Vengeance With Venom
Similies.As slow as lightning,Similies. by *Cuddlepuss
as swift as a slug.
As cosy as an icicle,
unwelcome as a hug.
As safe as the atom bomb,
as unnatural as leather.
As light as a ton of lead,
as heavy as a feather.
What do these things have in common,
they are descriptive frames.
Now what on Earth, do you think,
could be that terms name?
My Man.With eyes like a foggy morn,My Man. by *Cuddlepuss
deep and mysterious.
My love gazes back at me,
looking oh so serious.
His hair now is a greying dark brown,
with bald spot at the crown.
His forehead permanently marred,
from too frequent a frown.
His stomach is still flat though,
in fact he's underweight.
He still carry's himself upright,
with that same old gait.
The years have been quite kind to him,
although his health declines.
To me, he's still the man I love,
the years just redefine.
Twenty years and more it has been,
that we've been together.
Still as strong as as e'er we were,
come good or ill the weather.
Apathy.Despair tears down the false persona's,Apathy. by *Cuddlepuss
behind which we hide.
Fear breaks forth to overcome,
defenses where we reside.
Depression takes control of minds,
when these have done their tasks.
Apathy then rules the heart,
keeps feelings locked in flasks.
Oh, for desire or energy,
to break the hearts tight seal.
Oh, for the drive or care,
the want with this ti deal.
The colour washes out of life,
I could not give a toss.
I see so much that should be done,
but life is nothing but dross.
I really cannot be bothered,
Just want to be alone.
Then deeper into squalor sink,
and to myself, moan.
Bittersweet.Bittersweet, our last embrace,Bittersweet. by *Cuddlepuss
we knew it not at the time.
Bittersweet, for who could say,
you'd die in your prime?
Bittersweet, all loves excelling,
was our wedding tune.
Bittersweet, for it is also,
played now at your tomb.
Bittersweet, the tears that fall,
as night turns to day.
Bittersweet, as I try,
to keep depression at bay.
Bittersweet, who would have thought,
that a heart could break twice?
Bittersweet, I'm more than ready,
to find a new vice.
Bittersweet, my heart is failing,
faster, now my love.
Bittersweet, for I must fight it,
for our young ones, my dove.
A Feeling So Strong.Can't see it,A Feeling So Strong. by *Cuddlepuss
Can't touch it,
This feeling within me.
I know it,
Like oxygen, it's Necess'ry.
Like blood in my veins.
Don't conceal it,
Sinuous in it's winding skeins.
Absorb it's sweet caress.
Sooth your hearts distress.
This is it,
The big it,
The best there can be.
Can't beat it,
Or defeat it,
Great is my love for thee.
Phan - I SwearPhil's P.O.VPhan - I Swear by *Anarchy-01
You swore that you wouldn't forget me.
It was cold for May, colder than it should've been by right, but we went walking. I told you I needed to talk to you about something, something important and personal, something that'd been eating me up on the inside for a long time.
"Dan," I'd said, avoiding your eyes because what I was about to say sounded pretty weird. "Do you ever wonder, sometimes, why you're here? Like, what the point in life is? Because I'm never going to do anything magnificent. I'm never going to be any more than Phil Lester, AmazingPhil, that guy who makes videos sometimes. Why should I even bother?"
You stopped walking, and so did I. I took a glance over at you and I knew you were thinking. Your brow was furrowed and your eyes were focused on nothing at all, clouded with concentration. It was best not to disturb you when you were thinking, but I really wanted to just fake a laugh, to tell you that it was nothing, that I was just kidding. But doing that h
HallucinationsThere was a soft chuckling from the bushes, a small figure watching this frantic stallion. Well, he thought it was supposed to be a stallion. He certainly looked… odd. It was a park they were in, just outside of town. Hiding in the bushes, he watched the delirious horse take in his appearance. White, possibly once a dapple pony, his mane nor streaked with red, blue and purple, as was his tail. His eyes were now red. And the pony didn’t appear able to get over the shock. Pssssh, at least he didn’t have WINGS, he wasn’t now half dog. He doesn’t know what happened to the figure in the bush, but at least he hasn&rsqHallucinations by *littleblackmariah
The Ghost of Us Dear mom,The Ghost of Us  by ~may1325
They’re shipping me off to England soon. The higher ups think that we could be of help in some plan they have. But of course they haven’t told me anything other than where to go and what to bring. I hope I can be back in time for your birthday, but if I’m not, I’ll send you something from England.
I think a world war is the only thing that could get a singer at a small bar to leave his well-paying job and take up a gun. I’ve never really been into politics and stuff like that, but I think that this is way better than old guys passing laws. It actually does something rig
Phan - Does This Answer Your Question?Dan's P.O.V
I sighed and wiped my sweat drenched forehead with the back of my hand. When I started out working part-time in a flower shop, I thought it would be easy money for easy work. But no, of course, it wasn't. Working in a flower shop was stressful, and don't get me started on the manual labour involved - what with putting up hanging boxes, lifting boxes heaver than I was full of vases, sweeping up after pruning the plants - it was hard work.
Yet I loved my job. I loved perfecting the arrangements of flowers, seeing someone's happy face after receiving or buying a beautiful bouquet that I helped with, all that kind of thing. Stressful as it was, I enjoyed my work, and I got reasonable pay, most of which went towards my rent or my college fees.
A boy stepped opened the door, the bell making a little ding. The shop was mostly empty, a few customers were dotted around and a few were sitting in the cafe which was joined onto the shop. He stuck his hand into his pocket and p
RegretThe shop is shut and the blinds are drawn,
The lights are switched off until a never-coming dawn,
The posters and signs are ripped and torn,
My little shop, left all alone and forlorn.
No more faulty stock left out on the side,
No more nooks and crannies where I can hide,
No more isles and counters where I reside,
My little shop, it broke down and died.
Go To Sleep
It should have been like any other night after Late Night Raw; almost everyone was ready for bed, settled down and ready to sleep in their hotel rooms. The divas were dressed in silk pyjamas and nighties, with fluffy bunny slippers and dressing gowns to match. Some of the superstars wore pyjamas, like Cena's Marvel Superhero ones, while others wore thin pyjama pants and little more, and others- like the three man band, with toy guitars tucked under their arms, preferred to stick to their tight and uncomfortably hot ring gear, with dreams of future stardom in the rock n roll world.
All except for two were ready for bed.
The reigning WWE Cham
Vengeance With Venom
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- Kat - Mrs Meow Toro / Butt Face.
- Alice - Cupcake
- Claude - Sweetpea
- Abby - Sweetie.
- Mariah & Cory - Sparkles
- Skarlett - Red
- Skye -
- Hannah - RIP
- Kira - Lollypop
- Kate - Muffin
- Lynzii - Bun
- Breege - Woofer
- Ronnie - Fives
- Ash - Angel
- Marti - Universe
- Zoe - Trusty
- Maddi - Lilac
- Tegan - Hyper
- Sha - Princess
- Claude - Ditzy
- Gillian - Bro
- Tammy - Pyro
- Rebecca - Frank's Sealion
- Electric Reaction
- Rachael - Phandom
- Adrian - Son
- Lokir - Gamer
- Ellie - Helpful
- Chris - Mini Ma
- Michael - Glomper
- Catie - Sneaky / Sly / Ray (of light)
-Frankie da misfit
- Donya - Dee
- Kari - Belle
- Sally - Salty
- Anita - Ginger
- Becky - DEACTIVATED.
- Maria - g0
- Frerard / Froggy Queen - Your Freresty
- Melinda - Snakey
- Raphael - Gmotier
- (from the east, and unknown of til now).