Rowan


In the GardenThe roses smell ever so sweetly As I walk in this garden Where no one resides but me The wind blows my tousled hair and carries the sweet scent of flowers to my nose as the birds fly by chirping veryIn the Garden
low but I still hear As my bare feet feel
the soil, partially wet that the flowers feed from Then I look up at the
sunsetting sky the pretty colors start to fade and I
know its time to exit the garden where no one resides but me


YouYour dreamy eyes and soft lips Giving me tender kisses Loving hugs with warm arms I'm glad to be your friend, wife and lover So happy to be with youYou


Gothic Lit. 23 months laterGothic Lit. 2
It was the middle of December and Charles sat in the mansion watching TV. The flowers that once bloomed beautifully were now unwillingly dead. Ivy covered the mansions walls and the grass was a sick-brown color. Karen watched Charles through the window as he rose from the chair and went to HER mahogany table drinking HER booze. For some odd reason she remembered that he'd shown his face at her funeral. The sick bastard. Karne slammed the door and watch Charles back away from the table and drop his glass. Karen knocked everything off of the table and watched as her blood stained the snow white carpet. Scr


Gothic Lit.Karen opened her door for the fifth time wondering where her guards were at. She paid them to be at her mansion 24/7 and gave them a place to stay. Getting impatient, she slammed the door shut and went over to the mohagany table which held the booze. Taking a sip of champagne, she calmed a little and tried to think of a resonable explanation for their dissperance. Not wanting to sit around and wait she grabbedher coat yanking open the front door. Before the door closed she caught it while looking at Henri and Adam in front of her but she didn't dare move or say a word. Adam was dead and was lying inGothic Lit.


In YouWhat is it in your smile? That makes me need to hold youIn You
What is it in your laugh? That makes me need to be with you
What is it in your tears? That makes me need to wipe them away
What is it in your sorrow? That makes me need to banish it
What is it in your anger? That makes me need to comfort you
What is it in your yelling? That makes me need to stand and be your whipping post
What is it in your love? That makes me need to stand here at your side
What is it in your tender touch? That makes me need to stay
Careful
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Driving Mr. Davy
Me: Dammit, this road is washboarded
Davy: It's a dirt road, what do ye expect?
Me: Oh sh*t! Hold on!
Davy: *enjoys vibration* T-t-t-h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-t-t-t f-f-f-f-e-e-e-e-e-l-l-l-l-l-s-s-s-s-s n-n-n-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-c-c-c-c-e...
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"Taking Chances" Celine Dion
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I love Yaoi
I love God too
Is it ok if I love both?
If love is blind, then what is the meaning of true love?
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"Taking Chances" Celine Dion
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