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Dawn break Memory take This night away O Moon please stay Beside me Oh besides me Oh how I need thee I’d be so empty But my hands, so full So full, will not regret these Shadow embraces So human face Eyes of crystal Craters pupil-dark I wait for The eclipse The ellipsis of chapter’s end Sung birdsong Heralds Harbingers Harrying, the Sun O sweetest Moon, O where have you gone?

I’m bleeding out Just lying down Can’t see these eyes Stop lying now I tell these lips They hear my words Static inside This mobile hearse This body sleeps My only chance To feel a thing My only choice Ripped from within And there’s no time There’s never any time To save me To claim me This monster So hungry To drag me To drop me This monster So ugly Waits to embrace me I plan to erase me Every mistake A stroke of my pen Paper so torn Corners lace shreds The frays are my compass To lead me north But stars all fall Like lovers do That’s all we are Fusion giants Blowing dust Across the ashes of us

No one wants to say it No one wants to speak Those words But still they lurk In the dark The corner of the mind Crawl from the skull Puncture the eyes Like a crab With claws They bite Hungry, gnaw at these insides And still no one want to name it This demon This danger This goodbye Anything but that The very sound might call it to life So we touch wood Touch hands Take arms To slay this demon The monster with no name Or a name we cannot pronounce Fear to speak Lest it cease to sleep

Poor little pitiful Dancer In a sea of white Sees only black In the light of day Clear cut clarity Through night Scattered and put to flight And drift down Like wood that drips Salty water Brine upon your cheeks Grit between your toes From miles Of the path Less travelled And well trod On the bright horizon So set off All the fires Inside our hearts To hide our alarm Within our dreams Nightmares not enough It would seam They seep Through the shutters Claw through the crack Fingerhold in the field of vision And the corners of our eyes And we fear We may never see the Sun

Rosalinda Macfry Von Husen hated kung fu. It was all his fault that she was doing this. Vaaghan Don Listang, or Don as his friends called him, was the most popular guy in the school and ever since she had bumped into him on the street she had fallen under his spell. That and she didn't want him telling everyone that she was a loser for doing pretend kung fu in the middle of the street. Now she was stuck in this stupid class, with him showing off his black-belt moves. And the random golden cat which seemed to follow him everywhere. It was like no one else even noticed it. No one else but her, who was stuck in the corner clutching the brown pa

I wish I could see your dreams, the heart of your soul. I wish I could gaze at your face and see more than my reflection looking out from your darkened eyes. I struggle to hold onto you in this shifting world. I wonder if it's supposed to be this hard to love you, to keep faith that you will love me back. You don't seem too perturbed, your eyes are cloudy. I pray it doesn't rain. I wish you would let me in, into your world. Your eyes are locked doors, the pale haze deceptively calm when you turn your face to mine. Just for a moment, one glorious moment, emotions trace their way across your face. But they are lost in the barren terrain. I won

When will you come back to me my love? I want so much to hold you in my arms once more and smell your flowing tresses and dream of what could be. In the end this is all a dream and all that is left is madness and despair. I want the world to stop, just freeze for one moment; a moment is more than enough to be at ease, to wish for a life that was not my own. Why must I stay so cold and empty in this lonely world where you are but an absent ache to quell my hopes with fears? I hit my head on my windowledge when I climbed up my drainpipe tonight to watch the earth turn on despite the earth-shattering truth that you are gone. I was skidding and

He wonders if anyone knows how it feels to hate someone you should love every night as he sits there in the cold street and waits for her. She may just be a girl to some but to him she is everything he owns and more than he could ever afford. It isn't her he hates, no definitely not her. She's perfect; her lips the cure for his anger, her hands the end of all his worry. No, it's his mother who doesn't understand (at least that was his religious mantra). He had a vague recollection of yelling something like that as he slammed the door on his life forever. He wishes he could take it back, but there's no going back. Not now he's wound up starti

This is the tale of how, one dull and stormy morning, my dreams came true. The teachers had told us that a lucky few, who got their permission slips in on time would be going to the premiere of a well known movie; 'The Twilight Saga: New Moon'. Now to help you understand how I felt, I myself am a massive fan of Taylor Lautner, the young actor who plays Jacob Black. More than that, I was truly, deeply, obsessively in love with him. I will always be grateful to those who could see this and procured me a place on the trip. I was elated when I was told about what my friends and parents had done for me. But sooner or later I would begin to worry

Watch the sparkle that shimmers in her eye. See it glistening in the hooded light of the world. The faint smile – a pain-filled grimace for those who have surrendered any purpose other than to witness now – traces the barren plains of once-beloved lips. Fell the woe of the drums which beat for the still hearts of men. Hearts full of courage, struck down in the name of peace. For the freedom of the nameless, they gave their spirit. For the belief in equality, they gave their soul. In the pursuit of justice they lost everything, though hope remains to fight when they cannot go on. Though they seem but asleep, that they can be woken by