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Mutilated Doll Pretty grinning doll, up on her shelf,Mutilated Doll by *M-iikado
When the moon comes she speaks to herself.
With wonderful dresses, black, blue or red,
Silky blonde hair, stiches on her head.
One eyeball is missing, but she sheds no tear,
From traces of blood, her wan skin is clear.
She thinks of the time, not so far away,
When she was the children's dearest toy to play.
Yet now she's alone, smiling as she ponders,
If she will get to see the world's many wonders.
From the top of her pier, made of rags and tatters,
She eyes as her limbs falls, and her mind scatters.
Petticoats hiding the hands with which she fiddles,
Cords falling from her shoulder she oft


True Love ~~ True Love ~~True Love by ~xpeople1
If to live is to love
and to love is to live,
then do we love because we live
or do we live because we love?
Does anyone really know
what it feels like to love?
Or do we say we love
to justify that we live?
Could it be that we live
just to prove the existence of love?
Because if this is true,
why do we hate so much?
To achieve peace in our world
we start reckless wars
that cause thousands of people to die,
yet we blindly live on
Is it our minds that are corrupted
to make us believe that hatred could obtain tranquility?
Or could it be that way we live?
Maybe even the way we love?
So many questions
that may


Madame Gautreau Pt. 1 When I started to write this, there were seven million, one hundred and thirty-eight hundred thousand, four hundred ninety-eight thousand, one hundred and eighty-nine people. But by the time I finished typing that last sentence, the number had already increased. And it will have increased even more each time someone reads this.Madame Gautreau Pt. 1 by !lolsanity123
It is incomprehensible how many people surround us each second of every day. At any point in time, someone is being born, someone else is getting married, another person's in a street corner putting bad things in their system, and someone is on their deathbed.
Imagine you're driving down the freeway. Now if your imag


les moments En réalité, la vie n'est rien d'autre qu'un enchainement complexe et méticuleux de moments. Un chapelet de jours, de mois, d'années assemblés d'une main de maître pour qu'ils semblent être liés entre eux.les moments by *M-iikado
Un mélange parfois mal équilibré entre les bons moments, ces moments de joie sans feinte, de pur bonheur et d'insouciance parfaite, et les mauvais moments, ceux que l'on voudrait enfermer dans une boite que l'on ouvrirait quelques dix, quinze ans plus tard afin de s'en débarrasser dans un immense feu de joie.
Mais tout l'équilibre de ce rouage repose sur les moments "entre-de


lions In my chest there lives a beast.lions by ~incluye
Lionlike, of black and white.
he is chained behind rods of iron.
In his eyes gleam weird cities tinged with gold.
Teeth and claws drip with paint, bright colors, gold and silver.
Mouth roars melting, thundering music.
These things that when he smells and hears it pains him,
yearning for the outside world rips at his heart
and he longs to be free
to protect his master
from the cold
hard
steel
grip of that demon, Logic.
Day and night he tears at the prison;
howls for freedom.


Project: Kudamono 1 Another confession. Another stupid boy trying to waste my time. Another idiot.Project: Kudamono 1 by ~Ani-maiden369
I yawned rudely as Juntarou poured out his heart and soul to me; about the six months he had watched me from afar, how he finally worked up the nerve to tell me all these things, and how he hoped that I would receive him as I had in his fantasies. As much as I wanted to laugh in his face, I held my tongue. My restraint surprised even me; I was a cruel woman, after all
"I don't see you in that light, Juntarou. Maybe someone else?"
Laughs and "I told you so!'s" filtered throughout the room as I turned away from Juntarou.
"Under a minute! That's a new record!" one


Fleeing.... Flee and Shoo sat in the back room of the bar, Shoo sitting to the left of Flee. Both were silent, unmoving. An iPod sat on Flee's leg, hooked up to speakers. Both of them sang along to the song if they knew the words, though still not moving, or laughing. All emotions were gone all but sadness. Soon, a familiar song came on. The whole room seemed to grow darker as the song startedFleeing.... by ~shooflee3
"I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places..."
Lights sh


That's me That's me.That's me by ~FeathersofGrey
I'm the girl without a coat.
The one who wears snow boots, no matter what the weather?
That's me.
No one seems to see that I like the cold better then the warmth.
That the snow and rain can bring more joy then the sun.
That's me, the lunatic.
I'm the girl who wears her oversized purple earphones around her neck during class.
The one who always can answer questions?
That's me.
No one seems to care that I feel lonely when the seven that are my close friends aren't there.
That being silent and smart was how I was, before I met them.
That's me, the brainiac.
I'm the girl who plays the viola, worries constantly, and tries t


New Times, Old Feelings New Times, Old FeelingsNew Times, Old Feelings by ~Jamessaintcross
He hasn't felt this cold in ages, it is a familiar feeling as he walks, with a not that frozen smile; he is walking into his hometown, a place, literally, frozen in time. Winter is practically the only season there is on here, strangely enough, he finds it heartwarming. An illusionist that keeps playing roses that never die, and with a pocket without a watch; sadness is his company on each of his travels, but this time, oh this time is a special one, because he is here to unbury his past, the story of how he became the Sad Illusionist.
As he enters into the alley he knows already that he was not the only one that cha


Prentiss's return 8 months after Prentiss's death,Prentiss's return by ~TheDragonsSongBird
The team had changed a lot since a painful death of Emily Prentiss
Hotchner was more lenient with the members
Morgan wasn't a thrilled when they had solved the case
Reid got quieter and no longer went off talking about the case at hand
Rossi never felt the same after not helping Prentiss out,
Seaver requested a transfer soon after Prentiss's death
Penelope never used the playful banter
But a new team member was coming in the replace Seaver due they never felt right replacing Prentiss.
Today it's the first day of the new team member named Sarah Thompson was coming in today.
Knock knock went the door a