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UntitledThe stress within me follows my every move,
Throughout these troubled times I see myself as a faint shadow of whom I used to be
Yet in other times I see myself as nothing but a failure to the place from which I come
Not a day goes by that I even look to myself as someone of any value yet I manage to make it through these days just scraping by hoping for the the faintest whiff of what lies over these next hills for they are clouded in a mist full of hatred and despair. I want to enter it, to feel it, for it to consume my entire being. Yet pressing forward in such a manner is not who I truly am.
I must stand my ground and walk this shadowed path winding slowly through the swamps and the trees. A jungle at times it almost feels, but at other times it appears to be quite empty. Like there really isn't anything there that can do me any real harm.
Let the rain fallAs the water falls down
I sit within
All around me it hits gently
Calming Soothing Painful
It hides much within its grace
Yet brakes down the strongest of stone
It speaks gentle words of the world
As I move it changes
Making all different
And all better
FallingTo the ground we all fall, upon this earth we lay our heads
Nothing to catch us but a gentle breeze
We drift about in this life like a leaf in the wind
No true direction, only guesses where we will lay
As we land we make no sound
The earth groans a silent sigh of relief knowing we lay safe upon it
It starts to rain
As we lie in waiting drops land upon us
They roll down our cheeks
Cold trails form on us while they roll over our warm faces
To the point tears and rain become one
Our true emotions show
Where love, hate, sadness, happiness,grief and jealousy combine into a bliss of emotion
We become weightless once again
As we continue to fall we think of our life
What we want in it
With such clarity that all is shown, the veil over our eyes is gone
Only the light shows through
As the earth grows greater in view we slow
With the wind
With the water
We become one
Reapers Of the Living One"Hey jack?" James says in a low tone.
"What James?" as jack replies with the tone of annoyance in his voice.
"Do you still remember you life before we got sent to hell and became reapers of the living?" asked James.
Jack utters to James "yea I remember, I miss it every day. Thanks to you though I got sent to that prison and killed in that explosion!".
Whoa, really? You are blaming that on me? It was you who wanted to make the self sacrifice to save that girl that you loved jack. I gave you a choice, I detonate the nuclear device and you live a life with the girl, or we both go up in the explosion and look like we are heroes. But no, you wanted to look like a hero, well we were never really heroes after we were on the run.
Yea James, I know, but still, it's your fault that we got sent to prison you fucking asshole!
Hey, hey knife slinger. I had to kill off my entire corporation, they were corrupt and having me kill the innocent. Heck we barely had any contact before I went ro
Reapers Of the Living :Benny:First Name: Benny
Last Name: Kalkins
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: White
Cause of Death: Drug Over Dose
Demon Name: Benny
Occupation: Hells Gate Keeper and looks over the reaper program
Normal Attire: White suit from the 70's with a purple silk shirt, has black crow wings
Habits: Randomly showing up at the most inappropriate times for jack and James, Enjoys punishing the dammed as they enter hell, Enjoys dropping his annoying little stalker (Ashley) off with James and jack where she drives them absolutely nuts, always leaves one feather dropping slowly to the ground when he teleports from place to place, Enjoys appearing in front of James when he is getting ready to take his shot on a kill order
Favorite Drink: Dr. Pepper
History: Originally from the 70's he had died due to a drug over does in a club, he was sent to hell because it was categorized as a suicide, Lucifer for some reason greeted him with open arms and made him gate keeper of hell, h
Reapers Of the Living :Jack:First Name: Jack
Last Name: Winston
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: White
Original Occupation: Military analyst
Reason for Imprisonment: Framed by the government
Cause of death: Assisted suicide by James
Demon Name: Hasn't chosen yet
Powers: Can put extreme amounts of kinetic energy into anything he throws, heightened reflexes, super sensitivity, non human speed and agility, the ability to heal within seconds and have no scars, non human strength, teleportation, when he has his demonic powers he is invulnerable to every weapon known to man, can create a weapon from anything he finds
Job Skills: Top Ranked Marksman, Tracking, Explosives Technician, Manufacturing of Weapons, Survival expert, No Remorse, Insanity
Past Training: Ex Navy Seal, Navy Sniper, Navy Explosives Technician
Weakness: Women, caffeine
History: Lost all family at the age of 12, Lived by himself for years in the wilderness staying in the family cab
lessons learned from seven men...- I -
I hate that you issued instructions like Don't put on any weight, you're small so it would really show, at a time when food was already the enemy and starvation felt like feeding the parts of me that were anchorless.
But I love that you showed me that You're so different from anyone I've ever been with actually means We are way too different for this to work and saved me a lot of future heartache.
- II -
I hate that you misunderstood yourself so much that it made you suspicious of everyone around you.
But I love that certain places will always hold magic for me because of the journeys we took together.
- III -
I hate that you walked away from something potentially lovely, if only ever destined to be temporary, because the people who were actually important in your life wouldn't have approved.
But I love that you reminded me that strength of character is a tr
BeautyAs his lips parted from mine, I felt the warmth left by them and tasted his sweet love on the tip of my tongue. Opening my eyes, I looked him and smiled before turning away and blushing, biting my lip. His legs straddled mine as I sat up against the wall and I felt him firm against my crotch, softly and pleasantly touching my clit. This was the happiest I'd ever been and I reached up under his shirt, resting my palm against his chest to feel his rapid heart rate.
"I still got it," I whispered, smiling.
"You never lost it." he muttered before reaching up my top to mirror my action. I felt my face flush as I stroked him lovingly, wondering how I could ever deserve such a wonderful, handsome man. As if he'd read my mind, he leaned forward. Carefully undoing my bra and beginning to massage my breasts, he gently kissed my ear with his lips and said, with a crack of emotion in his voice "you are exquisite...".
I thought about how I felt with him and taking my hand awa
Souljournalists: Week 1, Day 5: MemoirWhoosh! I threw the ball and it hit the loose shingle on the garage roof. I threw it up again, hitting the shingle over and over, as I played a game of basketball against myself.
Or as close as I could get to basketball, given a loose shingle on my grandparents’ garage roof and a grandfather’s indulgent love for his grandchildren. My sister, on the other hand, was never as fond of basketball and was much fonder of chasing me up and down the driveway, me on my bike and her on the electric Barbie car our grandfather had modified to run faster than when it was bought new, and cornered me under a tree so I had to lay still beside my bike so the bees wouldn’t leave their nest and sting me. She also knocked me down a hill on our sled into an electric fence one time, but that was a cold day in the middle of winter, and not a hot summer day under the sun.
As a kid, that driveway seemed far longer than it does when we drive by it now. I guess that’s the way things
Talking Without WordsThere is a point at which you know. There is a time at which you realize that things will never work out the way you want them to. Let’s call it the end of the line.
You just got home from a concert. As you’re going down the stairs to collapse in your bed in exhaustion, and you accidentally bump into her and her friend. You say hello, her friend responds. You get into some pointless discussion as she takes the opportunity to sneak by you, without a word. You say goodnight; she doesn’t respond.
You’re walking down Glouster Road. You just emerged from the Piccadilly Line of the Underground and you’re walking home. You see her walking on the other side of the street, coming towards you. As you glance at her, she looks up at you. You flash her a smile and send her a wave. She keeps walking.
It’s December, the last day of the semester. Time to go to Heathrow, time to go home. You want to say goodbye. So you go to her, and you say goodbye. She says what yo
My New ThingsSo, my viewers now know that "iwtbag" stands for I want to be a girl. I currently own two things of lip gloss, 2 mascara sticks, and a pair of cute black skintight leggings. What else should I get and should I post pictures here?
confessions full of jack 12Confessions are against my nature. I have always been secretive, and nobody needs to see and smell my internal organs. I am only confessing to rid futile information of their power, I am only confessing to make room for real secrets.
Little mannersCover your mouth when you sneeze
Bless you would be the response.
Pardon me, when you squeeze past someone.
Excuse me, is the synonym.
Don't eat with your mouth full
You get your food in others.
Mind your words.
You hurt someone by not doing so.
2014-114 All that glittersMy eldest son Spielorjh tells me his last words will probably be, "Ooh. Shiny."
We do like our glittering lights, from fireworks on the Fourth to tree lights in the snow at Christmas, from city lights by night to the Milky Way blazing across the sky out away in the country.
Camera magnets they are, and photographers are junkies.
Ain't it grand?
Genesee Bridges - October 2008
Bridges over the Genesee River in Rochester, New York.
We were downtown for the Heritage Christian Services annual banquet. As we walked back to the car, I couldn't pass up the view from the parking garage.
Today's prompt from writealm.com/april-prompts/
Total mistake ch. 2 The beginning
3.14 is from one village, which is about 6-7 km at north from regional town. I lived in other village, maybe also 6-7km but at east from regional town. These villages are too different. First time we met in our school in this town. Everybody says it´s hole or the biggest hole (it´s also the name of one song about this town). I know a lot of people who call it crater. However, it is the 11th biggest town in Slovakia.
I remember the project made by 3.14 and other classmates about old town. When there was president of Slovakia there (I think it was before Second World War), he visited one beautiful church. He said: „Such a treasure in such a hole. “
It is not important now. I and 3.14 were always in different classes. Our ways first met in 5th c
My demonLaying there, quietly, alone
The feeling of something is there, unseen, but there
I sit up, but my body remains laying down
As I shout "show yourself" the figure becomes more visible
I lay back down and see the creature standing there
Glowing eyes piercing through me, Head of a wolf, tall, very tall
Draped in a long black hooded cloak or robe
Its hands, I can never get those things out of my head as it reached for me
Long fingers, almost like claws that are twice as long as the finger as a man
This is what haunts me, this is what hunts me
It grows closer
Help me before it hurts me more
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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