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Floating The kind of joy you feel when Your heart touches heaven I feel the sky, it is in your eyes. Swimming In a pool of our tears, and parting... The sweet sorrow consumes I feel the blood, it is burning in your heart.

My shadowed eyes wander, to the girl that see Down in front is where she resides Her head droops down in a curtain of black silk

They may be but saplings, but they have lost fetal mind Their incognito libidos stroked by glorious need They whisper nothings, like do you feel the need for time? Their lips kiss themselves a story… a waif, that never succeeds Their looks are fashioned of a rifle They cry for battles never won Another bleak mundane trifle The war for life never begun Like glitter angels trapped in a jar They are butterflies beneath the glass Beautiful, but they never stray far A miscalculated lie, they climax, then pass There is much they cannot comprehend But they see more than you will know For they are Earth's children And the seeds of gold

Away from all else, there is the point where fact mingles with fiction, truth with falsehood, and light with darkness. At this nexus, some say lies nothingness. The wisest of us say we truly cannot fathom what this strange realm  signifies.  But in the ancient land of Nanut, past the cities that arise gleaming from archaic rubble, and into the heart of the Solthara reside the Lealen, creatures who may hold the answers to these unfathomable mysteries.   The country, and city-side of Nanut is as vibrant and unique as it's people and culture. The Kara Liamath and Kara Laidamath are the two magnificent mountain chains that stretch along the spec

It was a tragic moment in my unspoken history When the fragile me stumbled upon the self she could never attain While buried in the glossed pages of Teen People and Cosmo Girl Happily engrossed in the airbrushed abdomens of trim teenage Clothed with finest couture and Hot Topic punk for that look of "Social rebellion." I disregarded the fact that With all of the atrocities that slapped me daily The look of "social rebellion" came quite naturally to me, and didn't Need to be paraded with Their fashionable disregard. Oh, well. I was buried six feet under myself in a shadow of elegance. Decided to crawl from my pink and tulle gr