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I Used To...

I used to dream about what it would be like to be next to you… Would your breath be warm and soft, or harsh and full of air grasping? Would your whispers be calm and loving, or would they hardly make a sound in the darkness? Would your heartbeat be too fast and hesitant, or would it dance to a slower waltz that I could follow? I wondered if your arms would be at your side, or would they invite the warmth of my curious touch? I wondered if your body would lay there next to me, or would it find its way to fit in my broken pieces? *** I used to think about what it would be like to trust my heart in your hands… Truthfully I will admit, the warmth of your arms that cradle and hold, I found myself wanting to be in your proximity. Hesitantly I stole glances, to watch your chest elevate itself, as you sleep, I found myself syncing my lungs with your exhales. Lovingly I cherish you, the spontaneous moments we shared as one, I found myself appreciating you as you are. *** I used to

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The meaning of God

As a picture in the church, the love of God is always there. Take your hands, listen to music in your heart. Blessed by the water. you can give the angels smile. God want to see you with happiness; the best thing is to be happy Say something about your wish, help is here for everyone. Find love and happiness; life is found in the meaning of God

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Shiyru: Chapter Six

I simply leaned back in my chair, trying to grasp the idea that Morgan was now home. Throughout training, the only person you usually see is your Master. Family was able to come and visit, but it was best if you lost contact with them. Quile had a hard time saying goodbye because I was so little and he couldn't protect me from any harm. Luckily, Quile's Master happened to be Dad's close friend. It was also hard to believe saying farewells to Morgan, being friends from a very young age. The last time we saw each other was just about eight or so years back... ~~~ "Lyra, Quile, Morgan! Dinner is on the table! I don't think it'll taste

Shiyru

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The Middle

No longer feeling like such a stray, I begin to understand the spoken phrase. Starting to drift towards the end, but I nreceive help from surrounding friends. My words in the foreign tongue start fo flow, proving that I'm not lost on the current road. To some I am still just a stranger, prone to come into contact with danger. Listening close to the conversation, try not to be hesitant of confrontation. The experience is compared to a test, all emotions possibly present that accompanies stress. So far the middle isn't as hard, although it is simply like a newly drawn card. Something is bound to erupt, so it's best to not give up

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CH 6: A Visiting Aura

Princes Oclera and Kenlyri were simply alone in their room trying to figure out why they still remained in their room. They had been told by their Mother they would meet this teenager who had the name Lillianna Jenkins. To pass time, they imagined what it'd be like to live on Earth and who'd they become and such. The present conversation was deciding each other's Earth names; which seemed to be more like a game. "Alright, me first. If I was an Earthling, or something like that, what would you name me if I were to be your son?" Kenlyri laughed. "I'd definately, without a doubt, call you...Gremlin." Oclera grinned, trying to keep a straig

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Excerpt--Part Two, Section One

"Virusalani, get up. The Counsel is waiting for you. However, it's only a few members." Rekyiv called from the door. Virusalani slowly rose from his bed and sighed heavely. Whether it was a few members or the entire Counsel, there was no difference. Almost every Counsel member wanted Virusalani dead within the next month or so. "Alright, I'm coming." the philosopher grunted. Rekyvic was waiting patientely at the cell door and waited for a guard to unbolt the door. The guard cme within minutes an dunbolted all five locks on the cell door with haste. The philosopher slowly walked through the door frame and shook Rekyiv's hand with his.

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Changes In My Life

Living in my own shadows for years, all I could capture were my own tears. I never knew how my life would stand, but it appeared that nobody wanted to lend a hand. Always the mixed-in feelings, trying to learn what my head was stealing. My own life surrounded in my Silence, all I could fall to was shyness. Things in my dreams began to evoke, but others chose their words and spoke. Only attention would break this unfaithful Hell, and eventually I would have the story to tell. Delicately I learned how to trust, trying to keep my own Shadows in the unpromising dust. Eventually I came to the broken bridge, and I simply related thro

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Making Canyons

They say you bleed to feel human. But what does it mean when you can’t feel yourself bleed? The bitter iron taste that attempts to break itself from my lips, I wipe away with nervous fingers. For each nervous thought, I find myself wearing down mountains, making canyons. Splits and cracks form eventual uneven craters. It’s as if I’m trying to erase you. Erase the memory of your taste, your words… In the back of my mind I hear your knocking, I keep my eye to the peephole as if to check if it’s you. Curiosity bites back, stronger in the winter months, hidden by the wind. You discarded my memory, I hav

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Lumps

The feeling when everything from the upper part of your body suddenly drops to the floor and you feel the rising lump in your throat? I haven’t had that feeling in a long time. Well, that’s a lie. I still have that feeling, but it is no longer about you. The way I hear your name now means nothing except how it used to mean everything. But it’s another thing entirely when I stumble upon your presence when it’s not just an abstract name in reality. Instead, the lump is swallowed before I give it a chance to grow its cancerous nodule. I used to think that I wouldn’t ever get to this part of my life where I

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Magic

In times where candles illuminate shadows, darkest night just the same, figures dance along empty chairs with passionate enthusiasm. Light finds home in spectator eyes, in reflective woods, warmth that consumes the heart of every presence. Gentle spirits accompany those in unmatched synchronicity, progressing in flow even in the darkness of timbres. Times change with artificial warmth, a solemn brightness, magic shared across centuries of new and old; forever home.

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Pendulum

Back and forth, a swing that takes each turn like a slow breath. The wind on the whisper’s edge. Silent exhales, profound inhales. Forgotten sorrows contain no identity. Just the sole misery of their passing, hushed by poor and weakened sighs. Back and forth, a mounted clock ticks the same second again. And again. Unknown, the time, but moments still filled in, waiting for something to change. Every new second, my mind races, my heart dropping further into my body’s abyss. Back and forth, the ocean swells. It awaits for my involuntary sacrifice. As my blood drips, the salt finds its home in a new ocean. A differen

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She Says

She finds herself in the middle of life. Obviously, she isn’t at the end of her life. Nor is she in the beginning. Instead, she feels stuck in the middle. The middle is a horrible place, she says. Where she can breathe in, but can only cough when she tries to exhale. Almost as if the bitter taste of carbon monoxide is apparent in her body. The oxygen has a sweetness, she tells me. A sweetness that you can only imagine after having that calming effect after eating your favorite candy. Mine is a chocolate truffle, she says. The cough ruins it for her. The bitterness is what she hates breathing out. But she knows she can’

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