Nothing

You are in a deep angst that is seemingly impossible to free yourself from. the depression like a never ending decay causes pain and looms above every place you venture, following you like a shadow.

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Waking Up the Demon...In Me (chapter 1)

This story won't revolve around it, but the first few chapters will probably be filled with angst, so hang tight. reviews are appreciated. so is ice cream.

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Emotions Will Fly

The heart brings warmth to those that sting at the frozen crystals; melts away the worries and angst. emotions will fly when the person most dear to you makes your day with simple words. the are the fuel for the fire inside.

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Broken Home

Incompletion, separation, angst and longing. wonder, where is she? did i miss her? yes. was she here? only for a little. to not have you in my life, i cry. please just come home. and stay. having peace of mind, to a mother returned.

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A Sacrifice

Finding myself distracted, the distraught and angst go numb and let new life be introduced. with this, i feel more comfortable; more at home. i start to wonder though, is it really right? do i really want to live this way?

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Paradox

But it is mostly the lack of it that drives the deep and almost infinitive sorrow and angst that i feel more than i should. it is that of which i question the most; how can i make things right?

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Ein Brief von Mein Lieb

Er gab alle seine torheite und all seiner angst gestanden, "nichts ist hier überhaupt fortschritte." "ich liebe dich, mein liebchen."

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Characters Tailor-made For the Plot

It should be a struggle every step of the way, especially for the hero & the villain, but avoid tossing in too much angst. no reader can handle whiny characters.

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New Places and New Faces, Chapter one

My life is just like any other furs. It's hard for me to make new friends because I don't like to talk to people unless I know them which is a bad loop I know. My mother always said to not trust anybody I don't know. The only friends I can make are...

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Your web

There was a time, long ago when I saw some good in you, As the others shunned you, I drifted closer, seeing a piece of me in your lonely eyes, Foolishly, I became yours, innocent and unassuming as a small child. So quickly, so unsuspectingly, I...

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Mute

The dreams are frightening You lay awake for hours Praying for the peace of slumber That will not come When you close your heavy eyes finally The dreams are waiting As they always are The shadow of a man The glint of a blade's edge The...

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The Fool

There sits a lonely gentleman Upon a shaky stool There are many whom flock around him To play him for a fool He looks out with his lonesom eyes Across the braying static Winking cheap, electric lighting His reaction's automatic He drains...

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