may i remember it for a long time.
-el marco


0003The angel kneeled to catch his breath. I asked him what was wrong. He told me, in a weary voice, That life was not a song.0003
He warned me then to not inquire As to his own exhaustion (As if the angel's own collapse Was not a world of caution).
I pressed for him to answer me, And not to hide his burden. He told me I would lose my hope. I told him I was certain.
He told me why he had to rest, And what I had to fear. He told me that we were alone, And made both our fates clear.
He had been sent into my world, As he expl


On OrangesSome people ask me when it was that I first discovered I was destined to be an orange farmer. I usually tell them that it was when I was hired by a man who owned a large orange grove. At least, I used to tell them that. They usually get this expression on their faces when I tell them that, so now I've decided that I'll tell them this.On Oranges
When I was young, only twelve or thirteen years old, in an awkward stage of life, I met a girl. I was at the mall, asking my friend, Danny, what an "Orange Julius" was. About halfway through his three-minute answer, she walked past the orange ju


Sunburns and Ghost PiratesTo you, dear friend, Thank you For being there for me And for being as lovely as you are.Sunburns and Ghost Pirates
You held my hand And you made me smile Like you do.
She came and met us At the fair, And it was wonderful, Because you both are.
And you left early, closest friend, Most trusted advisor, But you didn't miss much.
Without you there, We took advantage of the opportunity To go on the Ghost Pirate ride At the carnival.
It was very dark and not scary, But I hadn't, so I kissed her, But I had terrible aim. &


Butterflies with Razor WingsHands Grasped, Fingers intwined, Looking into you eyes, Feeling everything that hurts you.Butterflies with Razor Wings
Wondering to your wrist Fluttering fingers, Touching softly your cuts and brusies, Where butterflies with razor wings once pondered the thought of playing with your arterys.
I pulled you tight to my body, so you could never let go, I'll be your anchor to this life, Your light at the tunnels end.
Holding you to this world, As the butterflies kiss your wrist, Kissing you, breathing life into rosey lips which I'll never let embrace the
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"Would that I were a fig you would know my insides were soft and voluptuous, that you might partake of my flesh and eat"
Lady Kellington of Yore (from :iconMaliceah: gallery)
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-el marco
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"Would that I were a fig you would know my insides were soft and voluptuous, that you might partake of my flesh and eat"
Lady Kellington of Yore (from :iconMaliceah: gallery)
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"Would that I were a fig you would know my insides were soft and voluptuous, that you might partake of my flesh and eat"
Lady Kellington of Yore (from :iconMaliceah: gallery)
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-Amber
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a smile and a
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