If there was one person that Gianna could not stand, it had to have been Alex Rawlings. But if she had to pick someone else, the honor would have fallen upon Lord Anthony Lang. At first, she thought that he would have been an interesting person. She didn't know many people of the nobility, and this fellow had rank and money. He also had a singularly slicked-down hair style that was hard to ignore.

seven

Ⅰ They call the game heaven But I don’t see how I’m stuck in a closet With a boy who is loud And he’s kissing my lips And I hate it, I do So I push him away And I leave the dark room

Tick. Tock.
I am a clock
I am a full of cogs
Cogs that push
Cogs that pull
Relying on each other
For movement
For life

They spin my hands across my face
In a perfect rhythm
In the perfect way
Tick
Tock
Tick
Never a change
Never a new tune
They spin my hands across my face

OOC: I haven't posted or read anything on here in a long while. I feel kinda bad because I have writing projects I said would be continued. And I haven't... I'm writing this short story for two reasons: 1. I feel like I should post something , and 2. I had this idea that I really want written.

Blake’s knuckles were turning a ghastly white as he grasped the steering wheel, speeding towards the Tasser's house.

He pulled into the driveway, and hopped out of the car. Coming through the front door, he came across Bruce sipping his coffee.

"Is Elise here?" Blake's words tumbled out of his mouth.

"Yes....I thought she was talking to you in her room."

"Thanks.....do you mind if....?"

With a nod from Bruce, Blake ran up the stairs, two at a time to Elise's room. He threw open the door.

No one was there.

Revolution-
*******************************
a cause to die for
so they say
we must make tomorrow
different from today.
revolution stirs their blood
revolution gives cause
to those who fight for better days
to those who only lust to kill.
revolution gives men purpose
a higher good to attend
if they die, they die for a purpose
if they live, they have a reason to live
revolution changes the world
for better
or for worse.

Love-
*****************************

I dreamed about you
last night
you were not quite you
but I was not quite me
so
it was okay;
other things were different
a strip mall
where the church hall
should be.
You did things
you've never shown an inclination to do
in real life.
But in this dream,
I didn't mind
too much.
The only thing that confuses me
is why I dreamed about you?
I thought I was over you?
at least mostly?
I haven't dreamed in months,

one

Ⅰ We are standing face-to-face Much too close yet far away They’re a tricky thing These games We both find fun to play Until of course it fights Comes back with a bite Forcing us to hide Away Until it’s time to fight

Ⅱ He said--to me-- If you must know “I’ll be more than glad to go.” Said the thing that hurt the most Because he knew me so well

Ⅲ I fell into your arms Tripped over shoelaces And you got me I was off my guard (Literally) And we both pushed away Mumbled apologies

That day there were others on the road to Emmaus,
Discussing the one who they thought would’ve saved us.
They were speaking all that had passed,
Everything had happened so fast.

And Jesus Himself drew near and went with them,
Soon asking about the week before’s mayhem.
But their eyes were kept from seeing the Son of God
As they walked on the road, traveling abroad.

I drew hearts on the foggy glass Before everything happened And though it felt long; time does pass Even unexpected

My eyes were stinging sharp and I Wanted a way out Angry on my phone I typed A text I’d never send

I folded in upon myself All closed off from the world Praying, heart fell to stealth As I wished it all away

But then I opened one eye And saw the hearts were gone Wiped away, wiped dry All except for one

A gorgeous little swirly heart So perfectly drawn Then He gave us a fresh start He's good like that, you see