Bouncing roundnround, updownupdown
Caddy corner, sidewinders and curveballs, flashingdancingprancingflailing. Cupcakesnstakes, friends and movies, latenights early mornings. Highlowhighlow. That's a goodnight, peacefultomorrow, wonderfultoday,happymorning,playfulyesterday.

Frail and wan. Fierce and savage. A knife edge balance, precarious tightrope walk, death at any wrong step. Humanity's Titanic testfailure. Warnings abound, ways to fix what was broken, mending ways, saving lives. All thrown to the wayside. Humanity's Herculean testfailure. Shots in the night, deathmiasma creeping silently through cracks, 'round corners. Unsuspecting peace-ables fall, fall, fall. Ring 'round the rosie/pockets full of posies/ we all are dead. Reapers Grimm are in all of us. New worlds created in each new settlement, new territories staked every season. Return the the huntergatherer in all of us. The future isn't ours, never was. Sad, sad tears, falling like rain, like waterfalls, like typhoons, tsunami, Noah's flood. High ground isn't what's going to save us. Faith isn't going to save our souls, soothe our hearts, heal our wounds. Our world's changing, plan, plan, are you planning? When the time comes, grab your crap, whatever's on your back. Run, run, flee, take flight. Your plan might save you, but run anyway. Winters are hard, springs won't be fun, summers are all work and fall has no room for play. But it's coming, coming, comingcomingcomingcoming. Are you ready?

time, eternal time. flowing forever forward, splashing back, changing course.
time, constantly by my side. time. i see it, smell it, touch it, taste it.
She's by my side, my companion until the day comes when She and i must pa rt ways.
i see that too, my death. it is inevitable, and No, i don't mind. Sister,Sister, Sister. don't cry. there's too much to do, don't mourn me now.
She won't wait for you, or for anyone else. my eternal time.
rushing ahead, turning back, jumping and skipping. my time eternal, she has plans, yet never set in stone. Her liquid plans form and reform, influenced by and influencing others.

I never liked your cherry chips, your cherry chips, your cherry chips.
You always loved my coke cons, my coke cons, my coke cons.
I hated the smell of your cherry breath, cherry breath, cherry breath.
You liked the flavor of my coke kisses, coke kisses, coke kisses.
Laughing quietly and gently touching, our cherries and cokes mingled under the flying black sky.
Crying softly and breaking slowly, our gazes locked and clashed under bright sunlit skies.
Sad sad smiles and happy happy frowns, dying slowly together in the twilight of our time.
I never liked your cherry chips, cherry chips, cherry chips.

You sneer as you tower above me, I refuse to let you see my fear.
Your eyes are dead, my pulse beats in my throat.
Your laugh has an edge, it sends chills down my spine.
You tie me up, pinching soft skin.
You tie me down, pulling sore muscles.
You tie me, bind me, and finally brand me. There is nothing for me to hide.
You smell my fear, relishing in the high it gives you.
You gag me, I'm begging for release.
You blind me, I'm begging for relief.
You bring others to see, the broken and bound puppetme. My tears falling like rain, you bathe in them.
I lie in a lifeless heap, you're through with me.
I crawl within myself, to escape you, my tormentor. I see you everyday, reminding me of how I've been made dirty. I'll never be the same, thanks to you, my tormentor.

When we meet again, it will be on the other side.
When wee met again, time will have passed for me.
When we meet again, you'll be there to greet me as I close my eyes that last time.

The pain I feel now will never leave me, nor will it lessen. I will grow accustomed to the pain and when we meet again, I know it will vanish.

I wait for the time we'll meet again. You and I will laugh again, the way we used to. Things will finally be right and whole, the way they're supposed to be.

On the other side, we will meet again.

I'm sorry. Who're you? I don't know you, I'm sure of it...Please don't go! Waitwaitwait!!! I don't know you, but you feel nice. Warm, like a summer breeze. I want you to stay, please? Let's shoot the shit and kick the can. I want to know you. Stopstopstop. I don't know you, but I'd like to. We can explore the town and each other. I want to have you close. I feel as if we met before, but that can't be. My town is small, I'd know if I met you. The gang would agree. We never knew your nameface. We never would forget. We'd always remember. Alwaysalwaysalways. We would remember.

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Tra la la land
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Tra la la land flamingo's wings

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Tee lee lee
Tee lee lee leek
Tee lee lee leeks
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Ta la la
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Ta la la LA!!
Ta la la LA!! Happy day!

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Well, I've nothing to post really. I'm working on three fics that will soon be posted here, but not until after April's started. Not that anyone reads this. It's mostly just for me.

I always have trouble sleeping when he's near. We are so similar, yet so very different. I guess, it'd be best described as fire and ice. We both have bad attitudes. I'm always in the thick of everything. Starting trouble when I'm bored. My Somebody, on the other hand, is always distant;in trouble, but always trying to solve the problems, or stay out of it.
I want to make the connections he can't or won't make. With only one pseudo exception. Or two, now that I think about it. He always wants to make a connection with me. I always shy away. I'm afraid he'll drown my fires with his mountains of snow and ice.
I succumb to him, as always. It is inevitable. His icy glare cuts me to the quick. Lying here, unable to sleep; I take in his hair. Silver white, like snow reflecting sunlight. Glacial blue eyes and skin the color of frozen sweet cream.
My Somebody is an indomitable snowman. Everything is cold. Not even the fire in his eyes is warm. The subzero of dry ice. His passion is cold like that. His soul is reflected through that passion and I can't escape. It is a reflection of myself, after all. But, I do have an idea of where my hot hell fires come from.
We are opposites, and I am the heat that denies himself. My unexplainable attachment to Roxas is a reflection of his inability to get close to Roxas' Somebody. But as I see the parallels between our two sets, I have to wonder I am really all that different from my Somebody.
Snow and ice so cold it burns and fires so hot they're black. Both leave scars and both are equally strong forces of nature.
I wonder when the fuel for my fires will be exhausted. Will the cold snow overtake me? When everything is over and done with, will I be reunited with my snowman and become whole again?
I never sleep well when he's near. But I wouldn't trade it for a heart. I already have half, and that's enough for me.

Free as a bird, caged by my emotions. Soaring through the skies, plummeting through Hell. You laugh at my acrobatics, knowing that I am nothing more than a puppet with no strings.
PuppetMaster make my world real.
PuppetMaster make my world whole.
I serve no one, my strings've been cut... But I still long for your mechinations. Repair my untethered strings and guide me along. Freedom is worthless if it means you are not behind me. My pride screams defiance. Flight is nothing if there is no safe place to land- even sulfur pits and basalt cliffs are preferable. PuppetMaster come fix this broken puppet.

flying? falling? I'm not sure. my dreams and reality mix and meld more and more. adventure and action fill my thoughts, an ongoing search. my friends call my name, I hear their voices bouncing off the walls of my soul, residing within my heart. I go through much for them, I gave up everything for their safe future. when all seemed lost, they came, and I soared... or fell... I touched the never ending sky and was saved.

my mind's blank. nothing, nothing. slate's wiped clean. I can't find anything there. no words, no rhymes. time passes and still, nothing changes. my empty mind waits for inspiration.

Floating on the night sky, drifting steadily to your destination. Closer? Farther? I'm not sure anymore where I am in relation to you. Your eyes burn me; my soul soothed by the flames. Your touch chills me; my skin tamed by your fingertips. Frozen words fall, honey sweet, from your lips. I drink them in, my ears warmed by their empty promises and hollow threats. Your presence cuts me; my body craves more. Following your orders, your wishes, I am lost in the catacombs of lies. Webs of cruel smiles and heartless actions leave me tangled in my emotions... Do I have any? The more you push, the more I dig in. The harder you pull, the stronger I wish to have our positions changed. I dream of one day being your all and everything. One day, when our paths go separate ways, I wonder, will you look back for me?

I'm not sick anymore!!!! Yay!!! And I'm almost done with taxes. Refund = new computer!!!

smilesmilesmile
So hard to keep it
trytrytry
Never seems to be enough
laughlaughlaugh
Too hard to keep it under control
crycrycry
Too easy to hide at times
thinkthinkthink
Seems to be all I do
actactact
Will I ever take action?
smilesmilesmile
I will keep it next time
trytrytry
It will be enough next time
laughlauglaugh
I won't try to control it
crycrycry
I'll let the tears fall
thinkthinkthink
I'll let my mind rest
actactact
I won't hesitate, the actions will be mine.

Sick again! Why? Why me? I'm amlost never sick, but look at me, twice in as many months! Not fair, I tell you!

stress. stress, clawing at
my back, my throat
crawling through my intestines, racing towards a b
r eaK d

oWn

flying on the wings of snowballing problems
no relief in sight, oh god help me

fighting for myself, pride standing too tall
i can't ask for help, though i need it

clawing, cloying, tearing, ripping, pressure within building
STRESS

b r eAk doW n

Shaking, shaking. My hands are shaking. Beating, beating, my heart is beating. Too much, too fast. My voice has hidden itself, my stomach won't stop fluttering. Butterflies, nerves, I'm so nervous. Day by day I'll have to endure. By myself, no friends or acquaintances. Socializing isn't my strong suit, what do I do? First days leave me in a spin. And this is just a first of many.

I love all and protect all. My duty calls for my greatest act to be selfless and I do so willingly. Darkness comes, dulling the pain in my chest. Numbing the emptiness. Still, I must protect the weak. The dark haired boy says he will protect me; why do I need protection? The dark haired girl tries so hard, she wants something. What is this feeling she talks about, I almost want to know. I just do as they say. I follow their command because nothing else compels me. Good and evil forces battle around me, my heart comes slowly back. I want it all, my heart and my memories. The battle moves within myself. Fighting the trap that was set. My Princess has been with me all along and my Knight proved himself worthy of his title. Yet, the one who worked the hardest, tried the most; she was the bravest warrior I shall ever meet. I am allowed to be selfish and myself. My Princess will get all my love. Never again will my compassion lead me down the wrong path.