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Mutilated DollPretty 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 often twiddles.
As the years slowly passed, she has grown quite shabby,
Her colours have faded, but once have been so pretty.
Her parts are mismatched; her porcelain legs have dulled,
And more often than not her pain can't be lulled.
She is dismembered, dislimbed and disjointed,
That poor spurned puppet, forever unwanted.
But she's not quite lonely, at least so sh
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 never have answers,
but will always haunt us
forever depriving us of true love
Project: Kudamono 1Another 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 boy laughed.
Had I rejected people so much that there was a record? I shrugged the thought away; like it really mattered. I wasn't hurt. I didn't tell anyone to confess their feelings to me. Why should I care? I was becoming harsher and harsher by the day. I wasn't even sure why. I had no time to waste on that anyways; something more important was goi
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 shone on the wall as the 'twins' sang together
"I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science"
Both twins looked to each other as the glowing of orbs filled the room
"Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
New Times, Old FeelingsNew 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 changed along the way, the place has the taste of sadness latent within the town. Few know that the sadder the town, the stronger he feels, obviously the Illusionist has never fancied the feeling of strength at the cost of smiles. The decision of doing something about it is clear in his head and heart, but first, first he has to stripe himself of his ow
Prentiss's return8 months after Prentiss's death,Prentiss's return by BeautifullyDarkened
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 and Hotchner answered the door and said "Are you the new team member replacing Seaver?" he asked "Yes, I'm Sarah Thompson!" she said shaking his hand firm but gentle her green eyes studying him. "Can I meet my coworkers?" she asked her black hair bouncing up and down "Sure," hotch said. As they walked to the briefing room she sat between Reid and Penelope. "
ProlougeLink grimaced and held his sword upright, despite his growing fatigue. The monsters just kept coming and coming, no matter what he tried, not even if he used his magic or his various weapons. The ice encrusted the entire field, making it slippery for him but not for the assorted monsters and creatures that had been sent to kill him. Of course he could never have it easy. That was proven.Prolouge by erabek
With a yell, Link preformed a spin attack, slicing the Moblins to bits and nearly choking on the black dust that exploded from them as they died. The black dirt got into his eyes and made them water, so he could not see the Darknut that had crept up from behind him. Link felt an exploding pain along his back and was thrown forward from the force of the blow straight onto a patch of rough ice. He groaned and looked up tiredly, glaring at the eight-foot-tall thing clad in black armor. It was laughing at him. Laughing.
With a savage growl, Link launched himself at the thing, sticking his sword thr
les momentsEn 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-deux". Ceux qui ne sont ni bons, ni mauvais, et sombrent vite dans l'oubli.
Ces moments où l'on se pose des questions connes, sans plus vraiment se sentir con.
Ces moments de lassitude profonde quand, assit à un bar en buvant son troisième whiskey de la soirée, on se demande comment on en est arrivé là.
On revoit dans une