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The Earth is high and full of life Yet endures a constant stife Of light and dark Like wood and bark Two sides of a coin Like hip and loin Charcoal black and purly white Who can tell whats wrong or right? Two hands that grip are soft and warm Two hands that force are strong and worne A cold lone night and a warm summers morn What control is had over man Like Sardines in a can When his heart is torn and his blood runs cold? What happens when that man grows old? His life leached to give rise to his young How much longer before he is hung?

  "Tamaki-chaaan!" The call echoed through the halls of the university and everyone within stood and made way for the small girl who raced towards a handsome brunette, his brow furrowed in confusion as she charged towards him then side-stepping to avoid her, watching as she stumbled slightly.   "No fair Tamaki!"   "I'm sorry, do I know you?" his head tilted as he considered her for a moment.   "Yes! I'm Charlotte! Terry's sister, you know Terry, you used to go out when you where in school. Remember?"   "...No...I can't say I do."   "But Tamakiii-!"   "Calm down charlotte, it has been a fair few years, I'm not surprised tha

   Halting in his charge on the green eyed blonde he looked down at his stomache, a carmine flower spreading out over his pure white shirt, his mouth dry as he dropped to his knees. Arthur had done nothing, his gun was gone, tossed across the other side of the ship, his breath became ragged as he made to turn, falling against a large barrel then gazing upon the defient frame of France, his soft blonde hair messed from a fight with the crew as he was determined to prevent England's death.    "Y-you bastard..." He stuttered out quietly, tone trembling as a cold spread, over taking the ripples of pain, the led bull

He had fallen to his knees, a sword peircing his stomache, the weppon still embedded as his enemy looked down at him. "No flower nor maiden would choose you over a true lover." The words left the soft lips that had once caressed his cheek in greeting, now he felt the glare of those blue eyes, agressive as his heart thudded against his ribs. Those eyes that where permitted to gave upon a pirate with no repicutions, those curls that had brushed that same pirate's stomach as he trailed marks for the other to find, then held his lover close so that when he boarded the ship he would be met with a show of bared flesh in the captain's cabin. And

  His lips were as dry as sand as he sat in the dark reception, waiting for a preverbial punch in the face for the wrong-doing that he had been accused of, this time he was in more trouble than ever before, this time he wasn't going to get away with a slap on the wrist and a letter home.   Half of the univercities library had been set alight, thousands of books incinerated by the intence heat, shelves and tables scorched beyond recognition, the marble tiles cracked by the raging inferno that had been turned to the spell books from a momentary spark of anger, though protected by many charms the spell had caught, a small fl

No, I have accually considered the backing to Bleach and it does all seem to be pretty twisted. Matsumoto the big boobed hot chick squees over her 12 year old captain, is totally nude but unabashidly hugs the obsessed and over enotional girl... who has fallen for the bright haired gay boy who spends all of his time talking to his other worldly dike friend and his sparing partner gone best friend/brother, has fought alond side some Spanish guy and is chasing after some evidently homosexual, kink guy who has a thing for bad boys and creepy people who in turn obsess over the aformentioned orange haired teen who travels to different plains of exi

Why Do You Keep Fighting?  The fights where over. Ichigo had won. And so he returned to where the blue haired arancar had been left. Looking down on his sand covered form, the blood that had soaked into his white clothes acting as the adisive keeping the mineral particals there.  That cheeky smirk ever present was now absent as he slept, a peaceful sight with his lips parted lightly, his eye brows slightly raised and thick lashes curled up from his cheeks softly.  A carmine stain smudged over the left side of his mouth, hands lay harmlessly next to him wile his left leg remained propped up, knee in the air, his ankles crossed over as he

Name: Nouse Age: 16-19 Height: 5'4" Weight: 6.2 stone Gender Male Species: Lynx Ethnicity: British Appearence: Large green eyes, outlined with thick black lines, fluffy, spiked tabby hair and faint pattening to match about his skin, clad in a thick coat and baggy combats he wears hiking boots as a regular, a light pair of silver rimmed shades constantly resting on the bridge of his nose. Seme/Smuke/Uke: Smuke Perosnality: Shadowed and calculative he is an ever-cautious being, playing people for a wile to study their reactions, he puts forth a persona to better study their intentions. Likes: Sports, martial arts, reading, drawing, sc

Name: Tenrel Hadoku Title: Master (Of the arts) Age: 15 Age by looks: 14 Race: Wood Elf Realm: Japan Appearance:    - With a handsome boyish face, large eyes and dark skin his green irises force surrounded by a thin golden ring, his slim frame and 4'7" press him as a victim in his school, his difference a merrit of ratial abuse, his extreamly long hair that hangs in a plat that reaches his knees, if oftern yanked for no reason, his posture slightly slouched in a deffencive mannor and his clothes dark, with new black converse and loose fitting black jeans, chains hanging from the cloth along with multiple bright green staps and adornin