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They say Love is a puzzle And people pieces People fit. -clink- Made for one another. They say Theres someone out there for everyone. Dating is trying to find That one person That special one Who fits with you. You anxiously search Frantically awaiting Longing for that completion Part of a whole. And when you fail, you cry To yourself: Am I that misshapen? Am I the exception? Am I so broken a piece No One can make me whole? They lie. People are not pieces. We are clay, moulded by those Whom we hold in high esteem The sculptures of our lovers' creation. Their careful hands quietly asking At the edge of every change "Do you love me?" When I

The Cat   The evening descended upon the city like a shroud of fog, choking everything within its shadowy grasp. Everywhere I looked, city life went on. The horns of cars sang their full cacophonous symphony, conducted by the sounds of the engines behind. They told of the triumphs and defeats of everyday drivers, the melodic transposition of traffic.   Amidst this well of sound, I nearly missed a small mewling sound that originated from the alley beside me. Curiosity drove me to investigate, and the whine seemed to cease as I entered the alley.   As I crooned soft words of comfort, attempting to coax it out of hiding, I noticed the shad

    Naturally, He Who Must Not Be Named (HWMNBN henceforth), could not possibly succeed at vengeance. That role of the dominion of the magical world would be impossible without a nose for such things. Additionally, HWMNBN faced many terrible obstacles, such as an inability to tell when he was being short-changed (he couldn't smell a rat), or relax (couldn't stop and smell the roses), or even make money off bounty hunting (couldn't catch whiffs of anything; and whiffs ARE quite valuable).  So it was probably a relief when he was stamped on by the possessed cows which had decided to form their own biker gang, especially without need of leathe

The monsters under my bed Made really good friends, Better than any I've ever had I would say.  They had this simplicity about them. They were naïve. They would try to scare me but They only made me Laugh. At all the nice things they would do. For me. The kids at school were monsters too. Not nice ones. They hurt me, crushed me, dumped me aside, like a wet paper towel they tore me apart and left me grasping at the pieces that remained Behind. I thought I had left it behind. But they haunt me like The monsters in the closet never did. They grip me in my darkest moments and tell me: I am nothing.  They scream at me f

On a particular day of 1666, the magic community decided to have a Christmas party. Naturally, the date could be any day, they weren't really that picky. It was the party part that was important. So it was decided that the date of the party to be on the 6th of June and that the theme would be Hellfire. The devil was of course, very pleased, and took the liberty of buying himself a suit. Well maybe "buying" actually means "forcing all the tailors in Hell to sew an acceptable suit and threatening them to eternal pain and suffering (or more of it in any case.)"  Invitations were sent, and food was of course most "generously" supplied by the town

  Regulus awoke to the smell of burnt air and cinders. HE opened his eyes and took a double take. The majestic room he had been in?  It wasn't really a ROOM anymore. It was more like a monument to the danger of explosives. All around him, pieces of the ceiling smoked. The people on the podium before, all 10 of them, stood around him. Their eyes were wide open, their hands twisted, their mouths open in shock. He looked down and saw concentric circles, crackling with liquid energy, hissing at him continuously.  "William, calm him down!" the council leader William had referred to as Merlin said tersely.  "I warned you to be unsealed," Will

  "The Test? What kind of ridiculous name is that?!" Regulus grumbled to himself as they walked down the gleaming hallway. All around him, portraits of people stared down at him, grinning almost in anticipation of the thing to come.  "Hey William, what is this Order you mentioned- the White Leopard was it?"   The jovial man paused for an instant and then replied, "We're a… gathering of… magic wielders."  "MAGIC IS RE-?!" Regulus burst out, then stopped himself. He HAD just created a room with nothing but his thoughts, and the knowledge had not stopped flowing into his brain. Who the hell was this Wesley The Great anyway? Some part of h

The silent pool breaks Into infinite concentric ripples Water seeping slowly down I hear the water hit the pool And break the silence As it echoes around the cave A reminder of the droplet's last act Drip, the water continues to Drop, into the pool and fade Like the tears that wash away The sadness of another day Will never do

Yellow should be happy, But he is not. Incomplete and empty. Devours all Leaving naught in his path But sweet memory of where it used to be He trawls, In his maze of a life Searching for someone who will help him. All try. All fail. Even those brighter than he Who shine like stars in the night, Can only for a time send the ghosts of his past back into the confines of a mental cage. Then they're gone. Never to return He is doomed to run on, Driven to consume everything, While fleeing his demons, Until there's nothing left. Then the game will start anew

Rainbows are beautiful things. They arch majestically and proudly Displaying their prowess for all too see. Their fixed colours of red to violet Always the same. Only as beautiful as their structure allow. Rainbows are brighter in my head, They are different- they shine like diamonds They are a million different colours put together In a billion more orders. They are as beautiful as anything And as everything Nightmares are darker in my head too. There's no light in my head, no one to call for help when the jaws snap shut around your waist. There's more fear and confusion and pain There's the unknown Out of sight and waiting