Aberr

Very few would stop and stare at the sight of a lone wolf He hunts alone reaping his rewards alone I wonder, does his lack of a pack bother him? That he has none to share a scavenged carcass with? But I for one can't quite ignore his cool gaze Because I know most lone wolves die in the wild

Cursed to search endlessly for hope Even if it may just be a small spark Lingering on the borders of black and white Rejected by both light and dark Emptiness in my chasm of a chest Where a beating heart of life once dwelt Shades of loneliness that swallow me whole Perhaps long ago I would have felt compelled To cling tenaciously to those feelings of despair But alas, no heart to be moved exists For myself to feel sorrow or to feel my insides tear Apart as the solitude eats away at the false mask I wear But I was never meant to be here to stay Soft voices whisper in my ears while I fade away And I know for certain that their wor

Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine. Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all. The silent pitter-pattering of the rain was my sole source of comfort. I could almost laugh at myself when I realized how easily she had coaxed me from my safe shell. I suppose it didn't do me much good locking up my heart and away from prying eyes. It made me feel safe to know that I, myself, was the only one who knew the secrets that my heart contained. But I'd allowed myself to grow selfish. Just having one person know of such secrets and thoughts hadn't been enough for me. It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was on

"Hello? Hey! Wait for me, all right?" I've spent a year waiting for you. "Watch over the others for me. I swear I'll bring him back!" I pray that both of you return without even a scratch. "We'll all go to lots of places together!" Don't make me wait long. I'm looking forward to that day we set sail together. "I'll be really angry if you're not the first person I see when I come back on the shore!" I'll never stop waiting for you. I'll never lose faith in him. My heart will never be complete. Two pieces of the puzzle are missing. It will never rest until you're back. Sora, Riku, come home soon...

I dreamed of a faroff land That was not bound to a chain Where silent prayers from the sky Fell to the ground like rain Sinking deep into my skin To remove my heart's deepest stain I wandered in this faroff land Wandered both near and far I lay upon grassy hills And counted each and every star Watching as each new wish Was delivered no matter how bizarre I climbed a tree in my faroff dream Simply too perfect to be real I gazed out towards the rising sun With misted clouds drawn back to reveal How a land magnificent like this Could only be surreal

I wish to be a boy To run through the cornfields When I thought a soldier was only a toy And ran with kites through the Dense forests of Illinois Where I would laze under the sky Count the clouds as they passed by When being a man meant I didn't cry But when I did, Mother was there To wipe my teary eyes dry I wish to return to that time Before I learned what it was like For brothers fighting with minds sublime Before I let those bullets fly And I was not guilty of this crime

"I swear, that thing is going to be the death of us all." "What are you talking about? He's completely lovable!" Megan crossed her arms stubbornly while glaring at her closest friend. "And if you'd forgotten, Dan, hand puppets don't eat people's faces off." "Sure they don't… You even named that thing Hell Bunny!" Dan sighed while shaking his head as Jenna jabbed the puppet in his face. "Whoa! Personal space!" Megan glowered at him again as she made Hell Bunny scratch his head and nibble at the plush carrot sewed into his hand. "Look, he's harmless," she pouted as she stroked one of his soft ears. "I've had him for at least six years

My dearest possession in the world was not wrought of gold. It may not be worth much in other people's eyes. As a matter of fact, it might just be an old, beat-up photograph to them. I laid the photograph out on the table top, smoothing out the corners of it. I really should have put it in a frame. It wouldn't be so creased if I had. Still, the little folds in it did not take anything away from the picture's significance. No matter how much I studied it, I never got tired of the photograph. At first glance, it wasn't anything special. It was just a picture of my family from when I was eight, your typical happy-go-lucky boy and his sweet youn

Once upon a time There was a young boy A brave lad Who let no one stop him Marched right past all those invisible borders That banned him from passing through Only to get shot down by those guarding the line

The twilight moon is nothing compared To that pale glow of your skin The night's stars become your eyes Even though it's really only been A couple days, weeks, or perhaps years It's all the same to me Not that I really care especially when your Arms wrap around me like the sea You fit perfectly in my embrace And when you tilt your head back To close up that small space Between our faces with your lips I could just melt away into your Sweet and gentle smile And wish I were the warm tea you pour Into your morning cup To warm your heart And start your day off with a smile