Hopefully when they come to fruition I can get around to posting.


CrystalCrystallized abyss, Free falling from mist Gliding without a care, As cold oblivion. Bitter crystals Mischievously spreading, Crafting chasms of white With shards that bite. Almost enchanting, They dance in the sky Spreading individually As natures art form, Snow reborn.Crystal


WitherTis the season of growth Yet this flower is withering Becoming flimsy, disabled, A nothing.Wither
Petals ripped, dried-up, Weak and darkness-bound She's craving for the sun, Reaching out...
But alas it is night As it always remains The light locked away The flower, shameful.
A corpse of cytoplasm, A endless cycle of doom Reaching out for the light And pleading for nourishment.
This delicate flower is dying, Never to bloom, awaken; During the season of growth It's life meant only to wither.


Mortal CoilThe hourglass drip-dropping sand crystals Against cool shards of inner chambers, Ticking the seconds, minutes, hours To a base of sweet oblivion.Mortal Coil
Like a breeze raising floating feathers, Eternal memories will reduce to fading Struggling madly to live on through thoughts, But the sever commences in such places.
The bell tolls its Siren Song Transcending souls from lifeless corpses, To mingle, to dance, in after-life bliss, Free from the panging pains of living.
Time ticks by unwavering hands The mortal coil twists cynically Realms ent


Writers BlockIt will sprout like a wildflower, These ideas forming intricate images To the viewer, to the reader, Such poetic justice will swiftly be served And displayed for the mind to reconnect!Writers Block
But life is like a run-on sentence Forming too many words to comprehend, Displacing meaning through complicated wording Never-ending like a flowing sea, But shallow like a river of time.
Disuse in such formal words, this poet, Denies these flowing thoughts, ideas, And crumples them up in the garbage Where they can suffer in ruin and despair Never to be repaired or


Utterly Chaos:Chapt 3Sunlight shone through the window, waking Cloud from his slumber. He fell onto his stomach, with a loud groan, feeling next to him for the gunman. He breathed hard, lifting his head to look where his hand was. Vincent? He inquired drowsily, eyes not fully wanting to open. Whered you go?Utterly Chaos:Chapt 3
Cloud slid out of bed, pulling on his pants, and started checking the rooms. He soon found his lover in the den. He was sitting on the sill of the bay window. His legs were pulled up, loosely against the wall in front of him, left arm hanging over the side. The dawn light glinted golden off of the long black strands,
FF7 - Chaos
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Cómo la sangre de los mártires extendiéndose por el suelo,
Las flores del cielo cubren los crímenes de la tierra...
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I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of sexy Alfred Jones
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I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of sexy Alfred Jones
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