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we drifted, floating upon the warm waves releasing our will to its everlasting embracing lifted by the powerful tides enough to make us cry never questioned where we may arise nor noticed the riptide we drifted, further and further apart pulled by the undertow we were drowning in doubt all hope was lost the more we fought swept under by passion resentment had won the bout we drifted, until pushed upon the shore separated by life's sand we stood alone once more greeted by the ocean's foam the water had turned so cold reminding us to not let go but remain in the bittersweet soil

4:Good intentions After Frederic left Angel rose from the bed, determined to find Aslansa and get some answers. Calling the wolves over to her,  she left her room and walked down the corridor towards his. It didn’t take long and she promptly knocked on the door. “Aslansa?” She called out to him. Aslansa looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Angel’s voice. He placed it on the table and walked over to the door. Taking a silent breath he opened. “Hello Angel. Come in.” He stepped back some and waited for her to enter. Angel entered the room. “We need to talk. I need….no….I

At what point do you decide to live? To kiss away the knife of your mind As it bleeds into your core Cleaving your sanity At what point do you breathe? To inhale your heartbeat So as to remind you There’s air in this world At what point do you hope? To cross one star to another, amongst a sea of black Knowing that what’s dark Will only help stir the brightest of lights At what point do you value? To be indebted to the ground that you were raised And walk its path With a rightful stride At what point do you concede? To let these words pry their way in Nestling with you Rousing your conscience 2013 Vincent Cuccolo

If you tell me you're fine, Then I won't question it. I won't ask you about the cuts, Or the bruises. I'll turn a blind eye to everything... Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight, And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper. Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool! We'll watch a movie, play a few games. C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter, Be my wingman--er, lady tonight And in the morning, let's go for a walk, There's a huge park just a short distance away. We could go on one of those nature trail things! Hell yeah? Hell yeah! And maybe, after you've had some time to think, You'll see that things ain't quite a

Silently the snow does fall Silently covering all Silently burrying the pain You don't want to feel again Slowly slowly freeze the stream Slowly slowly mute the scream Slowly slowly start to heal Behind walls and under seal. Snow flake, snow flake floating down Crystal for an icy crown Snow flake, snow flake was too much Too heavy weights its soft touch And within a single second Nothing stays the same Something you hadn't reckoned Suddenly changes the game Memories fill up the room So many you can't breathe Too numerous to sort through They hit and take you along Filling up the ears, mouth and nose Also filling up your mind You can't esca

SAVE Four litte letters, Twelve little cuts, Twelve to many. Carved into your leg, Where no one would see it. Not until you trusted them. A scar, a mark, an inperfection. Words you use. But to me, its more than that. A badge, a symbol, proof you are real. A silent plea for help, One no one can see. I see it now. All I have to say is, I'm sorry I'm late, But I'm here to save you now.

The Fallen, give us their lives, They give everything, So that we might know peace But, we dismiss them with ease, Tell me, what would you do, If you were one of these? The Fallen... The Fallen, they are everything, That we should want to be They give up their dreams, They trade them for the screams, Of people we will never know And it goes to show, Their faith is deeper, Than you thought it would go... Yes, the Fallen... For the Fallen, I raise my hand, I raise my voice up to the wind I will hold them high above me, And honor their memories For the rest of my life, I will pray for those left behind, And for the Fallen... The Fallen,