You Don't Love AnythingYou Don't Love Anythingblank/free12-11-118 stanzasyou never wrote me a song,and from what my numbed mindwill allow me to recollect,we've never even kissed.what i can recall distinctlyis the feeling of confinementas i made you feel betterwhile you hung me out to dry.i can remember all the places:your room, the car, the park.i can close my eyes and seeyour mom's little living room.it's almost like i was just there.like just yesterday we had slepton the couch at your sister's placeafter a day in your home town.i can see all of their happy faces,but it may as well have been a dream.i don't even remember
Odyssey into 2012: Ch. 1In the heavy light of the sun, she stood, holding paper in her hands. Her fingers twitched as she read the words. "Tokyo." "Zephyr." And this calendar, its boxes, its days, were like little portals into unknown worlds. She looked up from the parchment, feathery between her fingertips, and saw the open gate before her. It was tall, mighty, intimidating. The girl's dark hair was like a million long ribbons, and her young eyes, screaming out the will of her innocent soul with their blue, stared. Her grip on the papers loosened, and like a frightened gasp, a gust carried them away. They danced through the gate before her. The girl dashed through