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|If I have a favourite and best piece, I'd like to presume it's this one. While it's not the newest, and it needs updating and probably either some accompanying artwork or a follow up, either in the form of a story or a set of poems, I think it's the best one I have. It isn't emo, it isn't me venting, it's not me showing people how things are. It's a poem about my personal view of one form of vampire.|
LoveRomance is dead, they say; and I know people believe that I know nothing of romantic gestures for scoffing at things such as Valetine's.Love by e-herowindmaster
Feh. What those ignorant buffoons consider to be romance, I consider to be cheap swill unfit for even the worst people around.
Love isn't all about showy gestures. That is just superficial bullshit, for those incapable of understanding the emotions of themselves and those around them.
Love is in the little things, such as beelining to one another if you haven't seen one another in what seems like forever, even if it was only five minutes.
Love is knowing that their partner's bad habits and flaws not only accentuate them, but make that person into the one they love, and to try to get those habits or flaws to change would be to kill the person they love.
Love is holding one another in the middle of the night when one of them wakes up in a cold sweat, and calming one another down by the "mere" presence of each other.
True love is tangible and luscious; c
Message to my cousinSuicide isn't the answer.Message to my cousin by e-herowindmaster
I said that once, to appease someone after I spent an evening balling my eyes out during my early teenage years.
I said suicide was never the answer, that it was for the weak and the cowardly who didn't dare to be strong enough for themselves or their loved ones to even try to see tomorrow.
Safe to say, I've known for a long time now that things aren't ever so black and white.
Sometimes people can't understand that there are people who care, and sometimes things seem bad enough that nothing else matters.
Strength is difficult to come by in troubling times, and without support, a weakened structure crumbles. It isn't hard to for things to go from bad to worse, and prompt suicide.
I've heard the theories: that it was trouble at home which caused it. Or that your boyfriend broke up with you when you were at your lowest, and that pushed you over the edge.
All I know is that they'll be forever theories, and agonising over whys will never bring you back to us.