Pax per Exitia iiThere was something beautiful in it all—to see the haze rise above the city with a heady scent. Oh, that scent! It was as if all thePax per Exitia ii
world’s evils were burning wonderfully, gloriously, in one pile, in
one final death drop all the conceivable ills were demolished. The
enduring rubble brought us all liberty. Through the deaths and
sacrifices rose our goals and hopes, our dreams and, someday,
our rea
Pax per ExitiaThere was something beautiful in it all—to see the haze risePax per Exitia
above the city with a heady scent. Oh, that scent! It was as if all the world’s evils were burning wonderfully, gloriously in one pile, in one final death drop all the conceivable ills
were demolished. The enduring rumble brought us all
liberty; through the deaths and sacrifices rose our goals
and hopes, our dreams and, someday, our reality. Ne’er swaying rose the ghosts of our past; reminisces of our
desperate souls and longings for what was real and true.
The falling firestorms awoke ou
SenexThe blue and green glow from the television illuminated the old man’s face. Crevices of skin stayed dark around his deep-set eyes and mouth. He seemed to emanate a permanent grey, sooty air as he sat motionless in his worn easy chair. The faded yellow cloth of the easy chair was so dirty it nearly matched the man’s old denim shirt. His clouded eyes never moved as the box in front of him flashed pictures and sounds. His chest moved up and down laboriously as his breath fought raggedly to heave in and out.Senex
The man’s eyes closed, his lids heavy as if his many years were sitting upon them. His world became dark and silent. The man’s
in spite of emotions version ipart i- the beginningin spite of emotions version i
The large room was suddenly flooded with light. The reflections of graduated cylinders and beakers showed a scruffy man, dressed in all black, stalking slowly through the room. “Let’s see…” he muttered to himself as he pulled out a small scrap of paper with a list scribbled on it. The man, who was grey more from stress than age, walked slowly around the room, pausing periodically to consult his list. After examining the room, he came to a halt in front of a large, black rectangular machine. He caress the box with his fingers and showed the slightest signs of el
BlissSprawled beside me, holding her tight My own little slice of bliss Taking a moment to enjoy the view And know that nothing is amiss.Bliss
To have her near me, my only desire Each occurrence a waking dream My hands roam to caress her soul Feeling skin of silky cream
Our time together sparkles with magic Our love is static between Each touch a shock, right up the spine Emotions stronger than we've seen
But, alas, we must always depart There aren't enough hours in a day But we look ahead to the future that comes For a time when together we'l
You Will Never Forget ThisI work at a place where all residents are wealthy, all needs are taken care of, and the place is beatifully decorated. "Assisted living" it's called. The area is safe and the land is being bought up everyday, dissapearing to massive homes built on rolling hills.You Will Never Forget This
But nobody is happy. Nobody wants to live in this place.
They all smile, they all talk, laugh... but it's all a charade, the mask of living a life which has no meaning. Wrinkles in which the world struggles to abolish are all over... around their eyes, in their cheeks, and covering their hands, they take over the person. They become the grandma they used to r
Just For YouIf I could make an ocean I'd make it just for you If I could build the world I'd give it to you tooJust For You
You're everything to me My sun, moon and stars The bond between us great And reaches beyond Mars
If I could make your pain recede and put your mind to rest I would do it all for you 'Cause to me you are the best
The Lady Bugs are STEALING MY SOUL!!!
I also like your Legolas/lynx picture. very cute.
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Somedays, it's a good day to die. And somedays, it's a good day to have breakfast.
~Thomas Builds-the-Fire - Smoke Signals
HahA Mine is a Wild thing
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BTW, thanks for putting me in your sig :-D. I'm flattered.
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