Actually, the original versions of many fairy tales are gruesome and morbid. For instance, Cinderella's sisters were said to have cut off their...
The pain comes and goes in waves. Comes and goes in waves: comes and goes in waves. Sometimes gently lapping at the shore of my discontent....
The Solar Masters messes are themselves legendary. :)
AL BUNDY He got drunk Jerked off to porn Then got drunk. There is no time like the present. ARE It is disgusting And it is painful How little...
You'd be better suited to walk your way, indifferent to those things others hide in their dark places. Especially if you are unfortunate enough to...
I enjoyed this piece in spite of being dismally monolingual. :)
It's okay. I'm left inarticulate upon reconsidering that moment. I suppose I did the best I could do. We lose so many, it feels like so much,...
I am thankful To be given The opportunity To rise To the challenge Of my own Complex Existence.
I want to tell the world the truth about itself, but I don't know how. I want to unfold the flower of reminiscence from within the soul of...
A quiet moment In a sterile room, When I held her hand And she smiled Through pain. I knew We were forever, However fragile We appear; And I...
That's the thing, I'm not sure where it's from, but I don't think that's it. I've only seen the movie, but I don't remember that being in it. It's...
I've asked the book forum, but since the scene I can't place might be from a movie, I'll ask ya'll as well. Someone's in a psychiatric ward and...
A scene I think is from a book keeps recurring to me, but I can't place it. Someone is in a psychiatric ward and one of the fellow inmates keeps...
Kitten! :) Actually, I very much enjoyed the movie, and I agree with Joseph's suppositions, for the most part; yet there is a fundamental...
Is this a poem by Mirza Ghalib? I like it, in any event. :)
Love unrequited is a blessing. It gives you the opportunity to move on from your compulsion and search for something real. Seize it!
A choice between fear and love? Very touching, but no; Neither love nor fear are choices. Cultivating the ability to make a choice, So one can...
(Our religiosity gripped us. Were we all that fabled beast, ipsissimus?) The man in the yellow robe swore he wasn't entranced Yet to how much...
To make a decision From which one cannot Turn Back (I Love You. I Love You.) Is to Die. Damnation awaits. There is no salvation But to crawl...
It could be true that the old man wrote the poem... but how, if he had to be fed and bathed, did his decrepid and almost certainly arthritic hands...
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