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I will not let you down. I promise, I'll be different. Trust in me because I will give everything for you. My being is yours and to the heavens I proclaim it so. Forever shall I rest in the unsettling unknown before I forsake you. I am transforming for you. Into what I would be. Into what I am.
By Luna Emerson
Love conquers all
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Rachelle Rassmussen
A girl finds that her memories have deserted her.
Angels' realmâ€”a human lost his love; he couldn't fight it, so he seeks help from both humans and elemental beings only to achieve a Pyrrhic victoryâ€”is a highly superlative story. The story revolves around a human, who lost his dream-girl (girlfriend) to an angel in angels'...
A human lost his love; he couldn't fight it so he seeks help from both humans an elemental beings only to achieve a Pyrrhic victory.
Magic flows in his blood.
His blood is the last of it's kind in the entire world.
To a mass serial killer of magical people, spilling Dean's blood is irresistible.
What if a secret magical society really did exist in the world today? How would they remain hidden? How would they sustain...
This is a short ode to my darling, presented to her last valentines day.
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
So there, I 'll recount I am not,
the one you knew amid the drifts,
as our blue dreams flied in griefs,
and a small solitude was our knot.
By Inre Demoner
A short poem about broken dreams and one last hope
The clean, crisp autumn air stirs as you hear a rustle in the night. Footsteps as light as a cat's streak through the undergrowth, the wild scent of the ferns mingling with the scent of living beasts. The moon silently watches over you as you see...
A poem about my current emotions.
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
"To be or not to be?" (Hamlet)