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That which we fear most, is being wrong.





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Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

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We are glad no one reads this, no one know we exist, no one will bare witness.

We have a grievance to bring forward.

Shady listened to you.  She stored up every word you said, every secret heart ache, every character nuance that will never make it to print because there is simply too much to ever possibly say.  She gave you of her own worlds, secret places no one else has ever seen.  She would have given you more, but you didn't want it.  Or maybe you did, but we guess it just wasn't important enough to fight for it.  It's hard for shady to give of herself, she's tired of being everybody's fool.

Drake watched over you.  When you were sick, she brought you what you needed, when you were unhappy she tried to cheer you up, when you were ready to give everything up she tried so damn hard to understand.  She fought for you when you wouldn't fight for yourself.  When you were too frightened or hurting to press on, she took the troubles out of your hands, so you didn't need to hurt anymore.  But you still didn't trust her with anything more than the superficial things.

Yet we sit here in the very same room and I don't think I've ever been more alone.

I fought for you, I bled for you, I've endured your foul temper and you wicked tounge and your general disregard for anything one other than your self.

And I still wasn't worth fighting for.

The little poetlings have gathered over time, so I thought I'd just dump them here and let them have there piece. Mostly Shady here.  Only one is Drake's, but can you tell which.

We snarl, we study, we sign up for classes for next year.  We'll probably lose your internet connection when we try to..  The classes are to hard, Shady's taking to many credits and in to far over her head and I'm picking up the damn slack.  Her "friends" are falling to fricken pieces and it's their own damn fault and all we can do is smile and say "We're proud of you."  Not to mention I am in danger of bloody death by random.  

All hope is not lost however, I saved the damn fish.

Only Shady could manage to kill a Siamese fighting fish, the things are practically indestructible, but nooooooooooo. Not only does she manage to traumatize it by trying to "pet" it, she somehow lets it jump out of it's tank onto her laptop.  The lid had a paperweight on it, HOW CAN A FISH JUMP OUT OF A SEALED TANK? Gah!

Sufficient methods have been applied and the fish in now safe and healthy again. I.E. it is mine now and Shady gets a goldfish, at least they are cheaper.  Who would have though peas were a cure-all for betta fish? So random.

Tehehe, silly drake lost! So shady gets to post first =^.^=.  And torment you with more angsty, emo poetry.   I'm actually rather please with this one, it's an excercize in contradictions and the truth they hold in reality.  No muses for this one, Clover tried, but I wouldn't let it, it tends to make my writing to heavy handed.

More of the Down Series.

I've never been able to keep one of these things alive for very long, so we'll see if this lives, but I really just wanted a place to post my writing. And to delurker myself in a number of communities.

Why start this now? Angst is a wonderful motivator, so is poetry. But so is not sounding like an emo fourteen year old. I really don't write that much angst, I just tend to be very intense so it comes off as emotional.

If so moved their will probably be fanfiction here, Naruto, final fantasy, Alichino, and anything else I'm inspired to spit something out about. But primarily it will be used to post poetry, Roma stories, and segments of two novels I am currently working on, Mandate of Heaven and Cordis Sanguines. Maybe even a little art, who knows.