AloneMy heart seems torn within my breast as the fire rages within me... my hands tremble slightly upon flesh which I have ached to touch. My body already melded to you ...and yet I feel alone in the room as if you are not even there. It's a kind of masterbation this love. this passion for one who sees only themselves. Thier needs and wants... thier partner a vessel only. It seems strange this self love. Passion like life should be a celebration. Even if only brief there should be fire.. souls should touch... minds expand... to feel to be truely with a person if only for that moment.. your life should never again be the same... each new lover shouAlone
ObsessionYou invade me I think...you've taken away my will to think clearly. Enchanted me with dreams of other things. A fire that rages without thought or control.. seeking to destroy my sense of self.. and yet I willingly feed more of ME to it everyday. this passion... like art.. this life you bring on wings made of gossemer and dreams... of tears and lust ...and hopes. I know I should run.. I should flee from this and yet my heart burning with the need to know. the fire of passion untasted..Of dreams unreached... Stays to learn.. to grow.. to be comsumed and to consume in turn...Obsession
Sigh...
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Subdued and I'm still screaming
~NejiHina
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"...to withhold from living is to die and that the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you." Anais Nin
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I am council member Naali Udra for the club [link]
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"...to withhold from living is to die and that the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you." Anais Nin
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"...to withhold from living is to die and that the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you." Anais Nin
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