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:thumb128188449: :thumb128197372: The HauntingThe Haunting
By: MysticFireBlood
Last night, I was standing outside, looking into the dark, rainy night when I thought that I saw you.
Why are you haunting me? I have done nothing but love you. Why are you haunting me?
Today, I was flying around the manor when I thought that I saw you on the ground watching me.
Everywhere I look I think I see you. I feel you all around me. The air smells like you. You are here, but I can't see or feel you. Why are you haunting me?
Tonight I was lying on my bed wide awake looking up the ceiling, when suddenly the weight shifted. I looked down and I saw you clawing towards me. I was stunned to see you. You placed a finger on my lips.
"How?" I asked you.
You replied, "You loved me enough that you love is what brought me to life."
You kissed me.
"For how long?" I asked you.
You replied, "Forever."
"Forever is a long time."
"Forever is just the start of eternity." :thumb128222908: :thumb128222660: :thumb128222556: :thumb128287166:

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:thumb128593709: :thumb128601145: :thumb128612651: :thumb128613759: :thumb128614494: Unmatched Duo: Art and ArtistMy ink and my blood are alike
My skin and the paper are alike
My thoughts are poem’s verses
My feelings are poem’s rhythms
My hand and the brush are alike
My heart and the letter are alike
My scream is poem’s assonances
My boredom is poem’s alliterations
My body and the poem are alike
My dreams and imageries are alike
My freedom is verses without rhythms
My voice is alliterations and assonances :thumb128617455: :thumb128626005: :thumb128636176: :thumb128641931: :thumb128643541: A pair of old fogiesMy great-grandparents never went by their first names. And from the little memories I can remember, neither of them seemed to like each other all that well.
”Dave! Take me to the bank I need to deposit something!”
“Aww, come’re Jeanie, and quit your fretting!”
I found it quite hilarious that, when my great-grandfather died, there were people shocked to find out his real name was Hugh. All of his army buddies knew him as Dave, since those were the first few letters of his last name. When you are in the Navy during World War 2 and you have to duck and cover, it’s much easier to say ”Get down Dave! than ”Davenport, get down!”
“By the time you’re done sayin’ it he’d already been shot up.” As my great-grandmother would love to interject with.  She was a feisty old broad, and a charismatic one at that. She was born in Italy ”Up by the laces, not by the heel of the bo :thumb128653499: :thumb128653713: LostLost
By: MysticFireBlood
Sulu and Chekov are lost. My take on the only good scene from Star Trek: V.
Sulu looked up at the sky, “Pavel?”
“Da?” Chekov replied, looking up as well.
“We’re lost,” Sulu replied.
“Vhat? Hikaru, ve can’t be lost. I mean for crying out loud, I am the navigator and you are the helmsmen of the frinkn’ Enterprise, ve don’t get lost.”
Sulu looked at his best friend, “Pavel, I’m telling you we are lost.”
Chekov looked at him, “If the others find out ve vill never hear the end of it.”
“I am aware of that. What do you suggest we do?”
“Get un-lost?” Chekov suggested.
“How do we do that? This tricorder is broken and we don’t even know how to get back to the base camp,” Sulu said, pointing to a random direction.
“D’ stars?” Chekov suggested.
“Can you even find the North Star?” Sulu asked.
Chekov looked up, “vow, I n