tears

I waited for you tonight, eagerly.  I made you something!  But it only rained silently.

./heartache

At least I'll fall asleep faster.  It'll make the pain go away.

If only I knew...

...it meant this much to you, I would have written more, and sooner.

Finals loom in the distance, but I'm strangely serene right now.  This paper here doesn't seem so bad anymore; I've straightened it up, dusted it off, and organized it in a way that I can guzzle it down in one gulp (I have but one gulp left, anyway).  A strategy!  After today is over, I will stand victorious in battle and convert this struggle into a thing of the past...only to move on to the next obstacle in this wargame.  Plentiful supply of office hours should help me beat the Hangman, and I will conquer this next psychotic examination like I did the last two - all in 4 days.  With any luck, I will have hours or even an extra day left over, to be devoted to a much-wanted successful networks project, and the other psychedelic example, which will be vanquished sometime on Monday.  I will need the next three days after that to usurp and encapsulate Artemenia and Etherealdawn in a 12-20 page report.  En garde, comrade!

And then after that, only a week left before I get to lose myself in your eyes.

♥SCRGL
Archer-mage
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想你

We can make it...there is no way we can't make it if every day with you is like this...

i wish..

i wish..

i wish i could touch you
to feel soulsparks and pleasure
rise up within me like a wave
the feel of your skin brushing against mine
savoring the taste of your lips
i wish i could stroke your cheek
or your eyebrows as you sleep
singing to you songs of dawn and sunsets
i wish i could lie in the dark with you
skin tingling as we kiss each other
passionately
feeling your strong body holding mine
as you let out a sigh
i wish i could comb your hair
strands of stories of fair june
gazing into your eyes like stars in the daylight
not worrying about what to do next
just being with you
and silently smile
i wish..

Dreams

Dreams

If I were a grasshopper,
I'd stroke your ears by the light of night
and sing fields of marshmallows
while the ocean waved.
The rainbow platypus glides along the snow,
piping up in dreams, withleaves of sun washing over clouds.
Cherry trees dance under the stars,
winking and whispering while
the grey-white fox, knowing no bounds,
flies past the shadows of thunder.
But we don't notice, like a fantastical scene
rolling by from the windows of a train.
Unnoticed, because something much more ethereal,
and alive, and sparklier, holds our attention.
Love.
Even if it's just a dream, we know,
outside of its dominating realm,
it is real.