us, I don't believe in making a fool out of myself via getting intoxicated.
Serea: *takes her drink* Yeah, right. I bet you don't drink cause it only takes one drop of a mere cocktail or margarita to drink you under the table!
Dunamis: *glares at her*Not true, I can hold my liquor. I just choose not to.
Serea: Heh, I'll believe that when I see it!
Dunamis: *finishes cola* Is that a challenge?
Serea: *looks him in the eye* What if it is?!
Dunamis: Bar tender, get me two Tarisian Ales!!!
Robot Chicken of the Old Republic 1
Serea gets a call from Mian.
Serea: Ah, Mian, what are you doing contacting me?
Mian: Just to say hi and how are you, and that our new immortal buddy is weird and not too bright...
Serea: Oh no... What happened this time?
Mian: Well, he decided to play the dumb ass card and kill Durgoth in a crowded cantina in the middle of Coruscant... and now, cause of that, pub soldiers swarmed him or something like that and he's now in jail...
Serea: Sigh! I see... Mian, be a sweetie and go bail him out. *hangs up*
Mian: Really? Really?! Sigh... Ok, I'll go bail him out...
Finds Dunamis in jail on Coruscant.
Mian: Well, well, well, if it isn't Darth Riot-starter!
Mian: Glaring?! Really?!!!! You get yourself into this, and I out of the goodness of my heart come to bail you out and all you do is glare?!!!!
Dunamis: Just shut up and get me OUTTA HERE!!!
Mian: Not til you say please.
Dunamis: What?! Don't be ridiculous. Now bail. Me. OUT!
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
Call of the Seabound Coasts
Call of the Seabound Coasts to Emily of New Moon Theme
The waves crash against the rocks
The sea moves with the tide
The white sand meets red cliffs
This is my home
My heart is in the sea
My eyes search for the rolling hills
My skin longs for the salty sea air
My lungs wish to take in the air of the harbour
As I look to the East
My heart calls for home
When I see red in the morning
I heed the sailor's warning
When I swim in the pool
I am at home in the water
When I see fish when I shop
I remember how fresh they used to taste
I miss the harbour and sea bound coast of Halifax
I yearn for the Sand Dunes of Cavendish and Stanhope
I am drawn to the dark and dreary mountains of Nova Scotia
I long for the red cliffs of Prince Edward Island
When can I come to you again?
When can I see you again?
Will you heave a sigh and wish for me, Nova Scotia
I will return to you again, my Island
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