He knew the relationship was doomed the moment she got out of bed and began praying loudly. She was in fact louder than she had been throughout their hour long bout of love making. Well, he thought it had been love making. But as he listened to her at the foot of the bed with her hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles were white and her eyes clamped shut as she swayed back and forth slowly in her nakedness, he learned that he was wrong.

"Oh dear Lord," she called out so loudly that ne nearly fell out of the bed, "please take us into your loving bosom and forgive us the wanton carnality of our acts in your divine presence. Know, oh mighty God, that it was not my wish to transgress so egriously. I did not wish to indulge in drink and flesh..."

And that's how it went for ten minutes; her espousing to an appearantly angry and bitter god how terribly wicked and evil they both were but oh golly gee, Mr Jesus, I sure hope you'll forgive us. Meanwhile, he slowly crawled deeper into the relative safety and comfort the down comforter his grandmother had made for him and wondered what she'd say about him now.

"...and I certainly did not expect or grant him permission to stick his finger in my ass, Jesus," she said. "And while the sex was fantastic, for that alone you may smite him however you see fit."

"So, you won't be staying for pancakes then?" he said with a sigh.

This is my very first entry to any lj community EVER, so critiques and comments are very much welcome :)

Title: Chalcedony Series - First Book: Four Seasons
Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, Mystery, Romance(?)
Format: novel
Rating: T
Warning: (in current chapter) mention of nation violence
Summary: (story) In the land of Zenobyie, where the Kingdoms are isolated, alienated, hidden or ruined, there is a child of the lost Element that will bring Light to his home.

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last night was amazing
she thinks i stabbed her in the back
im not losing you again
she hates me no doubt

the girl code did not occur
she says i love you
i loved you first
she says good bye forever

so much drama for this day
she wants me to burn in hell
i still love you and it shall not fade
she says good bye and oh well

i wanted to cry 
she was
i told some lies
she doesnt love me, who does?

my best friends say they do
i think you do
mom does
dad, unfortunately, does

this has been the best day
even if i lost her along the way
i dont know what's gonna happen next
but i hope its with you and no one else 

Current Mood: loved

2 puffs light headed
half gone i cant stand
all gone im gonna puke
i callapsed

you help me walk home
i hold on to my stomach
my mind keeps wondering
i hate this

we get to my house
i eat to calm my stomach
you feel bad
i feel sick

nicotene high i cant stand
real high i'd never be able to handle
getting addicted is not an option
i decide never again

Current Mood: loved

Rusty survival
breathes heavily
and throws up its hands
in capitulation
while needs give way
to endless wants
(reason seems
to be almost extinct,
bleeding in the streets
and on the freeways
burning with effervescence
over its suffering)

I try to think back
to when we were young
and knew that the world
was ours
and the night was a sanctuary
that could not be desecrated
by anything we said
or did
but it seems so meaningless now,
with the light of years illuminating
it seems anything but sacrosanct

So dig
beneath your thoughts,
beneath your heart,
and find some new diamond
to glitter
in imitation of your Sun
(another distraction
for your lonely eyes)

In this frozen river
of melancholy
I mend another broken bone
and send another loose thought home
I bend myself
only to break

It feels like I've been asleep
for too many months
of this year
letting my eyes be pulled shut
by heavy thoughts
and tired inadequacies
(I'm perpetually reluctant,
constantly swept away
by the force
of my own desire)

isolation dissolves
every word I spoke,
still I hunger for something more
than what I have found
but all I seem to see
in the innumerable faces
is echoes and shame,
hidden as best they can

Yet,
I cannot believe this
I find in you
something substantial
and concrete
something that doesn't end
(you gracefully bend towards
then away
from me
like a tree
in the fickle wind)
you are beautifully imperfect
and I don't know what to do
with you

there is reason
to stand tall
and reason
to fall to the earth
in tomorrow
we'll carry on
to a way out
and bury what we're worth
(bury it
beneath the weight
of our own inadequacies)

You don't know me!
Hey!
You don't know me!
Who do you think you are?
Are you me?
Do you think you know me?
You think you know me?
You know me?
You don't know me!

I am he as you are he?
As you are me?
You are me?
You think you are me?
You?  Me?
You think you know me?
You don't know me!

Hey!  You!
I am me.  I am me!
You are not.

Greetings, literary livejournal! Currently, I only wish to be known as Corvidaen. I've been writing for a very long time, but have only taken it seriously in the past few years. I'm working on a fantasy series at present, and hope to print the first part in late Spring/early Summer. I usually do epic, eccentric time-space plots, but the story below is my one and only successful attempt at something shorter. Enjoy (:

Note: This is pretty much finished. I simply fail at formatting.

Title: The Wailing Cat
Length: 1798 words
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Nothing of the usual, but I must inform you that it's loosely based off a dream and, therefore, is quite strange.

( The world was dark and cold, with a strange mix of primitive, muddy alleyways and skyscrapers shining brightly... )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Black Mirror - Arcade Fire

Capture paradise,
I am gone
in the swelling of your spawn.

Singing anthems,
kiss goodbye;
hide the pain we have inside.

Catching whispers,
leave me be.
I'm keeping lies I want you to see.

Drag me down
and watch me fall;
I'll ignore the final call.

Keep me tied,
and remember me
for everything I wished to be.

Current Music: What Lies Beneath by Breaking Benjamin

In my own little world;
warm with whiskey,
raped by rum,
shivering succulence,
so distant, so near
to those present in my eyes.
It feels good to fall in,
fall out,
look out the window of peace
and never have to move a curtain.
Hindered view,
perfect sight
to a presence
only buzzed.

Current Music: 21 Guns - Green Day