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Personal Quote: "To write is to play God for another world." - TA Maxwell
Sword WordsGleaming steel,Sword Words by Nnaliseaai
A felt point.
Rivulets of blood,
Blots of ink,
Tearing of flesh,
Scratching of paper.
DeicideSound of the nails being pounded,Deicide by Nnaliseaai
Drips of blood raining down,
Wailing women and a cheering crowd,
A spear piercing flesh,
Eyes had no blame, only acceptance.
This Son of Man knew of my presence,
And yet He did not waver.
To those who believed,
His sacrifice would save them all.
I was not sure how the death of one man
Could change the fate of so many.
He was seen to be divine and yet mortal.
At his last breath, my place here was done.
With a crown of thorns,
this worldly prince redeemed countless,
Or so it is proclaimed,
But he is remembered,
And I am one of those who do.
Mirror of Your SoulCan you glimpse your strife?Mirror of Your Soul by Nnaliseaai
Within the night of your soul?
You say it is not there,
Yet you tremble.
Beyond the looking glass,
Is a realm of your own.
Its shifting shadows and
Pale phantoms await you.
Will you keep them?
Long have they festered,
Fed by foul passions.
You overt your eyes
But can you not hear their wails?
Why do you refuse to see?
These wraiths of your creation,
Lie trapped within you.
They billow beneath the frosted glass,
They beckon you to silence them.
Will you answer their harrowing song?
Sweeter Than Chocolate...Sweeter Than Chocolate…Sweeter Than Chocolate... by butterflysuki
(A Host Club Valentines Day Fic)
It was the middle of the afternoon, and the wind was cold, blowing bits of late snow onto the beautifully paved walkways around the prestigious Ouran High School. It was Valentines Day, and the illustrious Host Club was packed, so much so, that even Kyoya was asked to step in and entertain, which only happened on rare occasions such as this. The appointment book was full and overflowing, keeping the hosts at their tables or couches until late into the evening.
But for some reason, Tamaki's mind refused to focus. Ever since 3:00pm that afternoon, when Haruhi came in carrying a large bag, he had been a complete mess. What could be in the bag? Could it possibly be chocolates? Valentines chocolates? Special Valentines chocolates for him from his precious Haruhi?! His mind came up with many various scenarios of his beautiful, sweet, and feminine daughter shyl