I am enraged. Why must our lives be so difficult? Why must those who are supposed to love us, Hurt us? The idea of you hurting in any way pains me. It fills me with a burning hatred I have long forgotten. To know that you are being beaten down, And treate...
The smell of oranges and roses never ceases to set me back into those years in which I thought I knew happiness. The two together are strange: their scents mingle and twist and frolic in a dance of the beautiful and the divine that I cannot find anywhere...
She makes me so frustrated it’s almost inhuman. I hate that she smells like strawberries and winter and her complexion is the color of rosebuds in springtime. I hate that she looks just as beautiful in my NFL t-shirt as she does in makeup and a Prada dres...
For those of you unaware, this story contains graphic depictions of violence. It is not for the faint of heart. I've rated it EC, but even beyond that, this is not a story that has very much censorship. It may even be a trigger for some. Read at your own...
I do not know where God is sometimes. Olympus above sends no lightening good or bad to any of my cries. What is this heaven that people speak of? A paradise of bliss sent to bandage old warrior wounds. Souls and energy pressed into the wine press to pour...
"Hold on little girl, the end is soon to come... Sick of it all! Sick of it all! They don't understand how sick we are! Sick we are! Of this bottomless pit of lies, behind closed eyes..." -Evanescence, Sick.Philena: You step over me, You shove past me, Li...
They have stolen from us one last time.Tonight is the night we attack and flyAnd they shall pay for this grievous crimeNow is the moment those green bastards die. We hear the mighty sprang as we soarHitting them in clusters and hitting them hardThe loud s...
