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Irish RainScattered flecks of ice and dew Amidst the velvet field Bathing hornbeam, elm and yew Whilst tiny creatures yieldIrish Rain
Lend the land a silken sheen And dust with silver fair Nature’s throne fit for a queen In modern kingdoms rare
Soft the sigh of cloud and breeze Whisp’ring tales of old Soil and seedling to appease And garb in satin bold
Solemn stone is glazed like glass In cloudy twilight shown Gathered ‘round in silent mass The ancient secrets known
Glittering world, glorious sight Shedding strife and p
by ~MyEunoia
In RetrospectEnsnared by the whispered strains of your tainted lullaby creeping on strands of silken shadow lingering at the corners of passion Beautiful anomaly trapped in the mad dance of temptation my Enchantress wielding the lure of desire woven in the fibres of forbidden love tender muted kisses - haunting fingertips to light my flesh- aflame melding flights of fancy lit by darkness -stroked- by scars fermented in naivety A heart so broken it pulses with the beat of obsession living on in futile pain Blind toIn Retrospect
by ~MyEunoia
Black LaceBlack lace-- See the intricate patterns Of life in black lace Intertwined choices, mistakes Darkned, blackened lifetimes Woven delicately along The ebb and flow of chaos The silken strands of sin As spun by the spider queen Here and there, we find Tiny, irridescent seed beads Like jewel bright eggs Of hope, happiness, love Darkness, in the form of black lace Creeps with ever-reaching tendrils Sprawling across silken flesh, Stroking and carressing, Painting the skin of the world In black laceBlack Lace
by ~MyEunoia
SnowflakesSnowflakesSnowflakes
Chapter One
He has snowflakes in his hair. That’s the first thing I see, not that his hair’s been dyed, or that he’s about half a foot taller than me, or any of that. Just snowflakes. He’s a little early, so I run back in to grab my coat before we leave. I’m still a little taken aback by the fact that he’s still here. I guess I’m still as egocentric as ever, because I expected that everything would freeze while I was gone. Looking around, I wonder if maybe it hasn’t. Everything looks like it’s made of crystal, dusted in powdery snowflakes. &nbs
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Spock:“You are the captain of this ship.”
Translation: “If you want to be an idiot, I won’t stop you, but only because I don’t out-rank you.”
- Lanaea "Brain Matter"; Chapter 11
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SHE LOVES YOU CAUSE YOU'RE SICK IN THE HEAD
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SHE LOVES YOU CAUSE YOU'RE SICK IN THE HEAD
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SHE LOVES YOU CAUSE YOU'RE SICK IN THE HEAD
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SHE LOVES YOU CAUSE YOU'RE SICK IN THE HEAD
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SHE LOVES YOU CAUSE YOU'RE SICK IN THE HEAD
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...like a virgin.
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