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All these years I've been there for you Mean nothing after all All these tears I have shed for you Waiting for the end And now the day has come You've decided you no longer need me I'm left to cry in vain I want to cry out your name But I don't speak No, I don't speak I stand there silently Watch you fall away from me From me All the time I've prepared for this Cannot soothe my pain All my trying to steel myself Can't keep me from breaking For now the day has come You've decided you no longer care for me I'm left to cry in vain I need to cry out your name But I don't speak No, I don't speak I stand there silently Let you fall away from m

each of my phrases attempts you- ghostly arms feeling for your insatiable, unsightable presence the world takes words makes them motion testing their breath upon the water these ones, they feel real enfolding in your insatiable, unsightable grasp

The No No No No No No No No No! List of Myst "do's" and "do nots" 1. Red or Blue pages are not suitable substitutes for toilet paper. 2. Neither are Journals. 3. It is not nice to replace the red pages in the red prison book, and then rip them out while laughing maniacally. 4. Matches that are found in a safe are only to be used for starting the boiler. 5. Graffiti will not be tolerated. 6. Linking books are not Frisbees. 7. Linking books are not to be read. 8. Linking books will not try to stab you. 9. In the event that a prison book talks to you, please ignore its advice. 10. I shall not eat the berries found in Edanna. 11. Nor

Tiny, furry paws scamper around the house; Holding my breath, my heart melts when they mew! Mischievous tails whip about; A black Calico and a tiny Persian, together, sing their sweetest song. Other cats come around, faces sweet and mild; I wish I could keep them all, but I may only have two! I select the Calico and his Persian sister; With a sad smile, I leave the shelter, my journey home long. I first stop at a store, to buy my darlings food; Selecting the Meow Mix, I hum their jaunty tune! Grabbing a scratching post, I made haste to the checkout; Paying for my purchase, I leave the store. Returning to the car, I see my darling play;

Book 87: Loki's Gospel And now, a reading from the Book of Socks, Chapter 47, Verse 12, Line 8, Row 9, Seats C and D: And the Jester, humble servant of the Lord God Loki, did despair. And yea, the Lord God Loki spake unto the Jester, saying "Goest thou to the Land of Capitalism, where the multitudes walketh the endless Hallways of Crowding. Goest thou and wander among the multitudes, and be as they. Speakest thou not unto the multitudes, for they wilst murmur and pay thee no heed, until thou shalt purchase items and truly be as they." And the Jester spake unto the Lord God Loki, saying "What is my mission, Lord Loki?" And the Lord God Lok

    I once poked my finger into the flame of a candle. I'm not really sure why I did it, but I did. It was my sixth or seventh birthday, I can't quite remember which, and I was sitting on my mother's lap staring at the cake on the table in front of me. The candles were lit and everyone started singing that silly 'Happy Birthday' song I've always found rather annoying, but I didn't really hear it this time around; I was too busy staring into the flames flickering on the top of those little sticks of wax. I then decided to lift my hand up and stick one of my fingers into the fire. It just seemed like the thing to do.    Truth is, I've always

Darlings, you both make me feel like a fool— one: a lovesick, vomiting feathers to make wings. The Other: a flawed creature with a vast heart. But my veins are a fragile blue reminder: “Beloved” I am to you both, no matter how odd or how undeserving I feel of the name. . There are predators who have sought to shred my wings, and they’ve succeeded, while I bled for them like a fool. But You’ve ever been the one who’s name hung on my lips like medicine—no matter how unpleasant, odd, or potentially addictive. You whispered “Beloved’ and pumped blood through my heart. . Gentle lo