passion is a sinA faith-healerA sermonA misunderstanding A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit No virgin motherjust passion as a godlets the writers get it wrong
Breeder Part OneBreederPart OneThe facility was known for selling out a variety of healthy, beautiful, fertile, and exotic colored Breeders. Even Eliza has to admit that the reputation is well earned as she walks by the numerous displays of Breeding Drachs. Many of the humanoid beings flare their frills to her, each display habitat giving a decent job of showing their personality and abilities. She watches as one, a male in a display made to appear as a small glade, flares his frills and runs his hands upon the grass causing it to erupt into a multitude of brightly colored flowers. She simply smiles at the youth before continuing.Her own Drach, a large male with tanned skin and black and grey scales with a body that made even other alpha Drachs jealous named Sable, lets out a rumble as they listen to the owner of the facility. He is in an overly expensive looking outfit of golds and purples that clash horribly with his drown hair and green eyes but show just how much he made from breeding his stock
A Cynderarty Tale: Baker AUThe small silver bell tinkled above the door as it opened. Carter looked up from the counter with a smile. “Good morning!” She beamed, her gray-blue eyes sparkling.“Hmph.” The tall woman, tall by Carter’s standards at least, glared down at her. “I just need a bagel.” Her voice was low, snappish.“Right away!” Not allowing her cheery attitude to be sullied by the woman, she rushed around to grab a warm bagel. Passing it over the counter, she grinned. “Freshly baked this morning.”“Thank you.” The woman tossed her credit card on the counter.“Um… It was only two dollars…” Carter picked it up. She shrunk back as the woman’s eyebrows rose. “N-never mind.” She quickly rang up the charge and handed the receipt and card back to her. “Have a good day!”The woman stuffed it in her purse. “You too.”Carter watched her leave, the click of her heels on
Descending into the DarknessDarkThe deepest darknessWandering further than you likeEerie whispersScreamsBeings that pursue youEvil breeding within the wallsWarningsSirens blaring in your headBlood steadily staining your handsMemories flooding back to youHatredHow could you do that?How are you the true source...Of all this evil?Before you lose your mindYou decide to take the drinkA drink in which you will forget.
dead girls don't write poetrydear someone,there are no funeralsfor the fleshno hospitalsfor the mindno curtains & no cremationsfor all our pretty wordsparadigm,you can't save every patientsweet,a corpse would warm your bed
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1Part 1*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.Eric: It'll come. I know it will! I know it will! I know it will! I know it will!*After the appearance of the world name know as Train Yard Express, we see Sora, Donald Duck, and Goofy walking through a forest close to a train yard*Sora: I wonder where we are now?Donald: I don't know.Goofy: Gawrsh me either.*suddenly*?????: *Loud whistle noise* TO WORK! TO WORK!*The tr
To Painter.I cannot paint butI too am careful with mylights, darks, and blood reds.
Writers Block.A blank canvasA blank pageA burning desireFollowed by rageA block from thoughtA writers remorseI should have takenA writers coarseA hint of painNothings' remainA taste of sorrowA better tomorrowEverything's okA sparkA flameA thoughtA fireA burning desireA smooth motionA skin lotionA sarcastic notionA vast oceanAnd everything's going to be alrightBecause I've found my museAnd I'll hold it tight.I promise museI'll never let goFor I've missed youMore than you may ever know
Humming LoveMy heart sings a carol,My hum fills the air,I face each day,With love and a prayer.My joy is abounding,My laughter resounds,A smile unfailing,Love's passion abounds.My hope's a reality,My vision is clear,A dream in the making,As my love draws near.
.son of pride and lustyou let go of your inner lion.