One of my best friends is pregnant. Gosh....


Ensuing BedlamCrashing waves against cliffs of reason slowly erode to chaos. The sand dragged from sensible shores, leave remnants of hurts and abuses. Blood stained cries of helplessness swallowed by the roar of the ocean. Gasping for breathe, water the poison, dreams flash of the past. Feelings of joy and hope float along the skies mist; Splattered across the rocky land as shells left behind. With vanished land, recent life emerges to tease the bit of hope bleeding out. A story of love, of happiness begins to shed upon rays of light cast down by the fire. The sweat dissolves as the fire intensifies. EyEnsuing Bedlam


To The Rose of LifeTo the Rose of Life:To The Rose of Life
How dear your scent as it serenades the pedals of a blazing silhouette. The crimson depth pouring over the edge of boastful beauty. Delicate in nature,
whispers a grace note in the song. While eyes skim silken skin, tears of joy well in
your heart. Since birth, you dream of this moment; the moment the blossom reveals
your innermost being, the day the gentle breeze caresses your body, swaying slowly back and forth. In these reveries, you have but a season. Soon, joy will end, and life &


Dreams of YouI’ve been dreaming of you every night.Dreams of You
When I close my eyes I can see you before me.
Your face is so clear… It’s so real.
I can feel you every time I breathe,
But where are you.
My dreams are so real that I can taste your kiss;
I can feel your lips tenderly leaving mine.
I long for you.
But it seems that my love only comes in fairy tales… But I must hope.
Even if for the longing of my days on earth I will hope for you… For that love.  
by =neeta
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"Without Love, Where would you be now?"
L8ve,
Lethean Tears.
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I never said it would be easy I only said it would be worth it.
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What a perfect night. The type of night that makes me want a bite to drink. Hellsing
I'm so sorry, the naughtiest most irresponsible image just flash through my mind! I must go clear my head. Günter
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"Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure." - Tristan Reveur
Member of =carnival-macabre
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