Happy holidays. (including everything from New Year's on)


EmilyEmily sighed, bored and frustrated. We really need something to do. You think I dont know that? Theo snapped at her, promptly replacing his head on his elbow and looking at the slow moving creek ten feet below him. Well sor-ree! You dont have to be so damned grouchy about it. All I was say You were saying the same thing youve been saying for the past hour and a half! I get it youre bored Then why dont you do something to fix the situation? Theo sat up, glaring at his companion. If I knew how to fix it, it wEmily


Nothing 1What is going on here?Nothing 1
Black turned into white turned into red turned into black. Hot turned into cold, and the girl turned into nothing, and in the back of what used to be her mind, she knew that nothing turned into nothing. In fact, nothing stayed nothing, and if she had any hope of turning into something, it was soon to buried under the souls and rules and laws of physical nothingness.
&nbs


Rants of the Mind1Rants of the Mind by MelancholyMagisterRants of the Mind1
What must we do, to open our minds? To learn who we truly are inside, to discover our place in this world? Why is it that while we can accept ourselves, others cannot, refuse, and shun those who we are? Where is the line between truth and lies, reality and fantasy, the world and dreams? Why is it we cannot live in both, to cross those lines and remove the chains that tie us to life? Must our minds be so decisive, concrete, set in stone and time, all while the world changes right down to the last spec of life? Where is the line between fantasy and reality? Its right there a


On the MorrowOn the Morrow by MelancholyMagisterOn the Morrow
When I dream of your hands A warmth without demand Yet I wake Only to ache
Your image once so clear Fades into smoke and sheer
When I see your face upon the morrow I dream of a peaceful tomorrow Yet as you turn and face the sunset I feel an end to this bright duet
Our eyes meet, only to recoil Signs of lost lead to our embroil
Once the sun begins to fade Will our words remain in spades? To stab upon the heart To slowly drift apart
As the stars fall and fumble


DaydreamsThe trains streak by as fast as light And we sit on the bench wordlessly, watching In a grayscale world Where rain pours on And were the only color in sight In the middle of the pitch black nightDaydreams
And when morning comes People wait around outside Umbrellas up And kisses in the rain Are all a game Like Double Dutch, and skip, and hop and such
The rain clung to your hair, astray All of the night and the day We were walking home And it is quite a pity That the moon was crescent in the sky But it was still pretty In it


The House with White TrimWe were driving down the street, that one with all the nice houses. The one that’s quiet during the day, the one that’s hidden away from the world, but is a major artery, the way to get to the middle school. Why is it so far from the high school, and the elementary?The House with White Trim
Driving down that street, watching for the house you wanted to show me, I thought, hell, living here isn’t so bad. We might actually be able to rent this place, move out of the apartment. Maybe I could finally have memories of a house, the excitement of knowing I had a safe place to come home to.
But then I remember your job, how you’re not going to be t
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Zdrowie twoje w gardlo moje.
Thanks!
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I want to put something wise here but I'm afraid it's going to sound emo.
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