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Looking across the cushioned pew,
I sigh as I see my parents sit closer,
My father's firm hands holding my mother's pale shoulders.
Her blond hair draping over their arms like a golden spider's web.
I look across the aisle,
And see other couples together.
All leaning into one another,
Some holding warmed hands,
Tempting crystal smiles.
Here I sit,
Holding hands with a memory of his.
Memories of something sweet,
chilling small places on my neck and cheek,
And a shiver shakes my back,
Lightning cradling my skull and soothing the pressured drum of my heart.
I can't help but remember everything…
And as I sit here,
I appear alone.
When in reality,
My heart is in his hand,
And the sweet warmth of his skin,
Is still tingling the palms of my own.
Let them think that I am alone.
Let them think that I am foolish and insane.
Because really,
If anything,
I've learned how not to be.
How not to treat others. To love others.
Because I know,
There is no touch more exciting, more electrifying,
Then his.
I sigh as I see my parents sit closer,
My father's firm hands holding my mother's pale shoulders.
Her blond hair draping over their arms like a golden spider's web.
I look across the aisle,
And see other couples together.
All leaning into one another,
Some holding warmed hands,
Tempting crystal smiles.
Here I sit,
Holding hands with a memory of his.
Memories of something sweet,
chilling small places on my neck and cheek,
And a shiver shakes my back,
Lightning cradling my skull and soothing the pressured drum of my heart.
I can't help but remember everything…
And as I sit here,
I appear alone.
When in reality,
My heart is in his hand,
And the sweet warmth of his skin,
Is still tingling the palms of my own.
Let them think that I am alone.
Let them think that I am foolish and insane.
Because really,
If anything,
I've learned how not to be.
How not to treat others. To love others.
Because I know,
There is no touch more exciting, more electrifying,
Then his.
Literature
Therian
How long has it been since I was alive?
Gliding here in the skies, watching the sun and moon rise and set hourly, the winds shifting through my once physical form, the seasons no longer discriminate with the quick passing of time. When I first found myself here I felt I had to run to keep up with the changing, but I quickly realized the futility of the effort, since then resorting to floating on here effortlessly.
I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe
Literature
Why Can't the World Just Understand?
Why can't the world just understand that we're not to blame
And that not everyone is the same?
How can we be considered a mistake
When this was never even our decision to make?
Who would choose to have to live this way?
If it was an option, many would change today
They just don't see how much it hurts
So they force us into silence which only makes it worse
Being the way we are isn't wrong
Even if it's against what they've believed all along
But in the end, everyone is a little bit strange
So why is it that they try to force us to change?
Literature
Therian
Therian
Therian is something you can not see
It's something we need to believe.
It's the soul of a wolf within thee
In believing this we wait for the moons eve.
If you are blessed with a wolves spirit,
Then nature and time seem to be equal.
It's the idea that we were once wolves,
But reincarnated into humans.
The feeling of warmth lingering on the moon beams.
The feeling that your unique.
Therian is not just a thought it
is who i am
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Let them think, for they know nothing!! NOTHING!!!!