Go do it.


The Thoughtful FluteHere in the night, There are the stars, Alight like embers;The Thoughtful Flute
An endless stream Burns in my eyes, Shining on me.
But, if even time has an end, I prayed that I could save you again, A hope that only silence can hear.
I cried in the sudden dark; My tears obscured the moon.
Tonight I lie, List'ning for song. November trees sigh.
In silence still, I pray again; I wait for truth: Again, there is no answer.


a toi,A shadow over your shoulder A lethal, resonant crack Incarnadine stain on white fabric Brilliant red against blacka toi,
I'm going to kill you. I'll call you tonight. I'll see you tomorrow. Your next breath might be your last.


The Dream.She emerged. She woke with a startled cry and turned sharply. She was alone.The Dream.
She surged forth, possessed by a wraith of the night. She slipped over the floor stones, spun, maddened. Her eyes opened wide but she perceived nothing. She thrashed, as effectual as she was wild.
There was something in the silence which sang in her ears. The sick darkness blazed like fire. She darted in escape. She flew through the mists, swerving sinuously around corners, seeking. Faster than sound she gave chase to delusion. Insanity whispered at one ear. Recklessness seeth


Heed the Monsters: Part TwoI'm ushered into my father's office by the governess, who quietly shuts the door behind me. My father, a graying but still charming old man, sits behind his cluttered desk, my bloodstained letter open in front of him.Heed the Monsters: Part Two
My heartbeat quickens slightly, and my breath catches in my throat. Finally, finally he will ask.
"Dear me, don't look so flustered." He says with a small smile. "I only intended to commend you on this brilliant piece of fiction." He nods toward the letter. I step closer and peer at my own dark confession, the black ink smudged as I scribbled on in a frenzy. Fiction, he says?
"Thank you, fa
Breathe

To Let You knowI ought to let you know that the only reason I'm writing to you is in hopes that you might read it and reply.To Let You know
I ought to let you know that I miss the times we talked together even for a while it was enough for me.
I ought to let you know that I'm foolish enough every time to get my hopes up only to be disappointed.
I ought to let you know that I'll stop asking you to respond; you said you would and yet you didn't.
I ought to let you know that I probably did this to myself because I kept begging and you


Credits If life was a film,Credits
I have missed plenty perfect endings. A song is usually playing somehow in
Distance, I imagine a camera panning
Away before it sweeps across the city -scape & fades out. Credits appear.
I never put much thought into my credits
Or who theyre given to, nor do I believe
That they should awarded to anyone except
Me, as a few minutes pass & I continue breathing.
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"Here's to those that wish us well; and those who don't can go to hell!"
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"Here's to those that wish us well; and those who don't can go to hell!"
I should submit more stuff D: But I lost the cord for my camera ;-;
... D: Faiiil.
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