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:thumb399945427: :thumb404381243: Memories of a Golden AgeSitting on his seat, the old man sighed.
The air before him seemed to condense time as he sat and waited. 
The room about him was lavish and opulent, but it was empty. 
There would be no one to sit with him to await the inevitable.
It was quiet now.
The long line of relations had come and gone, putting on a show of grief.
Then he had banished the doctors as well.
It seemed as thought the Universe was standing still. 
Blinking slowly. 
The old man caught a glimmer of something in the corner of his eye.
He wondered if his mind was fading now.
Watching the flames dance in the fire before him, the old man wondered if his memories meant anything before.
He had certainly not bothered with either past nor future before. 
He had never had any need to do so.
From one moment to another he had lived, sight only on the here and now.
Little wonder those who should have been closest to him were nothing more than colourful shadows in his life.
And the people...
Faceless masse :thumb397422004: Confessions Of A KingAs the deep and suffocating silence started enveloping itself around our ears, we soon felt the gelid winds blowing through the spaces between our bones, which were apparently guarded by a thin layer of skin and clothes. The sky acquired dark shades of blue and shining white spots warmly twinkled upon our heads. All kind of signs popped to warn us the "safe" day was no more.
Mother and father showed concern upon their expressions, as usual. I was unsurprised once my father's strong arms lifted me from the ground, my robe falling down my legs, and took me back to our little tent, placed in the safest spot.
At our arrival, the old man sharing tenement with us bowed in full respect at our presences. He was the one to take my parents to their sleeping corner, considering the tent was quite high, but certainly didn't share the same measure in width.
Father had already allowed me to place a foot on the moist ground, however I could notice his usual calm eyes show warning towards the old man, All I Know (Everybody Loves Me)It seems the eyes of the world
are upon you today.
(they always are, the people,
no, your people, have always loved you;
the golden one, the eldest son,
the favorite, the…
well, they know what you are.
Nobody’s ever let you forget.)
You smile at the man beside you,
throw your arm around his shoulder,
look the part of the supportive brother
for long enough.
(Even without words,
he knows what you’re really saying.
Better luck next time.
The pomp and circumstance may be for him,
but the people are here to see you.)
Then you go back to showing off,
because the people want you.
They love you.
(And you know exactly how
to play the crowd.
The crowds are your kingdom,
and here, you rule. You know exactly
what to say and do to make them cheer
your name, and only your name.)
You give them a broad wave
and a smile,
conscious the whole time
of how the sunlight and shadows
play across your body,
careful to stay in the best light.
(You know you’re beautiful,
but it do ambrosia tastes like freedomSpent half my pearls on a trip to the sea
    Drank milky clear liquor from the coconut tree
        (That something so simple could make something so sweet
            It never fails to astonish me)
When I fade away, a god I will be
    Sipping plain, unsweetened, and unadorned tea
        Feasting on coarse bread and unripened cheese
            Buried in carefree laughter up to my knees
because nectar tastes like coconut syrup
    and ambrosia tastes like freedom

Mature Content

ChessI confess that despite the death and war
I've never mourned the lost with tears.
I never let shivers crack my soul
when my men struggled across the marble field,
or burned the edges of my hickory heart,
as they lept into the synchronized fray.
I confess that though I had the crown
it was welded to my name:
that though I ruled the clamouring masses
in the end they ruled me.
No, my throne is of rusting steel
of the rotting cores of kings,
it binds me to the empty title,
and leaves the castle bitter-sweet.
I confess that all I ever did
was wait for the queen that fate assigned me
to glide on delicate wings of angels
and fall with the rage of never-righted wrongs,
that I expected my "nobility:" my knights, my pawns,
to die for what ever cause I was supposed to keep.
I confess when I saw the world fall around me
I laughed and watched it shatter on the ground,
that as my wife was thrown from the field,
part of me loved how beautifully she died.
And I confess that even now as the dark blooded

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Les Aveux D'Un Roi"I thought you said you didn't smoke?"
Roy blew out a stream of smoke, watching it spiral upwards towards the night sky. It was a cloudless sky, but the only light she could see came from the lonely full moon and the neon lights of the city. There were no stars. Not in this world.
There hadn't been any stars for a long time.
His voice came into her mind again, unbidden.
"You're keeping too many secrets from me."
They had been arguing. A family plagued by a demon had asked for Loa's help in banishing it, and in turn Loa had enlisted their help. It wasn't a particularly difficult demon, but it had been around for a very long time - apparently no one born after the 1400s was good enough to destroy it. Even by immortal standards, Loa was still pretty young, and so he had called upon them as a last resort. He didn't know what else he could do, especially since not even a combination of holy water, scriptures, religious idols, and some bad-tempered curses (and Loa was incredibl by Konnono


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Confessions of a KingAll he could remember was the horror in her eyes when she found out. And then it turned to pain, and then to sadness. She was sad for him; the pain in her eyes was for him.
He didn’t know if that was beautiful or tragic. Maybe both. Her eyes always were a tragic beauty to him; so enchanting yet so dead. Perhaps that was what compelled him to her: To him she was like a puzzle made up of a thousand pieces, needing time and patience to put back together. She haunted his thoughts; he concluded that she was a mystery, because the warmth she gave others was neither in her eyes nor in her smile, and that she was broken into a thousand pieces, because the smile she wore never reached her eyes.
He stared at her calm, sleeping face. She was beautiful, with orange, wavy hair and full lips; her cheeks dotted with freckles and her eyes a deep blue that always managed to capture him. The sunshine that filled the bedroom made it seem like she was glowing; she was smiling, and he f by fairytail0913


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Four of a Kind (Confessions of a King).I am
The upward curl
Of her mouth,
The smile she wears
When she has no doubt
That what she sees
Is true.
I am all her cares.
I am the glimmer
In her eyes -
All she sees
Because I leave her blind.
I am the polluted oxygen
She thrives off of -
The very same toxicity
Coursing through her veins,
Merely a harlequin
Who increases her pains.
I am the king
Of her body,
Of her heart.
I am all that she values
And I value all that
She has to lose.
I am the fall
Before the pain,
The slow dancing
Of the dying leaves
In a season
Without the rain.
I am the largest planet
In her universe,
Maybe not her sun
But I am the only one
Her earth
Revolves around.
I am the diamonds
Around her neck,
Throttling her with authority
And leaving her to be
Nothing but a silent wreck.
I am the one
To whom she willingly
Sacrificed her sanity,
The one
Who should consider himself lucky
To receive it all for free.
I am lacking
The adrenaline that conquest
Should bring -
The fire I set ablaze
To triumph her
Old ways
Now mea by setmyworldintomotion

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