Ku merangkai kata-kata, Di dalamnya. Namun entah mengapa, Terasa Niskala.

I swear, sometimes, you actually enjoy breaking my heart.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

johnny is the exception (to the numbness). © JUGULARS 2019

a natural hierarchy

it was at that time of ruin, that the stars rose from their graves. skytaints | all rights reserved ©

i feel like a god.

When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The runes that covered her were light, like they had been etched into her skin by the moon's very own hand. This woman... this creature, she was covered in the symbols they were all taught as children, but a few stood out to Orion the most. Death. Consequence. Chaos. Liar. Feral. What was she? Orion didn't know, but he knew that he had been shown this dream for a reason: as instruction. You weren't just given dreams like that to log into a journal and then forget about. This was a divine entity calling to a subject they deemed fit to do the chore. But Orion didn't even really believe in that entity. It seemed he'd been given an be objective: Kill her. Stop her from getting to him, and make her suffer for even planning to in the first place- especially after all that the young aloha did to save his pack. She was beautiful. She was terrifying. She was dangerous. ... but Orion was about to learn that this objective was going to be incredibly difficult to execute. Because she was all of those things. But she was also his mate. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

we are heroes of darkness wearing armour of gold © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017

Dapat ku katakan, atau tidak. Tetapi memang kurasa, ialah 'takdirku'.