I took a risk ( Read more... )

I will not
make excuses,
for living as
I do.
I will not
tell you lies,
to explain away
just what I do.
I may not love
you only,
but I love you
hard and true.
And I will not
make excuses
for all the things
I do.
I will not promise
you things
that I know
I cannot hope to
keep,
because that's more
excuses to fill
in the deep.
I cannot offer
luxury, or give you
nice cars.
I ( Read more... )

Title: Good for the Soul

A/N: Seriously don’t own.

Now, Jacob Potter thought himself a religious and moral man. He had seen what alcohol could do to a man, his father, and refused to touch a drop of liquor.

Because he came from a rough background, he tried to be a better person.

His father had come out West, dragging his mother and him along for the ( Read more... )

     He had really thought she was the one. Hannah was smart, funny, and absolutely amazing. He had loved her to a new level, and Chris had always thought she returned the feelings ( Read more... )

Title: Shades of Blue

A/N:  I don’t want to feel for him anymore.

I stare into your eyes; those paint dishes of blue, green and grey, and try to form the words. To articulate exactly how I feel. And then he steps into my view, and my world cascades from techni-colour into all the shades of blue. I watch him, evaluate all his feelings in ( Read more... )

Our past,
present,
future;
intertwined.
We're connected,
unable to get
away.
Destiny has
chained us
together,
wrist to wrist.
Heart to heart.
These are the
ties that
bind.
Body,
soul,
and mind.
Fate has taken
you and me,
led us by the
hands.
Into a forever,
together.
These are the
ties that
bind.
Past,
present,
and future.
You can cut,
try to sever,
but only death can
separate ( Read more... )

Jamison fell ill that night, and Lottie suspected it was Ithil coming up with a way to keep her away from the clearing for a bit. She stayed home for with her mum for the rest of the week and most of the next to help take care of Jami. His life-bright eyes had dulled to a listless green; his curly hair lay damp against his skull. There was a ( Read more... )

Lottie was, as every child of age eleven is, exuberant to be out of school. Summer meant long hours down by the clear pool, in the centre of the black forest on the edge of the quaint little Irish town in which she lived. But mostly, it meant long hours with Ithil. She had tried countless times to convince her mother that faeries, elves, nymphs and ( Read more... )

Tear me down,
pick me up,
leave me stranded.
Gasping,
pleading,
crawling past.
I beg,
I plead,
I cry,
I bleed...
all of it.
Just for you.
Not a single
inch of skin
unclaimed.
All flesh bears
your name.
Carved in,
drawn on,
seared deep.
You own me.
Every smile?
Inked.
Every call of my
name?
Inked.
Every touch,
every sound,
all of it.
Inked.
You can leave,
but you can't.
I can't ( Read more... )

Title: South of the Border

A/N: Don’t own 3:10 to Yuma, just playing around a bit.

He glanced over at Dan, propped up against some crates and reloading the shotgun. The train station had been abandoned once the bullets had begun to fly. Ben shifted his hat on his head and looked at Dan.

Ever since their little tête-à-tête in ( Read more... )