Tears
Soul out. let it spill upon the floor as your body and mind empty itself of these temporary emotions. drown in your own sorrows. love can be the only life raft...some of us are never thrown one; and thus we die in our own self created pit of despair and loneliness
A Dragon and his Daddy part 2
A Dragon and his Daddy part 2 A new dragon By Kendo Kawabata The morning paper lay spread out on the table, still stuck on the first couple of pages as they had been for the last hour. A large mug of black coffee, long since cold, sat beside a...
LOS: "It's About You"
Jasper was lost in his own jubilant thoughts. The cougar's long tail was looping and popping against the side of the sofa where he lay sprawled over its entire length, and his eyes were clasped firmly shut--lips frozen in a grin--as he imagined all of...
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
loneliness is an aliment of your past. love is the blanket that now warms you. trust in me to provide, everything your emotions crave and demand. never, will i fail you. i'll put my entire being into your happiness.
Possession
But alas despite the wishes put out by the loneliness of clichés i still look up at the sky, the endless skies impervious to pain, scars from the poison rain
A Moment In Hell
Poem ashes of the past drift in the midnight skies i watch them fall around me like dying fireflies tears flowing like a river and the constant pain filling the void of loneliness and lighting it up in flames that never seem to grow cold with
The Brood - Chapter 5
That feeling of loneliness so deep it hurt my heart was coming from him! suddenly he looked up and right at me as if i were there. intensely beautiful hazel eyes boring into me. i gasped loudly and shook my head.
Bad to the bone (1)
There is warmth there and a loneliness that is so familiar to me, it is the same loneliness that i feel every night when i go to bed alone. either he saw the same thing in my eyes or maybe something else. i don't know.
My true loves
My hero in the darkest hours of my loneliness, and broke the shackles of my melancholic distress. i've been walking this road for several years, passed the curves in the shadow of my fears.
Winter's (or "Snows" her nickname) Backround story
She still has a slight problem with talking to strangers due to her past, dealing with the loneliness of life and hardship all by herself. ...untill now...
To Be a Brother
With a brother at your back, loneliness cannot attack. for in those times of your need, your brother will be there for you to lean. a shoulder to cling to and to cry, always being there by your side.
Lustbeast
Then the worst of the horrors and pain faded to be replaced by a steadily growing...loneliness, a loneliness that ate at what was left of hir soul, a horrible terrible loneliness that grew and grew over the centuries.