There was very little noise in the small apartment Edward shared with Roy. All that could be heard was the rush of cars and the sound of a clock slowly but surely marking time. Edward had not slept well these past few nights. His slumber had been haunted by the memory of his mother, and Al. He was no closer to restoring his and Alphonse's bodies then when they started out. It was beginning to feel hopeless, but either Alphonse pushed these thoughts away, or he simply didn't feel them as sharply as his older brother did. Edward worried so much that he would fail to keep his promise to his brother, that it was sometimes difficult for even Roy t
When you get a really bad pain somewhere, say, in your stomach, and it's really bad, it's blinding. It makes you want to double over, contract into yourself, every muscle tightening, but you try to resist its power, you grit your teeth and close your eyes and you try to show it that you're stronger, better, than it is, but, in the end, you lose and it's overwhelming. Your eyes snap open and your vision goes white hot and blurry at the edges and you want to cry out, to scream, but you can't because your throat has constricted and all that comes out is a strangled whisper, the sensation crashing into you like a wave, and you can't stop it...
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He's everything you want, he's everything you need
He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be
He says all the right things at exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you, and you don't know why
You're waiting for someone to put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say
Hiro sat in Shuichi's bedroom, helping the singer go over some new lyrics and music to go to said lyrics. He lay cross-legged on the floor beside the bed as Shuichi sat at the computer, synchronizing a set of music. The pink-haired boy was babblin
Sakura Haruno was an intelligent young woman. She wasn't naïve by any standard, and she understood the workings of the world. She knew the flow of this life, and she accepted it. She knew she loved Sasuke-kun, and she knew he would never love her back. She knew his heart belonged to another, the same person she had rejected so long ago.
Naruto Uzumaki.
She knew that when he snuck out to meet her, whether on the training grounds or somewhere in the forest, he was trying to sneak away from his own desires. She would have had to be blind to miss the way the Uchiha looked at Naruto. She knew that, because of this, she would have a better chance
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
drip
drip
drip
Sasuke Uchiha sat on the cold ground just outside the village. The rain fell fast and hard around him, the trees heavy and leaning. His hair and clothes were soaked through, but he thought nothing of it. It really didn't matter now. He held the kunai knife tightly in his hand, poised it carefully above his thin wrist. He glanced up through the trees to the darkened sky, uncaring of the rain as it struck his face like tiny needles. He smiled at the thought of the freedom he was about to obtain. To float forever in calming darkness.
I am the Greek goddess
Aphrodite, icon of beauty.
I am an Egyptian high priestess.
I am loved.
I am worshipped.
I am a queen,
Adored and admired.
I am a Roman deity,
Honored for my divinity.
I am Isis, revered
And venerated.
I am beautiful, languid
In my elegance
Like Cleopatra of the Nile.
I am flawless, perfection
Without pressure.
I am yours, and that
Is the exquisite distinction.
Snow softly falls
In autumn fire
Twinkling emeralds
Meet sparkling sapphires
She laughs;
He smiles;
The mistletoe hangs
Suspiciously unobtrusive
As they drink warm cider
This is their Christmas,
Would that all ours could
Be as wonderful.
She is like the clouds,
Soft and unnoticed,
Guided gently by the wind
Over a field of dreams
And a sea of wishes
To her lover's arms
Where she becomes a
Tangible vision of beauty.
She is like the river,
Constant motion unending,
Moving swiftly past a
Ship of foolish fancies
Packed to the stern
To her lover's arms
Where she becomes a
Corporeal spirit everlasting.
She is like the trees,
Grand and majestic,
Swayed calmly by the wind
Through the bluebird's
Sweet harmonious notes
Of a love song meant for no one
To her lover's arms
Where she becomes an
Elusive dream come true.
Life is a road
We all must tread,
Though our hearts
Be as heavy as lead.
Sometimes the path
We travel is rough
With stones that make
Our feet worn and tough.
Other times the road
Is level and smooth,
Giving us time to be
Healed and soothed.
We all must continue
Down this path called Life,
Through all the hardships,
Pain and strife,
Until we come to a
Gate of pearls and gold,
That is the end of the road,
And we know we are Home.