AKA... Unfinished work.
2008
[one]
What a perfect sky, perfect water. It is a reflection - a reminder of what life had been like and what it should be.
Forever.
He had lost it all here, but he knew there was only one way for him to get it back. To leave. To run. To get away.
Anchored in the harbor had been a small, white boat. A sunfish, to be exact. The color of its fresh paint matched the color of the clouds. A drifting cirrus strand, tattered by the air, and heavy with the weight of too many hopeless dreams.
[two]
It is a delicate process.
Powerful, but delicate,
and must be handled with c
It is a motion - soft and smooth,
With the taking of a hand, we dance
Around words.
About words.
On tip-toes, around glass - hold your breath and don't move, now -
Careful - We musn't come close.
Interests, our desires - these are nothing, but
idyllic, yes.
An illusion of what we want, we spin -
Spin, spin, spin, spin and twirl -
Collapse - fold.
Into a box, curl up,
Hug yourself tight and relax.
Like mist in the air, it is an illusion.
I am.
You are.
We -
Are each others' inspiration, and
Nothing more
Than a passing thought, that
Is forgotten if not written
down.
AKA... Unfinished work.
2008
[one]
What a perfect sky, perfect water. It is a reflection - a reminder of what life had been like and what it should be.
Forever.
He had lost it all here, but he knew there was only one way for him to get it back. To leave. To run. To get away.
Anchored in the harbor had been a small, white boat. A sunfish, to be exact. The color of its fresh paint matched the color of the clouds. A drifting cirrus strand, tattered by the air, and heavy with the weight of too many hopeless dreams.
[two]
It is a delicate process.
Powerful, but delicate,
and must be handled with c
It is a motion - soft and smooth,
With the taking of a hand, we dance
Around words.
About words.
On tip-toes, around glass - hold your breath and don't move, now -
Careful - We musn't come close.
Interests, our desires - these are nothing, but
idyllic, yes.
An illusion of what we want, we spin -
Spin, spin, spin, spin and twirl -
Collapse - fold.
Into a box, curl up,
Hug yourself tight and relax.
Like mist in the air, it is an illusion.
I am.
You are.
We -
Are each others' inspiration, and
Nothing more
Than a passing thought, that
Is forgotten if not written
down.
'Ampersand' AkuRoku...ish by DarkPhoenixIncarnate, literature
Literature
'Ampersand' AkuRoku...ish
"The fire burned the block but ironically stopped at my apartment."
" Ironically?"
Roxas nodded lightly, hands in the warm pockets of his hoodie. He could see his breath rifting through the air, and the sight only seemed to make him feel colder.
The café musician blinked a bit, keeping his own hands warm by holding onto his mug, the tea inside still steaming. "What do you mean 'ironically?"
Roxas laughed a little bit, the sound was bitter, yet amused to Demyx's ears. "Hey!" he shouted as the blonde took Demyx's mug and had a sip of his chai tea.
When he finished he set the mug down, using it to warm his own hands now, upset tha
u n c l a i m e d b l o o d by RoxyOblivion, literature
Literature
u n c l a i m e d b l o o d
Splitting quick, they wed on a dark, moonless night in the balmy, June air. Beating hearts and rushing adrenaline, the two silhouettes stood beneath the alter, lips locked in a second of heated passion before they fled,
Into the night, leaving the third beating heart,
Slowly, it bled.
The stain of unclaimed blood,
unclaimed love,
Forever the cool sand of that beach will be locked away, red in the thin hourglass of her heart. He meant to keep her unaware, of her
Ginger Ale and Playing Cards by RoxyOblivion, literature
Literature
Ginger Ale and Playing Cards
Ginger Ale and Playing Cards
Drink up baby,
Stay up all night
With the things you could do,
You won't, but you might,
The potential you'll be
But you'll never see,
The promises you'll only make.
Drink up with me now,
And forget all about
The pressure of days,
Do what I say,
And I'll make you okay
Drive them away,
The images stuck in your head.
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will,
I'll keep them still...
Roxas cracked open a can of Ginger Ale and took a swift gulp before any of the little carbon bubbles had a chance to escape. It instantly stung his nos
...is dead.
Correct me if I'm wrong (please, for the love of god correct me). But there doesn't seem to be any good stuff/passionate AR artists out there anymore. Like its time has passed, or something.
I don't know. If you guys (what little of you remain) find any good stuff, let me know.
(And I also lump myself into the group of less-passionate AR-lovers. After all, how long has it been since I was on here/WROTE an AR fanfic?)
Yeah.
Hi guys. Been a while, huh? Honestly, I was really busy with missions and such. It's been a whirlwind of a year (or has it been two?). Most of it... I didn't even have access to a computer, never mind time to check up on anything. Uh.
Yeah.
So I'm here now again, I guess. Still have a lot going on, but hey. Xemnas has begun to lay off me - just a little.
Of course, you guys probably don't remember me.
It's hard to remember a Nobody, even if we do get a capital "N".