I wish you all a lovely day!


It's my faultIts my faultIt's my fault
I shut down the Sun,
And when it tried to call me I said I would rather have some fun, I prefer running from myself than to listen to its plea.
It is I and only I that I should be angry on, But I cannot; I would rather give my hate to others, I would rather despise than to look inside and see my faults. And so I look to Moon, to Sun, never forgetting all Ive done.
Its my fault; for tearing down the sky, Its my fault; for letting Earth die, It is I, demon of my world, who must take the blame Not


A world in two raysIts not the busy wind that flows, But mere reflections of the presents pose Ever changing, it has its own grace For without it we would walk this world knowing no pace.A world in two rays
Its not the hungry fire that melts, But the spark that makes all that bends and breaks. It's quite a game of irony, for destruction comes from our construction Without fire there can be no spark, our world is doomed to remark.
Its not the peaceful water that runs,
It is just necessity, evoking lessons already known. Ever still, water breeds no thoughts, Without movement lif


The Inn The InnThe Inn
Morning was calm and soothing in the land of Argenthaven, dawn began to absorb the realm in its soothing touch; one could hear the rhythmic tapping of horse shoes, beating prolongably on the dusty road. Valiantly, verdant bushes stood all around the paths, and dominated the whole envir


Monologue MonologueMonologue
Towards the night I rise, and in the Sun I die, I am but dust born from fire, and from me let there rise new life, new thought and new feeling. For every time I tried to fly, my talons would not let go of the ground, every time I tried to run, my wings were just too heavy, onl
Leafy Road

The LetdownHere we stand, against the wind, facing the future. Who are we, you ask?The Letdown
Why, we are the lackluster children of suns. Born a generation too late in a world that is too vast to change, we are pale shadows of the ones we came from. We are smaller, more desperate. Our faces don't glow. Our scars stand out starker.
We are as lost as you were, but cold and ineffectual. Our love is impulsive, lasting hours, not years. Our sadness is quiet and diffuse. We have no convictions to light us the way.
As we live, the world dies, drowned in the filth that you left us. Brighter than you and a little less sane, we live
when i'll see a new one?
But I had a quick look at your profile and I can tell you're one of those nature lover druids. Just wanted to mention that I am, too.
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Triste est omne animal post coitum.
"Caught a lite sneeze. Dreamed a little dream.
Made my own pretty hate machine."
i'll love you forever,my love
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