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<u><i>An extract: 1 of the short stories I've written:</i></u></h3>
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<b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Name:</b> Sinclair Covington<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Age:</b> Forgotten<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Life-mate:</b> Blaine Covington<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">My Beloved Children:</b><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Livia Covington<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Ember Covington<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Tristan Covington<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Race:</b> Vampire<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Appearance:</b><div style="padding: 0px;">
<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Sinclair stands roughly five foot, eight inches. She is slender, and well toned with muscles lacing her limbs - though not muscular enough to make her unattractive. She has long silken locks of the deepest shade of night, that falls in waves of black down her spine. Nestled within her features are a pair of eyes that are a captivating shade of violet. Her lips are full, and the perfect shade of rose petals, and hidden behind those lips, are two sharp ivory fangs.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></div>
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">History:</b><div style="padding: 0px;">
<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />It was the year of 1735, when King Louis XV was in rule, and disease was strong throughout the commoners of Paris. There was no cure in this age for the diseases that filled the streets, most that fell ill ended up dying within days -or if they were lucky- weeks after being infected. One such victim of smallpox was the family of Sinclair Brooks. Her mother, father and her little brother were all wiped out by the disease, leaving Sinclair all alone.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />By this stage, Sinclair had already begun her service at the Queens side. She had been there for a year now, and already she had become quite close with her fellow “Lady's in waiting” and the other -lesser- workers at court. The skill that the queen valued within the female was her voice, though when she was not required to sing for the queen, Sinclair was attending the Queens every need. Some days she was lucky enough to attend upon the queen at parties, and others she was left behind to fix, or modify the queens clothing, among other things.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When Sinclair was not within the palace, attending to the queen -which was only one night a week, when the queen was away- she could be found at the little establishment called “Night's Pleasures.” Which was located in the commoners district. Within this establishment, Sinclair became another, she became; “Angel” the Goddess of verbal pleasures -or so the males referred to her as- and sang tunes that even the most unruly, and aggressive male would weep at the sound of her voice. Due to her position at court, she had to disguise herself when working at Night's Pleasures, just in case any would recognize her for who she really was.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Sinclair was happy, and content within her own life. She enjoyed serving the Queens needs, and singing at Night's Pleasures when she could. Though she was alone in the world, she enjoyed it. Sinclair was someone that was shy, and preferred to keep her own company outside of her daily duty’s, though she also enjoyed the pleasure of singing in front of a crowd of males -especially seeing as she knew her own worth, and knew that she could get what she wanted from them with only a small flirtatious action. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></div>
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />That was until, He came along, and changed everything. Sinclair was on stage singing like she did every Saturday night when he walked into the establishment. He was tall, and handsome and kept to himself within the shadows at the back of the room. And even though she was slightly blinded by the stage lights, and couldn't make out his profile properly, she could tell that there was something mysterious about the male. Almost like he was waiting for something, or someone that never came into the building.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Throughout her performance, Sinclair's gaze continued to drift toward the male, and each time her eyes met with his, she felt her heartbeat flutter erratically within her chest, almost making her forget the words she was singing amidst the sensations he was bringing to life within her. And each time his gaze would lock onto hers, she felt as if he was looking through her, seeing something that was invisible to the naked eye.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Somehow she managed to get through her songs, without incident, and as she was leaving the stage, she cast one last fleeting look at the male, only to see that he was watching her, with a small smile adorning his lips. At that sight, her legs got tangled within the curtains framing the stage, and she stumbled, catching herself against another performer as she disappeared backstage. The other girls laughed at her, causing her to flush furiously, before being shushed by the stage manager. With embarrassment visible within her flushed cheeks, Sinclair dashed into her dressing room to hide from the laughing performers.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />For a while she just sat there, in front of her mirror with her head in her hands, uncomprehending what had just happened, before there was a small knock at the door. She was still dressed in her stage costume as she went to crack the door open slightly to investigate who was there. A moment before she opened the door, she suddenly remembered the mysterious male, and thought that maybe he had followed her backstage, though when the person behind the door became visible she was sorely disappointed. It was merely her manager coming to compliment her upon her performance and to give her the earnings for the evening.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When her manager departed, Sinclair went about changing out of her stage clothes. She had her court appointed outfit neatly folded up upon the spare chair, and once she was dressed properly, she grabbed her bag and emerged from her dressing room. There were various other actresses flitting here and there as she headed towards the back door. Some of them glanced at her, smirking and whispering about what had transpired earlier, but for the most part Sinclair ignored their snide remarks, kept her head held high, and kept her eyes locked upon the door.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When she reached the door, Sinclair did not even look back when she opened it. A burst of cool wind gushed in, upsetting the females behind her. A small satisfied smirk played across her lips as she pulled her coat tighter around her, before stepping out into the cool, empty night. She muttered something about the girls deserved having the door permanently open when her voice ceased suddenly.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />There, leaning against the wall shrouded in a floor length leather coat, was the very male her thoughts had conjured up. For a moment she just stood there, with her mouth fully open before slamming it closed, and stammering out a surprised hello. He didn't say anything in response, content to watch her silently as she stumbled over her words. She enquired if he was waiting for one of the dancers inside, and he finally responded.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He was actually there to see her, and wished to compliment her upon her amazing voice. He stated that he spoke to the establishment's owner, and found out that she would be walking home by herself, and that he wished to offer his company for the trip back. His reasons behind offering was simply because it was late, and that it wasn't safe for a young beautiful woman to be walking by herself throughout the streets of Paris.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Sinclair accepted his offer, mostly because she felt drawn to the male. He seemed to invoke the dangerous side of her, and though she should decline, she found herself with her arm linked with his, and walking into the busy quiet streets of Paris. The walk back to the palace was long, but with his presence it seemed to be over far to quickly. Throughout the walk they spoke of inconsequential things, well actually she spoke of them, he mostly was quiet, content to let her ramble.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Before to long they were at the gates of the palace and it was time for them to part ways. She questioned if he lived within the city, and he said that he was only passing through. Even though that information brought a pang of disappointment, she asked if she would see him again. With a smile lifting the corners of his lips, he said that she might. And after bowing to kiss her hand gently he excused himself, and disappeared into the night.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />After that night, Sinclair couldn't get him off her mind. She thought about him in those waking hours before falling asleep, and even during the days when she was attending to the Queen. She remembered talking to the other ladies in waiting about the male, trying to see if they knew who he was, but they did not know either. She didn't hear, or see the male again throughout the week, and grew slightly sullen.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When she returned to Night's Pleasures the following Saturday, she was surprised, and relieved to see him once again sitting at the back of the room while she performed. A sensation of relief continued to swell within her each time she would see a courtesan within the establishment being turned away by him, and after her performance he was once again waiting for her outside to walk her home.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />This routine went on for a few months, and even though she didn't know anything about him, she felt feelings for him blossom within her. She grew excited at the prospect of seeing him again, and immensely enjoyed the few stolen moments they could grab before she returned to the palace.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />At least four months after their first encounter, when they were walking back to the palace, Sinclair asked if she might be able to see him outside of their walks, and with a smile adorning his lips, he accepted. They made a date for the following Saturday night -Night's Pleasure's would be closed for the night- and with that, they once again parted ways.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The following Saturday couldn't have come quick enough for Sinclair. Though she completed each of her duties for the Queen, she was very distracted with thoughts of the coming date. Anticipation made her sloppy, and careless. She had almost forgotten to attend upon the Queen on Saturday, for she was so consumed by the coming night. After being subjected to a lecture from the Queen's high ranking Lady in Waiting, Sinclair dashed off to get ready for the night ahead.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She didn't know where it was that he was going to take her that night, so she had trouble finding something suitable to wear, but in the end she settled for an elegant multi layered dress, with a corseted top. Her hair she piled upon the top of her head in a messy bun, with a few stray locks cascading down her spine. Over her bare shoulders she draped a silken shawl, that had red sequins stitched within the material. Though the dress looked expensive, it actually wasn't. She had designed it herself a few years back.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She met up with him at the gates of the palace, and from there they began to walk down the streets. It was only early in the evening, so there were still people traversing the city, but as they continued to walk, the lines of people began to thin as the cold air settled over the town. Even though Sinclair had no idea where they were heading, she could tell that they were heading towards the high class area of the city. Sinclair wasn't poor, but she wasn't rich either. So being within this part of town was completely new to her.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She gazed around her surroundings in complete awe. There were no beggars littering the streets, nor was there any signs of waste polluting the air. It was quite the contrast to the streets she normally frequented, but she shouldn't have been surprised. As they walked she once again spoke of things to fill the silence, before falling silent as they reached their destination. Her eyes bulged slightly as she identified the building they were currently standing in front of, and with a sharp intake of breath, she shifted her gaze towards the male.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He smiled down at her, nodding at her question about this building being the theatre. Sinclair had never been to a theatre production before, sure she had been on stage at Night's Pleasure's, but it was nothing compared to famous acts of Opera. Shivering with anticipation, the pair entered the theatre, and was directed to their seats.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />As it turns out, he was fairly rich. He managed to secure seats within the top boxes that lined the walls of the large room, which were situated to give a clear view of the stage. They had a room all to their selves, and began to watch the play in silence. Part way through the production, he had draped his arm around her shoulders, the movement giving her a jolt of happiness, and with a movement that was laced with hesitation, she shifted closer, leaning into his touch willingly.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The play ended with Sinclair's eyes watering. It was so touching and amazing that she was overcome with such strong emotions, that rendered her in tears. She thanked him for taking her there, and after he questioned if she was okay, they exited the theatre, with her talking enthusiastically about the production. Pure pleasure and enjoyment laced her every word. She didn't take much notice to where they were heading, but when they turned from the street, and entered the little courtyard of a two-story apartment, Sinclair inquired as in to what they would be doing for the rest of the evening. Leaning into him with a almost 'come hither' gleam within her violet eyes.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />His response was to sweep her off her feet, and press her firmly against the wall, kissing her roughly, yet gently. She responded to the kiss after a moment of startled astonishment, but before she could respond further, he had placed her back upon her feet, and said that she would have to wait and see, a small laugh following his words. Blushing furiously, she entered his home smiling from ear to ear. Before long they were seated within the living room, before a roaring fire, with a small table filled with cheeses, biscuit, cold meets, and some fruits, along with two glasses of wine resting upon it's surface.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The night progressed without incident. They laughed, and spoke of the future with the fire burning brightly within the hearth. Sinclair spoke of one day being a famous singer, though knew that it wouldn't happen. He didn't really speak of what he wanted from the future, except for wanting her in every aspect of the word, and though she didn't fully understand his meaning, she flushed at the prospect, and commented that she would like that.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The next week passed swiftly without incident. She had a bounce to her step, and a smile continuously upon her features. The other ladies in waiting made comments about her happy mood, but she didn't bite back, happily to accept their playful nature with teasing of her own. The next time she was at Night's Pleasure's though, her mood took a turn for the worst. She was so excited to see him again, but when she emerged onto the stage, she looked out to see that his normal spot by the door was empty. That night he did not come in at all, and when she had finished her performance, and left the establishment, she found that he wasn't waiting for her by the back door either.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Saddened, and a little hurt Sinclair began her lonely journey back to the palace, when there was a disturbance within a side alley. Fear flowed through her as she glanced down the darkened alley, though there was nothing her eyes could see. Whatever it was though, it didn't bode well, so listening to her instincts, she hurried away. Though whatever it was began to follow her. At first she didn't notice anything amiss, but after a few blocks she started getting the feeling that someone was following her.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Stumbling over her own feet, she glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was there, but all she saw was shadows. Swearing softly, she continued to hurry toward the palace, though when she was mere streets away from her destination, a commotion to the left of her halted her footfalls. Fear bloomed within her as she turned to look to her left, and there, half hidden within the shadows was an unfamiliar male. She could tell that he was heavily intoxicated, and by the way that he was leering at her, very dangerous.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She tried to turn away, to continue on her way home, but found that her way was blocked by another person. Gasping she glanced around her to find that there were two other males coming out of the shadows to block her path from each direction. Cringing deep inside, Sinclair hugged her coat closer to her body, and asked them what they wanted. Smirking, they stated that they wanted a taste of the 'Goddess of vocal pleasure's.'<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Sinclair doesn't recall what happened after that, for her memory was either shot, or she repressed it. She only remembered feeling a white hot pain radiating throughout her body, and a sensation of wanting to die. Whatever transpired through those dreadful minutes though, was enough for her to fall to the ground quaking. There was warm liquid seeping from the wounds upon her flesh, and her head pounded fiercely from a blow she didn't remember receiving. Her body was broken, and she knew that death was swiftly approaching for her.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Accepting her rapidly approaching fate, Sinclair curled up upon the ground, as her thoughts turned inwards. The feel of the cool cobblestone bit deep within her exposed flesh, but the pain was forgotten now. Just a distant memory as blackness came to claim her. She still remembers hearing those males laughing ruefully, and catcalling foul words towards her prone body. Though in the moment when she had drawn into herself, she didn't notice a commotion starting around her.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The males that had harmed her, were all of a sudden screaming, and fighting some invisible force, that she couldn't see. The last thing Sinclair remembered before darkness claimed her was the voice of an angel -or so she thought in her delirious state. He spoke words she couldn't comprehend, and a sense of acceptance settled over her. In her current dying state, she thought it was an angel that had come to help her transition into the afterlife, and before she was taken by the void of nothingness, her last thoughts were of the male she had fallen for. With a small content smile playing across her bleeding lips, she became unconscious.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When Sinclair regained consciousness once more she was within a warm bed, with a lone candle burning low upon the bedside table to her right. Still slightly delirious, she glanced down to see that she was wearing an unfamiliar gown, and there was no wounds upon her body. For a moment she thought the previous night was but a bad dream, and that she was safe within her own bed, but when her gaze drifted around the room she became sharply aware something was off - she wasn't in her room and she wasn't alone.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Sitting partially shrouded in the darkness, he sat watching her. When her eyes focused upon him, she was able to see him more clearly then she had ever before been able to. And there was an aroma surrounding him that she never detected before. Frowning she asked in a croaky voice what had happened, and he told her. As it turned out, it has been three days since the incident upon the street, and there was something in the way he spoke to her, looked at her, that informed her that something wrong had transpired.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Licking her dry lips before she spoke, something within her mouth stopped any words from coming out. Her partially dry tongue darted across two sharp points nestled between her teeth, just as he rose to approach her. All words left her as she gazed up at him. He looked different, less pale, and more flushed. His eyes were darker than normal, and there was this otherness about him that she couldn't decipher. As fear flooded her body, she leapt up from the bed, and almost fell over from the sudden rush of dizziness she felt. She gazed back at the bed, then down at herself thinking that she had risen far more swiftly than she should have been able too.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Turning her accusing gaze upon him, she asked what he had done to her. And all he said in response -with his eyes lowered to the ground- was that he saved her life. Terrified of what he meant, Sinclair moved to look at herself within the mirror, a gasp of shock the only sound she made at what she saw. There within the mirror was her, that was true, but it wasn't her at the same time. It was almost like there was a stranger staring back out at her. A stranger with pale skin, and deep endless violet eyes. A stranger wearing her features, that had two ivory fangs visible within her open mouth.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The only thing she could think of, was the creature within the play she had seen many nights ago now. The creature had fangs also, and was feeding upon helpless mortals, before being slain by the hero. One word left her stunned lips. [b]Vampire[/b]. She turned back to stare at him, her anger, and fear filling her with a strength that was foreign to her. He tried to calm her, to soothe her by saying that everything was going to be okay. That he only did what he did in order to keep her from dying. He wasn't apologetic about it either, and kept saying that he couldn't watch her die, and that he cared about her too much to see her hurt.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Shaking her head in disbelief, Sinclair approached him, slapping his face and cursing him for what he done to her, before fleeing the man she had such feelings for. He tried to stop her, to make her return to the house but she didn't stop. She didn't know where she was headed, nor where she was, but she continued to walk till her hunger stilled her movements. It was a shock at first, feeling the insatiable thirst coming over her, but once she identified it, she was repulsed and within moments she was running again.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />For months she continued to run from who she was. Despising what she had become, and denying the thirst filling her. She tried to kill herself quite a few times, but never was able to do it successfully. She even tried standing out in the sun, but the self preservation instinct overcame her, and she fled from the deadly light. Sinclair was weak, and with each passing day she grew weaker. She tried to feed on animals, but nothing seemed to work.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />That was, until one night she was stumbling weakly though the forest. Before now, she made an effort to stay away from inhabited places, fearful that she would accidentally kill someone and be consumed by the thirst, but this night she was so consumed by her hunger that she did not pay heed to where she was, or what she was following. Something upon the night air drew her forward, compelled her to seek out it's source, and made her mouth water with longing. There was no way she could stop herself. Once she had caught the scent, her instincts took over, and it wasn't until afterwards that she became aware of what she had done.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />As consciousness dawned upon Sinclair once more, she gazed around her to see a camp fire overturned, and there laying prone at her feet was the still form of a human being. At once she knew what had happened, and waited for the remorse to fill her, but instead she was filled with life, and a feeling that she never felt before. Power. She was once again strong. Stronger than she had ever been, and there was fire within her once more. Her bloodstained lips quirked at the sides, and her eyes gleamed with a new found power.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />From that night on, Sinclair did not fight the hunger. Instead she embraced it, and found that she enjoyed it immensely, and when she fed regularly, she found that she was able to compel mortal males to do what she wished, and that after each feeding, she found that she retained some part of the mortals within her -almost like it was their soul. Finally for the first time since she woke as a vampire, Sinclair was content with what she was. She killed for the thrill of it, and traversed the country side, relishing the hunt.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />It wasn't until some years later that she stumbled upon the Death Valley, and found other creatures like herself housed there. At first she was wary of being there, but after wandering around for a few weeks, and meeting others like her, Sinclair found that she liked it there. At first she prayed that her Sire was not within the ranks of vampires that haunted this valley, but after thinking it over for a while she realized that she longed to see him again. That she actually missed him. So with a new purpose, she scoured the entire city searching for him, sadly though, to no avail.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Feeling slightly discouraged by this, Sinclair contemplated returning to her old life, in order to find him, but after deliberating on that, she realized that he would have been long gone. Probably found another, elsewhere. Though she was saddened by the thought, Sinclair concocted a new plan. She mused the possibilities of him coming to find her. Maybe if she built a foundation, who's name was whispered within every shadow, he might realize that it was her, and seek her out. Or so she hoped.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So with a new determination, she began to rise within Death Valley, and spent countless years building Crimson Nights. Fighting continuously between the other covens to raise her holding standings, and after many long years, she succeeded. Crimson Nights was now one of the most renowned, feared, and respected holdings within Death Valley, and it is here, she now resides. She still hopes that one day her Sire will return to her, but for now she contents herself with running Crimson Nights, and making her name known throughout the Valley.</b></b></b></center>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When did we forget our dreams? The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking. And i'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over. And we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts. Each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us. And no, I don't have all the answers, I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It does not involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can. When you ask me to act more "normal" I will kindly respond with: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="background-color: white;"><br /></i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890649017131380359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397403377391375039.post-46640731582758603312013-11-08T19:02:00.001-08:002013-11-08T19:02:04.944-08:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><u>Summers Love...</u></i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">It was in the month of May</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">On a hot summer day</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">When i spoke my feelings to her in gay</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">By thinking of, might she pay</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Maybe she will regard my feeling</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Maybe she will light up my feeling</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">By listening, she smiled</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">She crackled and moved lips to say</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Oh! My dear! Please stay</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">And let me to God ‘Pray</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">After waiting thousand days</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">You have show me rays</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">I don’t wanna say no</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">And let our love seed to be sow</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">In the garden of love</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">With the sprinkling of dew</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Summer days are few </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">So let me of you </span></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890649017131380359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397403377391375039.post-64651107060290411942013-11-08T18:26:00.002-08:002013-11-08T18:26:31.021-08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><u>Here's my second collection of poems</u></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><u><br /></u></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><u><br /></u></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><u>Fine Again</u></i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">We say everyday is a new day, </span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">But we still wake up with the memories of the previous day.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Some keep grudges on others for what happened in past, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">While some keep pursuing their chance at bliss, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">In the end, we are just ruining our present.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">If only, the world would accept the fact and be patient, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">The grudges wouldn't haunt our souls, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Impatient souls to attain bliss wouldn't exist, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">The present wouldn't be wasted, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">The world would be a better place.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">The drama in life is an infinite loop, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">And the only end is death.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">With time, people mature and move on, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Whether its too late or lost forever, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">A part of heart still beats for it.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">And in the end, everyone is fine, </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Or should I say, "Everyone is fine AGAIN".</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><u><i>Gone Forever...</i></u></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">The hardest thing in life</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">is to say goodbye</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">to someone you love so much</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">that it is killing you inside</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">to see them go forever and never</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">see them again</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">till the day you die</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">it makes you break out and cry</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">you try to stop but your heart</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">doesn't let you stop</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">letting all the tears fall from your eyes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">while you remember the times you had</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">that were good and bad</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">you look up and ask god why me</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">why did he have to die</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">I feel all this pain inside</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">without him I am nothing</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">but in a lot of heartache</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">that will never go away</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">till I see and see him again</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">but I will always hold him</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">in my heart</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">with dreams of us together</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">till I awoke in tears</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">of missing him so much</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">that it hurts so bad </span></span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><u>Sin...</u></i></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">A black sin cloud stain</span></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Showers at me like rain</span></i><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">That was irremovable</span></i><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">No detergent nothing</span></i><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">A thunder came like drain</span></i><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">This took the sin from brain</span></i><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Mind is empty from stain</span></i><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;">Now my life is a free train</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><u><br /></u></i></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890649017131380359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397403377391375039.post-40091002097997345722013-11-08T17:50:00.000-08:002013-11-08T18:27:11.975-08:00<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><u>My collection of poetry:</u></span></i><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><u><br /></u></span></i></span>
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><u>Emotions</u></span></i></span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Bruises fade but the scars stay </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Why do i always feel this way? </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">My eyes are puffy and red from crying </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Sometimes i wish i was dying </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I know the truth is worse </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">But i still have the blade in my purse </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">You always find a way to put me down </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Sorry I'm not the type to wear a crown </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I'm going to end up going crazy </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">i just haven't been the same lately </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">i can only take so much </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">i don't even remember your touch </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I have no reason to believe in your love </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Bless our friends and family up above. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I'm sorry to say this, but you know its true! </span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><u>Empty</u></span></span></i><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>I used to love so much before</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>he's the one that i adore</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>but the ending, </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>is not what I've been expected for</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>knock! Knock! on the door</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>my heart won't open anymore.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>I've groans and moans after all these years</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>I've to runaway from all those fears</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>hide my face away from my tears</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>its hurt so much to be this sincere</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>i tried to cover up all my pain</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>all i feel is much the same</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>for this emptiness running through my vein</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 21px;"></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>cause me to live forever in vain </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><u>Feeling Of Love</u></span></i></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I must be crazy, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">And maybe I dream too much-</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">But when I think of you, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I think of love.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Love so real, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Love so true-</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I hope you can feel</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">My love for you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">But I've faced fear, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Had my share of pain-</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Cried tears over the years, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">And all were in vain.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Its hard to explain, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">But I will try-</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">I dont want our love</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">To pass us by.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">No matter what you do, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">No matter where you go-</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">My heart is with you, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Just thought you should know. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">My tears fade, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">My heart sits still, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">If only I could die, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">From one poisonous pill.</span></span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">And close my eyes, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Get away from it all, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Leave it all behind, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Take my last final fall.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Freeze into a sleep, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">That is carelessly eternal, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Break away from, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">The things of maternal.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Lock myself in, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">A body that can't wake, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Be free from pain, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">That I can barely take.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Shut down my heart, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">So it will no longer beat, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Shut the connection, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">From my head to my feet.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Stop my tears, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">From falling from my eyes, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Show my true reflection, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Throw away my disguise.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Stop my wounds, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">From opening more and more, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Finally forever close, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">All of my trapped doors.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Lighten the dark, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Bring out the sun, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Stop all of my rain, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">And bring to life the real fun.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Cascade my dreams, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">The ones that didn't come true, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">And finally now, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">To start coming through.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">To let go, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">And finally, finally fall, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; 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Pandora's Kiss</h2>
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</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Crystal tears drown under the best velvet distinctive feel.
A Ghostly feel that lead into a clear diamond road.
I found myself seduced down an Ancient Silk Caravan path,
There she hid behind the golden stones she built around her heart.
She was a white gem against the deepest night.
She spoke Latin words upon this dreamy sky.
Her eyes were deep and the size of my mother’s midnight pearls.
I fell in to the stare of her bedroom eyes.
Wishing to taste the sweetness of her coconut milk fragrance.
She lowers the cloak to reveal the beauty in her black pearly eyes.
Raven hair under her soft sensual disguise.
Her lips redder than the violet rays of the sunset.
She buried her beauty, and then exposed what’s under the cloak.
Soon, her body turned into rot and bones.
Her fingers pointed towards another path,
A rugged road of stones and pearls.
I took a blade and press it against my skin,
Concealing my life shut, after she revealed all my forbidden sins.
Her lip, her eyes, her pearly grin, my last vision as my blood drew thin.
A sweet kiss of death before I fell into the eyes of Pandora’s Spell.</span></span></pre>
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<u><i>Entraced</i></u></h2>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">S</span><i>un shine beats down upon my face, as the whispy wind whips through my hair and face. My sister Callie is in the grassy area skipping and giggling while I sat against a large shady willow tree, reading. My mother was in the house humming tunelessly to the radio, my father in the garage working on his broken car.</i></span></span></span><i><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Hello birdie, would you like some birdie seeds too eat?" Callie giggled happily toward a blue bird that flew toward a tree near her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">The bird began to sing, as if it was actually speaking too her. I smiled and returned reading. Callie is eleven, with a wild imagination. She is sweet and pretty, with her long thick brown locks of wavy hair, piercing green eyes, a round faces, and full pale pink lips, and pink little cheeks...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">My names Judith and I am not as pretty as my sister, with my dark straight hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes, and full pale lips, not as pretty... I'm only sixteen and one of the strangest things about me is that I'm a....</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Vampire.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">The girl stared at me with curiosity; her blue eyes marked my every move, her blonde hair whipped against the chilling wind. Her eyes narrowed as I took a step toward her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">A smile crept from the corner of my lips, she's not going to run or escape. I've got her trapped and cornered.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"You've lost this time darling..." I said</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">A flirty smile played on her lips. "I don't think so..." She whispered; her fangs popped out from under her gums, she ran her tongue over the sharp end of her fangs.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I smiled and raised my hand; I felt the warmth of heat coming toward my palm; that's when the ball of fire came to view. Her eyes widen and she swallowed loudly.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Your a dragon..." She whispered in shock, her blue eyes seemed as if fear had crept within them.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I shrugged as if it was nothing, "And your a vampire, goody for me."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">She frowned and took a step toward me, I smiled. Yes, that's it come a little closer...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I flicked the fire ball toward her, she was running ahead of me, but the ball of fire was already after her, and when the fire made connection with her hair; she erupted in flames, she let out screams of agony, curses and grieves. I juat laid back against the wall in the ally she had been in; it smelled of death, the flames were purple. For some strange reason when I kill a vampire the flames always come out purple, werewolves orange, demons are scarlet, ice dragons are piecring blue, pixies are pink, witches are green and sorcerers are yellow.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Nice job Gab, you killed that one without breaking a sweat." A pixie voice said behind me. I turned and there stood my older sister Melinda, she's a dragon like me, but she has a different ability from mine, I'm fire and she's a spirit dragon.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Spirit dragons are deadly creature, right along side the fire dragons, spirit dragons have the abillity to suck your sould right out of you or connect with spirits and such. Fire dragons, just burn, and as well sense when fire is missed used badly, such as if the flames were being used for murder, or if the flames were being used for suicide, or I can speak with the flames, but they don't necessarily speak with me like a person. They send me a message in my mind which helps me communicate with them.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Well it's was kind of hard killing her, considering she was actually prettier then most..." I said trailing off. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Melinda laughed and walked toward me; Melinda is eighteen and I'm seventeen, she's the only oone in the family with dark red hair, green eyes, pale skin, flushed pink cheeks, fully rosy lips, a heart shape face, and one of the most muscualr bodies a girl can have. I on the other hand am like the rest of my family; I have shaggy brown hair, light brown eyes, a round face, tanned skin, and full rusty colored lips, and a muscular body.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Well I don't blame you for that, she was actually quite timid so that concludes she's older, or was."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Yeah, so what's Tyler got planned for us?" I asked, Tyler is the leader of our secret society for killing vampires, werewolves, and others such as that, and the usual vampire slayers, oh and Tyler is also Melinda's lover, so she gets in on all the information.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Her green eyes sparkled with happiness at the sound of Tyler's name. "He said we have to go back to the lair, because we have a new job and it's in Colorado.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I nodded and followed her back to the Mercedes she brought with her. I left the vampires ashes there for display to worn others of her kind that we are not afraid to torcher and kill them.</span></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890649017131380359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397403377391375039.post-65180970267562238392013-10-26T15:43:00.003-07:002013-10-26T15:43:41.687-07:00<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Sometimes feelings are hard to express with words and often we find ourselves speechless when in fact we have so much to say.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">♥So here is a poem or two to express the feelings of love! ♥</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">1) </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">You appear and my heart beats faster,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You look at me and I blush,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You smile at me and I melt,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You talk to me and I can hardly breathe,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You touch me and everything around me fades,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You kiss me and I feel I could fly,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You hold me and I know that I love you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> You and I.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">2) </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> </span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">My heart’s flame, rhythmic and soothing warm dance,</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;">Whispers to me about sweet love and romance.<br />You are the essence, the one true source<br />I cannot be anything else but yours …</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;">Passion’s burning flame, like a lance,<br />Pierced my heart at first glance<br />And it blossomed into one true love.<br />It is in this love I become unmistakably whole,<br />The real meaning of life now emanates from my soul.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;">I cannot be anything else but yours,<br />My love for you will never waver,<br />My heart, my soul, my whole being is yours.<br />I love you, my dear, now and forever.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890649017131380359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397403377391375039.post-9379248989988963372013-08-12T06:22:00.000-07:002013-08-12T06:22:58.640-07:00Bound Love, a Death Kiss<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Authors note: This is an extract taken out from my novel to be and I hope to get however many notes; replies; feedback from my readers as they think of...</span><br />
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Prologue<br />
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<strong>Death</strong>. Not many people think, I mean really think who they would want to "be with" or how they would want to "be like", when "they're soul" leaves to join with the one who created all of mankind and beyond. I didn't know anything about death until I began to study philosophy. That was how I learned the truth about Descartes. I'd always thought there should be some meaning behind existence and I mean there is, as many people have different beliefs, even the atheists but me, well even though I believe something myself; im looking for something that proves everything with one swift notion- so far no so great as I get confused between the latest and the earlier; the living and the death ( that's another thing to talk about- the undead and how all these myths have been created, heightened through the modern day authors and film producers- well talk about this in more detail some other time)<br />
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My mother used to tell me that matter was neither created nor destroyed, only transferred. (etm=mc squared) she was filled with old stories and more importantly, theories which she would make me recite back to her, as if she were telling me something about the world but couldn't find the right words. I never gave much thought until she and my father were both killed, but by then it was too late to ask what it had all meant. It wasn't until I enrolled at "Vermont academy" that I began to make sense of who I was fated to become. But first, let me tell you about the strange circumstances surrounding the deaths of my parents, because it was their deaths that set and led off to where I am now.<br />
And because if there's one thing I've learned from my first year at Vermont academy is that sometimes you have to look back in order to understand the things that lie ahead.</div>
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<em>Confessions of the soul! <o:p></o:p></em></div>
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<em>As of late I have had
countless dreams and visions that have been extremely overwhelming, I know this
is due to the fact that I have found this forum and the precious few of the
Fallen, flashbacks and memory surges have been constant, so now I believe I may
have pieced together a very important part of this puzzle we are all trying
solve, it is very hard to make this confession and there may be those who have
a hard time believing, and that is just as well, I myself still question what I
am about to write- but as always we take these things with a grain of salt and
see what transpires...<br />
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I grow tired of this weary existence; I honestly don't think I have much left
to give. I know what has been asked of me, a sacrifice that will end all
suffering and bring unity to all, especially to those who chose hate and
jealousy over love and acceptance. My sister the Star joins me in my quest for
salvation and eternal balance, together we "right the wrongsthat
our twin flames are responsible for, The Fall and Betrayal that started it all.
We were approached by the "Source" and asked to carry out this
insufferable deed, but we both humbly accepted, knowing that in the end we
would all be reunited as family, lovers joining as one after centuries of
painful separation.<br />
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The fog has cleared and the truth of who we are and why we came becomes common
knowledge to all. It was a painful lesson to be learned and I have felt empty
and hollow for so long I'm not sure I would know how to act once face to face
with the Angel who loved me, destroyed me and has spent the last remaining
centuries begging for my forgiveness…After he realized his horrible mistake he
let me glimpse at the love we shared before the Fall, words cannot explain what
we shared and yet I know I need not explain such an emotion the the members
here, each and every one of you have experienced the same love in some way,
shape or form.<br />
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My Angel I speak of is the very one who betrayed us all, the very one who
carried out punishments so vile and cruel, and as he carried out these gruesome
acts he not only managed to punish and curse those he once thought traitors and
beneath him, he in turn punished and cursed himself - through me. I am living
proof of his chastisement and forever dwell in this purgatory that he alone
created - I guess some would call this "Poetic Justice"...<br />
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The very night I found this forum a terrible storm raged outside, he realized
that I would discover a truth that only he wanted to reveal, but it was just as
well that I was informed by the brothers he deceived. I'm sure by now you have
figured out who my Angel is - Michael - and now to reveal the name I was given
at birth - I AM Michele - soul mate to Michael. Where once he betrayed you -
now I redeem you. Yes "Poetic Justice" indeed.<br />
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I guess it would be the same for the soul mates of the rest of the Shadow. We
all have suffered the same fate, some worse than others.</em></div>
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