Expressions.How best express the feelings of the heartthen through the art of ink?lines of black blood twist and swirl(telling of truths, lies, and sorrow)the soul sings outthe hymn of the spiritRivers form from one's despair(Oceans from one's realization)The sea of knowledgenever ceases Until the final drop is placed And even then, we contemplatethe meaning of those words(as our shells moveemptyahead of us)
Faults -i-The earth crashes togetheras friction creates heatand giant plates of stonepress and creakagainst each other.The world shuddersand destruction is formed(from the fault linescomes the earthquakes).Wait.Those weren't the kind of faultsyou were talking about?
Complete.It's this kind of complete(like the sensation that comes at the end of fairy talesquickly followed by a 'happily ever after')That makes me so happy I could cryBut I'm scaredBecause 'happily ever after' also means 'THE END'And I don't want to see you goI don't want the perfect dream to stopI am happysinging solemnly through the empty hallsand whispering words(made of love)into your ear.(Please, leave me in my bubble for a bit longer. Don't shatter my world just yet)
What I learned.I learned that love is a wonderful thing. I learned that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.I learned who my real friends were.I learned about fear. I learned about faith. I learned about the faults in both. I learned that no matter how souls may twist and turn through the frosty air, there will always be someone to say that they don't exist.I learned my beliefs.I learned how to put on my armour and face the world, and how to plant my feet and withstand the sands of change.I learned what being a 'pack rat' really means. I learned the real reason why I cling to the fragments of bliss, longing for a past that has long since ended. I learned that I miss the innocence.I learned about chemicals. I learned that God can be re-created in a lab.(I learned that you can make the sun by burning magnesium, and that a few drops of base can turn wine into water.)I learned that there are too many questions, and that there is no real answer.I learned that I'm afraid to throw things
Black Ink.If anger is ink, then I have the oceanDripping and slithering down my faceadded in drops to the lethal dark potionthat nothing that's human can ever erase.The fires that rage burn deep in my eyes(and they say that the eyes window the soul)thinking of nothing 'cept things I despiseadding to flames like a black lump of coal.But what can I do? I'm still a childrestraining the urge to tear you to shredsfoul tempered, it's true, not mannered and mildchoosing the option I like most instead.
Me.There is a place where I am me.Where there are no walls, only bridges I see.Where distance is sized by a small glowing screenAnd friends can be made with the press of a key.Where I look quite different then I advertiseWith green spunky hair and big chocolate eyesAnd skin that does change every day of the weekFrom feline, to puppet, to dragons hard sheathAnd items worth much more then most can affordI wear them with pride, and change when Im bored.My friends all converse about happening newsAll looking at items theyre not sure theyll use.But the best part is when we MMORPGAnd kick serious butt on our Lantern meleegaining orbs by the sevens from every new questand increasing our CL in order to bestthe animated (living inanimate things)that are out to attack, so make sure you have rings!I get so engrossed, so attached to the scenethe time flies off like nothing, left sparkled and clean.And Im shot back into the world that is rea