

DisputeDispute 33 Wrath 20-11-09 Billingsgate coarsely abusive, foul, or profane languageDispute
It spewed forth from his mouth In foamy, spittled waves: A filthy stream of billingsgate. But that wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to simply shout at her, His crunched fists cried out for his horror, The horror that was his whole heart, To be unleashed upon the one he loved. There was no pity in his eyes; Neither guild nor shame Showed a flicker of thought. Only sword-sharp and furnace-hot rage.
Her nose bled before either of them could bl


Broken ChinaBroken China 55 Need 20-11-09 Obfuscate to darken or render indistinct or dimBroken China
Her heart was cracked, Broken china, And the love he poured in Slowly seeped out. It filled her whole body with longing, Flooded her with desire Only he could sate.
Her thoughts strayed to him. Sweat flowed in waterfalls Down her spine. Desire caused her eyes to obfuscate And her heart to play tennis Against her ribs. A strange feeling pulsed through her, As her blood carried her longing Throughout her entire being Until


ExplainExplain 38 Abandoned 18-11-09 Exegesis exposition; explanation; especially, a critical explanation of a textExplain
She loved him. Like wetness and water You could never find one without the other. Passion was the wood That fuelled the fire of their love. It burned bright and hot: A signal fire in life's darkness. They each held half Of the other's heart together They completed love's puzzle.
She loved him. She held his exegesis "I can't anymore" And cried at his coffined body.


RememberRemember 96 Storm 17-11-09 Perseverate to repeat something insistently or redundantlyRemember
"I met him when I was twelve," She is seventy now. "He checked my homework." Large gnarled hands curl and flex. Flowers cover the table in rainbows And lakes. Tea sends peppermint wisps Into the air. Fragrancing it With continuous bursts of freshness. Five minutes pass slowly by.
"I met him when I was twelve," She is still seventy. "He checked my homework." Photographs are the physical manifestations Of memories


AlibisTell me whats wrong In this space, in this life That we occupy? Is it the restraints The excuses and the alibis?Alibis
Look at yourself The reflection in the mirror Look at what youve become Why isnt the face getting any clearer Where is the compassion It used to be much nearer Youve lost it all No ones left to be your hearer
Where do we go To leave this space, this life That we occupy? Free ourselves of the restraints The excuses and the alibis
I try to prevent All the pain that you ca


Darkest Night, Brightest Daythere were those times we disagreed and cut each other down. sometimes no matter how i tried i couldnt hide a frown. sometimes i would wonder if that smile was even real, or if you noticed me at allDarkest Night, Brightest Day
then life got hard. i couldnt deal. but as the darkness gathered me into its cold embrace, my eyes, closed tight against the fear, soon opened to your face and your hand reaching out for mine because right then you knew that offering compassion was the kindest thing to do.
you pulled me from the wreckage of that lon
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