.:Birthday Pasta Time:.You're old! That's what I'd sayAnd that you're as old as me! YEY!Don't know what else to say here, but shoutHappy birthday to you!Trials, new and old, are coming your wayRemember that you're not alone when you try to overcome.I'll be here, so will your family, as well as BroBe happy all the time, don't give up!You still appear so young for your age,Pooh! I really envy you, but hey! You'rePretty as you really are and smart too!As well as THE most trusted friend!How I hoped that you would accept this little gift 'cuzAll I can give you is
myself being a sibling and best friend to you
to protect you always, like what a sibling and a best friend would
Happy Birthday, and God bless you!!
The Essence of a Dead End and Constant WorryA pencil lay undisturbed on a plain, lifeless piece of paperWhose blank face stared back at its owner.The laptop set into its slumbering mode,Never to be waken until who knew when.Colored pencils laid scattered across the cold floor of marble,Like silent corpses waiting for Judgment Day to come for them to be raised and sorted.Silence became the queen of the dead kingdom, the wind as her adviser,Whose breath continued to enter the body of its patient.The sun and its children started to scourge the back of the patient,Like a thousand whips lashing on the innocent flesh that was once was smooth.As if it were a miracle, the corpse rose from its torturous slumber,Awakened, but not completely healed from its illness.Both eyes bore thin, crimson veinsLike endless roots of a century year old tree.The eyelids felt heavier than they were supposed to be,As if someone inside wished that they would never be opened.Lips that was once as crimson as blood died driedAs if the rays had
LoZ Fan Fiction: Daddy Boot Camp Chapter 4With Dark being taken care of, the rest of them went to the family room. Curtains of crimson velvet flowed to the morning breeze. The fireplace, with its inside as dark as night, stayed untouched. The floor was covered by a warm, beautifully designed carpet for the children to lie on. The long sofa was occupied by a laying Nhaav, his hands behind his head and his eyes closed in relaxation. When it was to become a quiet paradise for Nhaav, the silence broke with his light ego's usual 'responsible sermon'. He approached the arm of the sofa, where the head of his shadow rested upon. He bent down and gently knocked on his forehead like a door to wake him from his rest. As the shadow opened his eyes, his red and blue stared back at the emerald ones. He noticed that his light ego bent over to him, with his hands on his hips. Nhaav sighed as he rolled his eyes, but filled fury when Vaahn remark