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...”I’m sorry” said the moon to the sky, when it removed the sun from its brilliant blue face… “I’m sorry”, she said, as she turned away in the midst of her grief. Grief for the pain she lost, buried shallow, in her heart. The scars tell the tale of a violent action upon her, from a lover, long ago, and far to close. Present came and went and there was nothing she could do. But cry. Cry his name in anger, rage, hate, love, loneliness, despair, H U R T. Her body shows the story of a lover enra...

...”I’m sorry” said the moon to the sky, when it removed the sun from its brilliant blue face… “I’m sorry”, she said, as she turned away in the midst of her grief. Grief for the pain she lost. Buried, shallow, in her heart. The scars tell the tale. Of a violence, and violent actions upon her, by her. From a lover, long ago, and far to close. Present came and went and there was nothing she could do. But cry. Cry his name in anger, rage, hate, love, loneliness, despair, H U R T. Her body shows ...

Why do we revel in the demise of others; only to see ourselves in demise? Renouncing all possibilities of axiom, of truth. Why do we continually lie to ourselves, entertaining these lies that have been placed before us? Lies are what we seek to give us our reality, when reality does not suit us. We create conflict to justify our existence and furthermore, to define ourselves. We portray each other to be what we are not, what we will not, and what we cannot be. Good is an idea people want to a...

I don't know... We are placed here, "map-less", in search of a sanctity we can only hold for just a second. All the things we struggle to have, and all the mourning we do for everything and everyone we lost. Just to end up the same way. Old and tired, sitting on our porches, cherishing the little joys of our memories. Enjoying the peace and quiet our torrid, chaotic youth has brought. As time passes, and our end nears. Quantity gets replaced with quality. Felicity turns to peace. Strong convi...

Surrounded by laughter and loud drunken banter. You stand there. Slender limbs, and sleek figure, You dance around me. With your Rose Colored Lips, and Green Amazon Eyes. You stand there. Ever present and transfixed on the prize. Your long hair brushes against my face, As delicate fingers pass over an ever willing, ever able body. You smile and laugh, as to please me. This salacity bids me, To learn every part of your body, To memorized the way you want to be touched, To pass through you, In ...