S U N D A Y. F E A T U R E #43

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: Love's Eternal BloomWing'd love's arrow, in perfect persuasion,
My heart (guarded by thorns and sanguine leaves)
Did pierce soon as she mine eyes had perceived,
And thus bloomed upon fateful occasion.
In truth, my tale could scarcely be believ'd
That inconsistent fate was to be blamed
For our affliction, which dare not be named
Since so early each other we had received.
Slav'ry would not be found within our bond;
And our lips will never touch another's.
Shards of the same soul, together belong'd,
Rejoined to become ardent lovers.
Love, with one swift glance, my guard did surpass.
This kind is the love that will forever last. Villanelle: UnwarrantedMy life, it seems, not worth a dime
Shall soon be taken by deathly figure.
O, what a cruel, unwarranted crime.
Though sad it is, such futility is it to pine,
For the end will come for all who live.
My life, it seems not worth a dime.
This knowledge dances like repetitive rhyme,
Inescapable within my enlightened skull.
O, what a cruel, unwarranted crime.
One's life, valued no more than its allotted time,
 Fastidious Death will swiftly take upon expiration.
My life, it seems not worth a dime.
This theft of my soul will come in my prime,
When joys and loves are found in great wealth.
O, what a cruel, unwarranted crime.
I can find no way to escape this ultimate fine,
This impossibly heavy tax upon my spirit.
My life, it seems not worth a dime;
O, what a cruel, unwarranted crime. Porcelain GamesA beautiful mask, fashioned from the finest porcelain,
Lay upon the face of darker intention.
This delicate facade forces me, over and over again,
To release unquestioning consent from careful restriction.
Words, softly spoken through alabaster lips,
Tighten marionette strings wrapped 'round languid impressionability,
And pull the temporary moon of my convictions behind an overpowering sun, into eclipse,
So that I, bedazzled by a false radiance and unable to see, follow behind willingly.
But time slackens the tightest cord and inevitability will come to pass
Where I will find a moment most opportune,
To shatter that most pale and brittle farce.
Deception will be muted; bridling whispers shall cease their croon.
I, easily deceived by ivory disguise and sunny Machiavellian games,
Shall bide my time until their shining brilliance wanes.

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: Blood Craver: Ch. 23-26True Brother
I couldn't help but be pissed at everyone that I had knew since I hade moved here. Harry, for being a vampire now. Mark, for attacking me trying to protect Harry. Danny, for even coming down here. Jeremy, for having the girl I wanted. Jennifer, for hold on to Jeremy and trying to yell at me for almost killing him. Jerry, for having a son that I never knew about. And John, for even being my brother that almost killed my friends.
I knew that hunting wasn't the best way to deal with all this anger, but if I was to stay with anyone, then I knew that I might kill someone. I wouldn't mind killing anyone, as long as it would release some of this anger that I had. From being fed up and tired of the way that some people portrayed me. I guess it's a good thing that I know why I'm angry now.
Running through the woods and attacking any animal that I saw was something that I've never witnessed myself do. It was a rush that I knew how to do it on my own. I felt more pow

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