REMEMBER THE DAYS WE DREAMEDRemember. Sometimes something minuscule is beautiful.REMEMBER THE DAYS WE DREAMED by Silver-Razor
Even things as simple as a touch of a hand to remind you of...
Memories you once cherished so dearly.
But we can't always see it.
Each of us suffocating in sorrow unable to grasp anything else to breathe.
Reach up and break the water.
To all. Everyone. I love you.
Hell- even those I have yet to meet.
Everything seems so painful but remember I love you. Even if I am nothing but a voice on the wind.
Damning ourselves and inflicting wounds be they physical or otherwise.
All of us burning under one sun and yet too blinded to see those beside us.
You think you are alone?
Same here. At least that was before I remembered.
We used to look up and dream of flying.
Every breath drawn in wonder becoming the wind we soared on.
And its terrifying and lonely.
Maybe it stamps out the view of the future. But its there.
Each of us will fight for it and I will be right by your
AddictionI don’t like it. Yes.Addiction by Silver-Razor
What it does to me. Yes.
I don’t like it. Yes.
I don’t want it. Yes.
But it makes me need. Yes, yes.
It makes me need. Yes, yes.
I hate it. Yes.
I don’t like it. Yes.
I need it. Yes.
I need it. Yes.
It strangles my veins, the veil of power pierced by longing again and again and again and again.
Who are you?
Who are the eyes who are so quick to pass judgement?
Are you hurting? Yes.
Want it to end? Yes.
Need it? Yes, yes, yes.
Then have it.
PerfectionSometimes I wonder and sometimes I ponder the joy of pain and hurt.Perfection by Silver-Razor
Sometimes I'm good and sometimes I'm bad whilst being the best and the worst.
Sometimes I think and sometimes I act and sometimes I idle for nought.
Sometimes I crawl and sometimes I run but never do I get caught.
At times I'm quite feline, at times I feel sublime but not without some doubt.
Sometimes considered are memories withered that I might be better without.
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I ponder and sometimes I am strong.
But sometimes I'm weak and sometimes I'm slow and I cannot help being wrong.
Perhaps it is best that I pass every test that is mercilessly thrown my way.
But sometimes I wonder and sometimes I ponder what would be if I say nay.
NotM - A Strange FeverIt all started with a rather sudden headache. Maggie was not too sure where it came from and either perspective was highly unpleasant. When a numb pain located near the area of her kidneys joined in, she mentally prepared herself for either a heavy cold, or a strong version of a certain monthly issue, or, which was the worst she could think of, a combination of both. Either way, it was going to be a great fun. Urgh... Maybe she should ask Marlena or Nadheera for something that was going to make everything easier. But the captain didn't get that far. The moment she took a few steps, her headache increased rapidly and made dark spots dance in her vision. Immediately she leaned against a nearest wall. A cold shiver ran over her back and left a cold feeling behind, centering around the already slightly hurting area near her kidneys. Maggie was no expert when it came to medicine, but she knew her body and something like that could only mean that something really bad was going to happen. TheNotM - A Strange Fever by Diluculi
NotM: Red Sky, Black Sea (3/5)The Sound of MusicNotM: Red Sky, Black Sea (3/5) by TruthisTruth
Maggie drummed her fingers against her table. Her eyes were tiring, her vision blurring and her lids drooping. When a waiter set a glass down in front of her, she felt her jaw clench. A crystal glass, filled with white wine - presumably from the inn's most expensive bottle. It might have been tempting, if it had been given under different circumstances. Why. Can't. He. Just. Bother. Someone. Else? Her head sunk to the table. "Our host is bored, it would seem." Maggie thought she might throw the glass across the room. There was a slim girl in the corner of the bar, with black hair and lovely blue eyes. Her nose was pointed and her hair shorter than what would have been generally accepted, but she was by no means unattractive. Why not her, Gareth? Why not the woman with red hair and curved hips, or the old woman wearing pearls and drowning in red wine, or the angry man shaped like a pear? They all seemed perfectly ch
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