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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,
Recognise it,
Like oxygen, it's Necess'ry.
Embrace it,
Retrace it,
Like blood in my veins.
Reveal it,
Don't conceal it,
Sinuous in it's winding skeins.
Subsume it,
Consume it,
Absorb it's sweet caress.
Empower it,
Devour it,
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
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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 [1]Dear mom,The Ghost of Us [1] 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.
Your son,
Brendon
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
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