Never to be Read, Never to be known.You know I'm not use to doing these sort of things, and I know the possibility of the person I wish to confess too of having read this is beyond ridiculous. In fact, I know, as I type these words that they'll be meaningless and it will be minutes that I'll never be able to get back; although, all the same, despite this inevitable realization, I felt the need to attempt if only to say I gave it a shot. It's not as simple as just going up to you, as easy as it sounds, I neither have the courage nor the gall to just walk up to you and to ask if you'd like to go out to dinner or a movie or hell even a walk. I'm not so brash, so courageous, as to say at your job "Would you like to talk sometime or can I have your number." Although, as a man I know it's my job, the expectation, to be the one to take the initiative and to be the one who has the overwhelming confidence that outshines any doubts.Never to be Read, Never to be known. by HillOfSorrow
However, I am not that man. I will never be that man. I can not be that man. What kind of man am I,
Arccostan's Tarot ReadingsIf life was all about science then when would they find the time to appreciate the arts? Take a single glance upon this room and find a broad spectrum of paintings on walls, instruments hanging about, but dead center in the room was but an old oak table. Not a single or tiniest bit of accumulated dust upon the wood; neatly polished, beautifully constructed, as the legs formed arches that were securely attached to the board. Upon the table sits the deck so that the faces of the cards may conceal themselves.Arccostan's Tarot Readings by HillOfSorrow
The metal door of the tiny antique shop goes ajar and a buzz echoes to alert the owner of a guest. From the back of the store a man advances to the center of the room while removing a pair of ebony gloves in which made working easier. Such was the burden of being the only employee of a small shop, a hole in the wall, that only came to know the frequent visits of a house wife or the occasional tourist. That had been the appeal of the location, the nothingness, in attempts of not
Hunter and Beast: Act III- A Mother's Guidance.I am the inspiration of your creation.Hunter and Beast: Act III- A Mother's Guidance. by HillOfSorrow
I am the bone of your foundation.
I am the withered petals of a carnation.
I am that hair raising sensation.
I am the mother thus our relation.
I am the victim of my love's temptation.
I am the sole reason for your damnation
I am the master, begin the preparations.
Without him, I know only desperation.
Without him, I know only devastation.
Without him, I know only aggravation.
Without him, I know only calculations.
Without him, I know only complications.
Without him, I know only dehydration.
Without him, I know only hibernation.
Without him, I am made known of these limitations.
In this realization, you can aid my restoration
In this revelation, I desire only relocation.
In this reformation, I can give of you reparations.
In your resignation, decree your stipulation!
In your violation, you never pawn of replication.
In you there is no affiliation, forced to become abomination!
In no consideration, you were forced into collaboration.
In my rejuvena
Spiral, Fly away again.Life without purpose it is the greatest tragedy known to those who yearn for it. Without resolve lesser men and woman succumb to damnation. Futile attempts of finding a bliss known as happiness. Although, such scarce things like joy can be just as much a blessing as it is often a curse. A man without cause, without regret, whose actions are fueled in spontaneity rather then calculated thoughts can live without doubt. Hesitation in doing what one believes right should it be selfish or noble is the ultimate factor in dictating if what is sought can be lost or gained.Spiral, Fly away again. by HillOfSorrow
So in the middle of nowhere did it watch. A yew patient and calm diligently observing the changing world about curious and naive. Things had come and gone as had brethren lost in conquest of man's greed or death by mother earth's whim. Still the tree found obsession in the call of the song, a melody lingering, whose volume more like a whisper compared to a rising tempo. Nay, it had been contempt in roots simply carefree of m
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