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Using writing very therapeutical myself.

I really liked "Fooish"...

Ten

So soft are were your hands
My skin woke up
Under their touch
Living under the cover of the night
So deep was your kiss
My body answered
Your eternal call
Flying with edge of your will
So silent were your lies
My lips broke
Of fear to speak
Running from the truth.

Now
Where do we go?

I put my words in your mouth

Let the sky break down
And the stars fall over us
Let the earth roar
The sea rise
The thunder burn

At the end of the day
When all is in pieces
And all steps wiped out
You will still be safe
In the shadow in my hand.

Existing in your words Only Even when I know That you lie At my side And lie with sweet taste. Breathing through your words Only Although I hide That where I love You lie in velvet And taste like bitter dreams. Dying with your words Only Wherever I learned That love is there To lie to me And sweeten...

Estel, the format of the thread does not make the reading any easier... but I would like to share some ideas... maybe one day over YM, if you allow me to.

Sunsilver I should have thanked you long ago for posting this. So many times Loved Kissed Desired Wanted Yelled So many times Without memories. How many times Hoped Cheated Begged Cried Broken How many times Without a trace This time Given Melted Dreamt Tasted Cut This time Which remains What remain...

Your name has become silence I scream it against the walls It echoes against my sleeves Cuts like a knife in my wrists I scream against the memories Of the days when your name was a melody And the earth turned to the rythm of your heart When the sky answered my voice And your lips were warm with mus...

Did you talk to me, Din?

This said, I miss my Evil Overlord.

Thank you, Jae. You know that I don't hug in this shape.... One last was missing: the ABC written on may 20th 2003 A dark Lord in Barad-Dur Calling for Darkness and Evil upon all Free people. Give up all Hope and Implore the Justice of the King of all Life. It is Madness to fight Nothingness and Opr...

written on novembre 15th 2004: Where do you wash your dreams When the colours have bleached out And you do not remember the taste of the morning. Where do you find your words When your mind hurts so badly That it kills all living sound in your soul How does your life taste In the bitter morning of l...

written on september 23rd 2004 When I said: I don't love you any more I said it like someone says The earth does not turn any more And the wind has stopped blowing The sea is not salty any more And blood is not flowing The sun does not shine any more And the grass is not growing. When I said: Go awa...

written on september 9th 2004 Just another dance While the notes are still falling in the air and the steps, learned so long ago make the feet move on their own. Just another dance When the music is tired already from being heard and the hands on the shoulders glide with sweat and she is dull and ju...

written on August 27th 2004 All I see now are your dark footsteps in the snow around my frozen heart. All I see now are your dry footsteps on the road where you walk the rain of my tears does not fall When I fell in love with you I knew that your heart was broken And I wanted to take it that way Wit...

written on july 10th 2004 Medea sometimes I dream of you when the fatigue is so thick that every question hurts and every why and when and where is too much. Elektra sometimes you are my sister when she still stares over my shoulder critizising with her sweet and singing voice smiling like a vampire...

written on june 6th 2004 Renewal? Even my death you steel it from me. Still when the gas enters and I know You will burn me and use the ashes to make soap and your clean hands will play Bach's Goldberg variations You will cut my hear to make a soft seat so that sweet Margarete does not get hurt You ...

written on june 2nd 2004 Reading Kafka Narrow streets of Prague Dusty windows And words sharp Like nightmares of Reality. Josephine the Singer Screaming the judgement on Joseph K, brother of Gregor Samsa Letting the artiste Starve in delight Without limelight Crawling the walls up dirty footprints o...

written on may 10th 2004 Enter into the light Like some crazy insect Go to the flame Like the forest in summer Turn to the sun Like an aztek God Light a candle On the grave of the dream Night The only escape Cold The only feeling The foolish hope They promised Is only another Burning deception Roast...

written on may 4th 2004 I was in your hands Lived through your words Tasted your salt Sharing every emotion Trembling and hoping Alive, at last In your eyes Dreaming to console you To hold you through The night and the dark Until the morning arrived And she danced again Back you went Forgotten I was...

written on march 14th 2004 Guilty The crowd humms it The air smells it The judge hammers it Guilty. If only he could take his Wet handkerchief And wipe me away Like a chalk drawing Shake the dust out of it. Punishment Deserved pain and exile Rightful torture Legal waiting and working Punishment If o...

written on february 9th 2004 The morning is silent Words gone into the void And dreams vanished Bleak music From a useless radio And a white screen Flickering empty. Dawn is dead The sun is rising grey Myst over the grass Frozen steps On the lost floor Slowly falling Out of love Tha day is dreadful ...