gabietink

Thought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory: The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning. It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death. Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age? Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage? Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies, for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies. I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought t

I remain awake at night, desperately seeking to find some rest, closing my eyes, faking it to Samuel and others seems to be my speciality's best. Gazing into the heavens, I search and select a star to find, wishing on it that somehow I can get peace of mind. Alas, I still remain bitter at those that I care for, but how can I find solace, when I've lost you e'er more? Something inside me does painfully start to yearn, as if it feels somehow, Lucius, you shall return. Gentle breezes may very well caress my alabaster skin, but perhaps it knows the sorrows I have within? Clear air and kind smiles can only do so much, yet it cannot comp

Claudia ... oh Claudia .. My life and joy~! Can you hear me, my darling, my sweet? I know you're hiding fro me ... stop. Ah. A cold chill? How endearing ... am I truly that terrifying? Oh, you poor thing. Do I chill to the core? Sinking you into an icy depth to which you wish you could find warmth? Tsk tsk. For shame. Tell me, Claudia, what makes you tick? Makes you scream? Oh? Have I struck a nerve? Claudia ... do you really want to know what happened to Harleen Quinzel? It's simple. She had a darkness within her ... she fought it constantly until she met me. She saw it then and gave into the things she yearened for the most -- it brought he

Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails, when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails. Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride? Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide. Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be, set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free. Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within, so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin. The stars and the moon should dance along with you, I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few. Darling little angel, why

Araby watched as Charley and the Dodger began to steadily approach her. Looking to the ground for a moment, a rotting apple caught her eye. Taking advantage of the situation, she quickly grabbed it and soon hurled it in their direction. As it splattered on Dodger’s face, a smile appeared on her face as feeling accomplishing such a feat. The smile somewhat faded as the Dodger aimed his finger at Araby. “Get ‘er, BATES!” was the swift statement and almost immediately, the three of them took off running back into the marketplace to where they began to brush up against the buyers and sellers, who in return, began to screech at

He stands proudly and honourably for his clan, With his brother and him, they are an ideal Highlander man. He is torn between two worlds, wondering often what is right, The wife and children he adores are the main joys in his life. A musician, rebel, a fighter of freedom true, Defending those he loves and to die for them he'd gladly do. A father, a brother, a beloved piper's son, He continues to march to the drum he's always followed on. The beautiful blonde hair, gleaming of purest gold, Eyes of bluish hue that hides the stories of Scotland old. His touch warms the longing and yearnful heart, To remember those he loves whilst on a