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superbeast666
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Deception

Music, when soft voices die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy though...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 02/09/2009 09:25:52

Me, Myself and I

Darkness I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came,...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 02/04/2009 18:08:21

Me, Myself and I

A Special World A special world for you and me A special bond one cannot see It wraps us up in its cocoon And holds us fiercely in its womb. Its fingers spread like fine spun gold Gently nestling us to the fold Like silken thread it holds...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 06/25/2008 15:32:01

Me, Myself and I

My Sweetheart So often when I am embracing you, It seems that you exist in this world only because of me and I exist because of you. It's not easy to wander in this world and not lose one's way, but the greatest happiness of all is in givi...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 05/10/2008 18:17:45

Deception

Sitting on the bed writing in her journal, Jezebel sighed softly, and rested her head in her hands. Stumped and irritated, she rubbed her eyes, and closed up her laptop. Standing up, she stretched her arms out to the side, and yawned. She...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 04/01/2008 15:39:56

Me, Myself and I

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/30/2008 15:54:54

Deception

"Not a word to Erin." Jezebel said as she flipped her phone closed. She glanced back at the operator of the Terra Mascarada Nova, gave him a nod, and with that he was gone into the caves. Jezebel looked around the ledge she was placed on,...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/27/2008 14:50:44

Me, Myself and I

Love is strong yet delicate. It can be broken. To truly love is to understand this. To be in love is to respect this. Stephen Packer I've been stuck in song in my thoughts, songs of love are so heartwarming. Wasn't it Agent Pace who said "...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/23/2008 02:55:49

Me, Myself and I

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved. George Sand In my desperation to leave and the helpful crew of the Die Maskierten Manner, I am free of Old Zion. The bleakness of that place depresses me, we weren’t made to live…u...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/16/2008 17:45:59

Me, Myself and I

Don’t fall in love with someone you can live with, Fall in love with someone you can’t live without. We went out to dinner the other night. I could tell right away, he had a lot on his mind. The one thing I admire is the fact he don’t beat...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/14/2008 02:35:16

WTB: pink stuff

I can craft the buffed version of the coat, if your interested.

Marketplace - Syntax · 03/13/2008 07:18:17

Me, Myself and I

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, But by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. I’ve been training a lot lately, keeping busy helps me think clearer. My biggest conflict is attempting to actually blurt out my beliefs. I ju...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/11/2008 07:31:01

Me, Myself and I

I was let go, the ransom paid. This is where it gets weird. I have found love. But we can not be… our differences get in the way. He is strong and passionate in his ways, which is why he intrigues me so. He is Cypherite and I am…who I am,...

Next Renaissance - Syntax · 03/10/2008 11:51:11

Me, Myself and I

In love we are bound, in love we will die I can’t start my story from awakening or before, for my clouded mind has had a momentary lapse of reason. My memories came back to me as faded thoughts, a brief whim of what use to be. As I searche...