

Feathered Heartraven’s hair bluejay eyes skin; a pale sweet dove wings of a hawk, surround her heart a strong and willing guide sits on a perch cloudy throne eyes up to the sky watching the winged ones, fly about feather’s, dreaming once more pain from her back two soft appendages appear dream of reaching now true touch of cloud, feel of sun breeze leading her by as she flutters about now part of the “V” she doesn’t notice below sharp-pointed weapon with chilling heart takes on jealousy once held perfect aim set to destroy takeFeathered Heart


Don't Push PlayThe phone is ringing again, but I’m too afraid to pick up. I know it’ll just be the voice again. I can only sit and watch, until the beep of the automated machine wails, and I hear it again. The voice that tells me it’s watching. The one that says it needs me. The one that haunts me each and everyday and has now for the past month. The voice that is sickly sweet, and filled with love and domination. I don’t know which to believe. At first, I thought it was a joke from one of my co-workers. Just a game to play on the quiet woman. Sure, I ignored it for awhile. It started out as a simple, “I know of you and I want to get to know youDon't Push Play


Nothing SaidA tentative knock came at the door. Your eyes flashed towards the clock mounted on the smooth walls of your quiet home.Nothing Said
“2:30 in the middle of the night. Who in the....” A second knock interrupted your thoughts. The house was dark. The only sound that could be heard was the melody of a soft violin exiting the stereo. A third knock filled the air, disrupting the lovely song. Your body tensed as you lifted your head from gazing at the moon and stood from your perch at the bay window. You stalked towards the door, your bare feet sliding gracefully against the dark wood of your natural floors. The moonlight gli
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Sig! (comming soon)
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And I thank you
For bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here
-Depeche Mode"Home"
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I wish my dreams were real...
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I wish my dreams were real...
Promise.
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I wish my dreams were real...
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I wish my dreams were real...
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