ZombiePwner5

Against a shroud of darkness we find ourselves… When we let ourselves reflect upon the past of our pains and mistakes, we can let it fester… Left to fester, the little pest in much of it's equivalent can lead to stress yet stress can be the determinate in who is and isn't 'IT' I recall a time when I wasn't so abrupt with changes, yet those time weren't so stressed, now vexed within myself I fight a fight not one shown to the world, internal, of my fight, the scars viewing by the others, unaware how to help… yet my lust and earnest want is to get thrown into it again, so I can get over it… If I can get through it

Stella is like a drug, A drug upon experience, An Experience Shared between two, Two People to be closer then before, Before they were friends, Now, not even labels affect them, They just are. Drug and user. User and Drug.

Let us be, what we set out to be, No matter what it is to become, Let us be what we set out to be, Ignite in us, what we seek to be, Ever changing, no matter what it is to be. Let us become what it is for us to become, as in us lies a fire beyond the tides, and in this fire lies a fury that cannot be damasked, with truth, unlike what is we must be what we set out, to be, for better or worse we can be what we set out to be. Burning inside this fire, this passion, brothers in arms, cast aside your stones and ask, are you what you want to be? As it is, I, if I am to be cast out, at-least I am what I set out to be. Now join. Let use be wha

Living without her must be but a dream, The hopes and dreams of her inside, If it could be said to sway when I dream, I dream of her kind heart to be inside. Hope of these dreams lead to my memories, Of her to be with my spirits' essence, To fend off the misguided memories, Within dreams, the brightness of her essence. Mem'ries made in the past for us, for now, Make up what we call the past of what last, Inside of our new hopes and dreams of how, Yet we all wait for the moment to last.      It is at once we und'stand moments are,      For us to craft inside us, whom we are.

Author's Note: Please finish reading this in one swoop and do not finish until you've read it all. Enjoy the free-write Moving past the points of existence that exist that limit us, language, and hopes that we can never transcribe to actual truths, are that of which we were and once are to become. The life we live, is hectic and strong willed yet we are misdirected towards what we want to become. Would you enjoy to be what I cannot do, can you be the one that I seek. Every night we hope for one another, yet this is not a fantasy, but an actuality but one who isn't there cannot tell the difference. The essence of existence is to be able t

Authors Note: I am using a self developed language in this piece if you see it do not fear, I will put translations in  italics .  (soft translation)  {hard translation} When applicable. DFTBA ~ZombiePwner5 Love can be seen on different scales different levels to culture or just different understanding. Our story is of an Omega that through it all has faced, in his fold a brick wall, yet how the course of events will turn out isn't for us to know. Let us start our tale with the couple meeting in secrecy, hiding from the clan, knowing that it would affect them disastrously if they wanted to stay together. The male, the omega, met with his m