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The forgotten seed: Ryos Brawl
The day was coming to an end and Ryo got himself ready to go home. He made his way to men restroom and got changed into his usual lay back attire and then head for the front door.
"See you next week Ryo?" A co-worker called to him.
"Yeah i'll be in."
"Your the only guy i know who can finish a weeks worth of work in one day."
"I just have alot of energy to spare is all" Ryo replyed as adrop of sweat ran down his face and after some minor chit chat he went on his way.
It was good to fly home. No major air traffic, cool crisp breeze and the setting sun was a wonder to behold from so high up. Yet for Ryo it was an everyday thing. After about an hour he begain to get restless. Ryo blinked down at the land scape to a near by city.
"This is getting old... i think i'll land and get myself a walk in. If i'm lucky i'll catch robber or something." He grinned to himself.
Our night flyer lands himself just on the outskerts of the city. He thought he heard sirens coming his way so he figured he help
Sleep wellTo sleep in silent nights unbroken
In peaceful darkness lay
Though quickly time moves upon thy mind
In thy beauty lies no decay
In hours that like seconds sweep
Nocturnal creatures through shadows creep
In silent drama thy dreams doth play
To fade upon the light of day.
Good night my love.
With out loveA picture i hold in my hand... a smile that could stop a demon upon your face...
It hurts so much to see your eyes looking into mine...without love
I wonder if your thinking of me. In those moment when lust grabs me and my skin longs for your touch, do you long for me.... maybe? Do you wrap your arms around yourself to hold yourself back? To keep your feelings for me from flowing out to another? Or is my mind simply hopeing that you yern for me as i do you... i wish i could tell you how much i do.
I have spoken my heart out to the world. Told my sadness to unnamed millions and yet my tongue stutters to speak it peace to you. You who has taken me to the shadows of my own regret. The pit of my own failure riseing higher above my head each day as the demons of my past throw the time im wasteing in my face. So much pain lies withen your eyes im surprised that i am still alive.
Then again there is hope in your loveless stair. Hope that one day my words will reach your ears and your eyes wil
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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