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HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, her
A Heroic Fool-John and Vriska Terezi snickered, a grin of triumph on her face, "I'm blind, so I have no need for coin tosses." She faced her old flarping partner, the coin they had just flipped had granted her freedom. Vriska however, knew very well there was no intention of her walking free. Keeping this hidden, she turned and began to walk away. "I get to go free," she said, a hint of malice in her voice. As she continued to walk, Terezi raised her cane letting its blade grow longer. Vriska walked towards the edge of the platform, preparing to fly as Terezi lunged towards her sward outstretched aiming at her back. Despite her lack of eyesight, her speed and dexterity were astonishing.
"I knew you wouldn't let me go," Terezi snickered "It's our destiny since our wriggling that this would happen." She stopped dead in her tracks awaiting the blades plunging into her back. It was a fitting end for someone
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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