seen from France
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Once there was a mun oh so great That for her to be the Gavin's was fate And if she ever took time away That was always okay Because even a "hi" is worth any wait!
// You're so sweet, nonny.
I'll be popping back on here when I can, just have to balance the new blog + get my characterization back on track here..
Ya know what? Both Poet and Angsty aren't online now so I'm gonna say anonshipping or whatever th it's called
Send me a ship and I will write you a 6-8 word story.
[ I vote for Angsty Poetry or just the god ship ]
Torture PianoIn Anonymity, liveA perfect marriage
Alternatively (but have the haiku anyhow):
She hits send.
"Now what?"
"Now we wait."
♀Did you know that some creepy stalker is following your son and sending him psychopathic, angsty, poems? (Along with her super hot friend btw)
Send me a ♀ and a question and their mother will answer it.
"Again?"
[Oh, no. Not this again. It sounded a little strange but Klavier was a celebrity.
No, no. That didn't excuse it.]
"I'm sure he's fine. I'm sure he has already contacted the authorities."
[He had to have learned his lesson after last time, surely.]
† There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and on, empty cells in empty prisons, now my brother's dead and gone
// Here you go, PoetAnon, I've missed you~
I try, But it's so hard to believe, I try, But I can't smile you see, I try, I try, My whole world is changing, I don't know where to turn, I can't take this hating, And I feel like I will burn, I try and try to understand the distance in between, The love I feel and the things I fear, And every single dream, I'll try, I'll try, "I'm fine"
It hurts to smile.
It does. Klavier doesn't feel happy. It scares him, feeling this way. He prefers being numb compared to the pain he feels in his chest.
He's fine, of course.
He will be all right. It's just one of those moods. He has mood swings, you know. Diva fits. This is one of them.
He doesn't need to be so childish. Klavier is an adult; he can deal with these problems by himself, crying won't make them any better so why should he? It's pointless to worry others even if he thinks it might be nice, just once, to stop pretending and admit he's not sure where he is mentally but it isn't somewhere he would like to be.
It starts out as this intense feeling but becomes more and more normal with every passing day. Klavier's just down and he's not getting up because he's not trying hard enough.
He tries to take it one day at a time, but when nearly every day is a "bad day" it gets harder to deal with.
Here you are now you've given up your mask, The true question is are you up to the task, Let's see how long you can really last, Because you're slipping- cracking so fast
This would be better if Klavier wasn’t exhausted after no sleep and getting up at four AM.
It’s almost seven, now. Apollo’s still asleep; Klavier’s grateful for that, because he’s sure Apollo would not approve of Klavier being up at such an ungodly hour.
But, with an eight hour time difference, it’s about the only time he can talk with the pastor for the memorial service and profusely apologize, again, for the stunt he pulled as a child—the stunt no one seemed capable of forgetting--without worrying about not getting everything done in the allotted time frame.
He’s quiet. Klavier shut the office door behind him and made sure not to raise his voice, soft, tired German phrases passing his lips as he tried to focus on the words (and apologies) the pastor told him.
He needed flowers, too. Because of course. Klavier checked his email earlier; Kristoph had some specific things outlined that he would like, all “optional” of course but when Klavier mentioned them in passing the pastor insisted he follow through with as many of the final requests as possible, “despite the requester.”
Just.. a few more days, and then the service will be over.
He can do that.
He has to do that.
Is it not always the ones who are shy, That know the best way to make your muse cry
// You got that right.
Ghost!Kristoph and dolls.
His worst nightmare.
You have no idea how long Poet and I have been waiting for this~ Angstanon is excited
// You've been plotting?
You know each other?
crimson-chords I'm beginning to understand your plight
