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Forbidden in the Night Chapter 3==== The Monster's POV ===
I awoke from a very comfortable sleep as the morning sun hit my eyes. I glanced around the room with a smile- it was beautiful and big. But then I remembered what I was and how people would soon see me. I avowed to sneak out without causing much trouble, for I didn't want to bring death to a household that attempted to be kind to me. After all, my revenge is against my creator, not Henry or his household.
I glanced down at the Bible I collected from my last victim. I don't know why I picked it up- perhaps to find comfort in the Creator of my creator; perhaps to get some illusion of love, now that the being who was supposed to love me was destroyed; or perhaps it was to sympathize with those who felt betrayed by the One who was supposed to protect them? Either way, I left it behind as I quickly got up and prepared myself to head out.
When I heard the door open, I sighed a bit of an ugly sigh. So much for sneaking out I thought to myself as I turned around. I w
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!!!
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
Stereotypical SuicideSuicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a family,
Nobody who lives for their care,
Nobody who wants them around,
Nobody who helps them through life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has friends,
Not a person there for a simple hug,
Not a person existing for a reassuring look,
Not a person around to leave the words,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a home,
No place to live and feel happy in so,
No place to live without leaving again,
No place to live to avoid the truth,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a love,
Nothing there to hold them in warm arms,
Nothing there for a kiss to remember,
Nothing there to be a greatness in life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a someone,
"Don't do it - for your family
They mean nothing to me anymore,
"Don't do it - for your friends"
Friends? What friends? They don't exist,
"Don't do it - what about home
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
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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