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Pain and Decimation
Hope saturates my dried out heart,
bringing it back to vibrant life.
I allowed you to make me believe in hope and love,
but this was a stupid choice for me.
I wanted to trust somebody with my heart.
Why did I open up to anyone at all,
let alone someone who could do this to me?
I wish I could do things differently
but all this pain and decimation will
forever change who I am, for better or worse.
I've never made a promise I couldn't keep
but time changes everyone and I am no exception.
Like I once said, I'm nothing but a speck of dirt,
on a speck of dirt in the vacume of space
and I think it's past time I accept that.
Maybe time heals all wounds and maybeit doesn't,
I've never given myself time to heal from
one heart trauma to the next.
Hope saturates my dried out heart,
bringing it back to vibrant life.
I allowed you to make me believe in hope and love,
but this was a stupid choice for me.
I wanted to trust somebody with my heart.
Why did I open up to anyone at all,
let alone someone who could do this to me?
I wish I could do things differently
but all this pain and decimation will
forever change who I am, for better or worse.
I've never made a promise I couldn't keep
but time changes everyone and I am no exception.
Like I once said, I'm nothing but a speck of dirt,
on a speck of dirt in the vacume of space
and I think it's past time I accept that.
Maybe time heals all wounds and maybeit doesn't,
I've never given myself time to heal from
one heart trauma to the next.
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Time - e =
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What I have is
Feelings for you
But for the first
Time, putting to
Paper feels wrong.
There’s a need to do
Something else.
Something more . . .
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Written by Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
© 2016 Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
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Literature
Coming to Terms - Chapter one
Hey there, glad you could make it. It isn't often you humans trust a Vura. What do you call us? Sirens? Oh, never mind. Let us start with introductions. It would do for you to know who I am, as this will be a long tale and will require several meetings between us. I am Meloku deNysa, a member of the Serkan family. Ah, no need to introduce yourself. I already know who you are.
Now, for my story. Myth and legend both tell us that a hero's story starts with an unusual birth. This should have told me from the start that my sister would be such. After all, I carried her. No, she is not my daughter. I am, to this day, what you would call a vir
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Time
Dark grey clouds hung in the sky, lifeless, obscuring the sun, casting the world in perpetual twilight. The air spun listlessly, without purpose, meandering, lost. Lightning flashed in the distance, but it was dull, and arched lazily among the clouds; no thunder followed.
He knelt on his knees on the barren ground, head bowed with eyes closed, as if asleep. But he was not sleeping; how could he sleep? The pain of incredible loss and despair seared through him, leaving a cold ache that seeped into his bones. No, he did not sleep, could not sleep.
The last words of the prophecy slipped into his mind, unbidden:
When all has come to end,
a
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