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In the Quiet Moments In that place between when you fall asleep and I wake up something happens. I fall asleep miles from you and when I wake you are there, curled around me like a protective barrier. I wish I knew what drove you to my window and even more so to my bed. What makes you crawl in under my pink covers and contour your body to mine. In that brief instance before your eyes close I wonder if you look at me, studying my every curve. Do you breathe out a sigh as your arm finds its way around my waist, pulling me against your heated skin? Probably nothing other than dragon instincts drive you, but still, here you are every morning snor

Sharpened Words Red the color of heated flesh, The same as the liquid running down her dress. Ink of black and eyes of coal- No one said a writer had a soul. Words like knives and knives like teeth That sink deeper, deeper until you bleed. Rotted skin and broken bones The ripped up sentences of stories never sewn. And there she sits in faded night Hunched in the candle light, A pained writer of silent woes- Tongue cut out by words too coldly told. My deadly lover with sharpened pen The horrid words never end.

Cause I believe in pixie dust Because I can see the fairy dust specks on their wings as they fly in and out the corners of my eyes I see the spirits talking in the shadows down the hall And I believe in the magic behind the wands But I don’t believe in god I see pixies playing hide and seek In the garden And the pot of gold At the end of the rainbow so many can’t find But I don’t believe in success over happiness I believe in Santa and unicorns In leprechauns and ghosts I wish on shooting stars and eyelashes I believe in the world on the other side of the mirror And in princes, true love and super heroes I believe in happily

Good writers make bad wives Who ever heard of a good wife having an opinion? Good wives are seen not heard. Same goes for good girls. It sounds crazy since we are decades passed the feminist movement and the world preaches equality, blacks, whites, men and women. Apparently what the world doesn’t preach is the unspoken rules wives and girlfriends, for that matter, abide by. Seen not heard makes you remarkably attractive and to your man’s family desirable. Talk and share your opinions less than his mother does and you will be set. I thought women like these went out I the last century. That the only reminisce of them were sout

Scream. Cause we were never loud enough for them to hear Scream So they won’t know you want to cry Scream and yell lie and fight because who knows if we’ll make it through the night Don’t let them know your world is falling apart because they won’t understand Only an artist can understand the pain and the strain it all takes on your mind To keep together all the glass that threatens to fall everytime you breath One day it will fall, so it might as well be today So scream my love, a scream to wake the world because the world should break at such a scream

Can we forget the world exists just for a little while? Can we please? Can we forget all the things they told us and just lay here like this? Can we ignore the thing in your pants screaming yes and the thing in my head yelling no? Let’s pretend your hair is made of wheat and my eyes are emeralds. And let’s make pancakes the feast of kings. In this world of syrup drenched royalty there is no snow because children need to stay in school. Leaving us the day in silence to mold with the couch that was only made for one but fits us fine. The wooden beads around my neck are worth more than the gold in Queen Victoria’s crown that ma

She sighed, but not a happy one One of contentment in where she rest Though contented sighs are good It was a lonely one at best Though I was right beside her It really mattered not Because when she wanders through her mind It’s only herself she’s got No matter how tightly I hold her hand Or how many kisses I leave on her cheek When her eyes hold distance There are secrets there to keep I look on for hours To see beyond those eyes Alas there for me is nothing, But content and lonely sighs Perhaps the day will come When I see through the lies But when that day comes A lovely lady dies

We are the sinners they said should never be, The unruly rebels, you and me. Because we dance til midnight, And never go a day without a fight. We fight for freedom, life and the chance to sing, We are the revolt against the king And that is why we are the damned Cursed forever and to them condemned For living, loving, and taking a stand We are the children that got too out of hand They disowned us for being what they are not We are happy, us the disobedient lot This joy that was meant to be a lie Something to search for until you die But not to us, we know it well That's why we're on the way to hell We sing, laugh and dance We took every

He was a boy when the war made us part unknown to anyone he'd return with a soldier's heart It can't be known to us who stayed to pray the pain and blood that spread an ocean away Though you can't know how many tears were shed when 5 months more every letter read Cause I've seen the men come to the door and make the wives fall to the floor I've heard the wrenching sobs of woe from the newly found widow That's something I always fear while waiting for you my darling, dear But finally you're home without an injury to be shown Here with me though you've grown older how was i to know you had the heart of a soldier You're eyes have been stained r

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up I still see your ghost Batman, Robin and Red Robin were against Red Hood tonight. It was always awful having to fight him. To the public they looked the typical super heros fighting an enemy, but under the masks it was brother vs. brother. Batman, Dick, tried to negotiate with Red hood, saying they fought for the same thing and should work together, but Jason didn't want to hear it. It had been the same spiel for the last five years. According to Red H