Yesterday's Storm~Yesterday's Storm~Yesterday's Storm by NeuroticLust
As you grew mean, they would sink,
My heart dropped,
Your love painting over the loom,
Wash lined horizon,
Your fractured spine,
Walls, not figures,
Yesterday's willing to let you see another breath,
In your sea, the storm steals melodies off the moon-soaked waves,
There would be too much to please you with,
How do I get close?
And settle somewhere with you,
Not that I could,
At sunset, pink drenched the clouds
Sunbeams along the ocean
Where will you be?
The moon called out,
That sun was not found in me,
Your current light aligned my aura among Earth.
Yesterday's Storm © NeuroticLust/Amanda P.
Meant To Last~Meant To Last~Meant To Last by NeuroticLust
All the things that are supposed to make life easier,
Just make it harder trying to find them,
Attempting to read faces and you haven't the foggiest idea,
Time is running away, afraid that you'll catch up to it,
When you were young you saw the world the way it was meant to be seen,
Now you hide it all away and call it daydreaming,
You asked God for help in your darkest times,
Always thought it never came,
You didn't appreciate it when it did, so as it was, it remained,
You can't sleep because it's better to watch the sky than face hell,
Coming home and being asked if it's really you,
Makes you regret that you left,
A mother knows her child's face,
The dog still remembers your voice,
Keep a rein on all the memories as they come back to you,
Scared out of your wits that you had exhausted the strength of love,
Aware of a touch you never thought you'd feel again,
You suffer without yielding, waiting patiently for what is meant to last.
Meant To Last © NeuroticLust/Aman
Beyond Sleep~Beyond Sleep~Beyond Sleep by NeuroticLust
You know what they do when you die?
They cut you open,
They could tell what your last meal was,
Whether it was nothing but pain or nothing at all,
If I had the choice, I would have never been born,
I never would have gone through a life I knew would reach an end,
I don't want to feel myself begone,
I don't want to feel my lungs stop taking air,
Or my heart stop beating,
And my brain go blank,
And my body go numb,
But I'm here and there will be a time where I'll close my eyes,
Fall into a dream world beyond sleep,
We'll be in a box alone,
In the ground where it's cold,
And the only visitors we'll get are whoever's in the neighborhood,
Or the feasting worms,
If there's no life after life on earth,
We simply stop remembering,
Nobody's right and nobody's wrong,
Slipping into nothingness,
A dream beyond sleep,
Then they dress you up,
Have a party,
And put you away.
Beyond Sleep © NeuroticLust/Amanda P.
Befallen~Befallen~Befallen by NeuroticLust
Take me by the hand and lead me into the depths of your despair,
Hold it as your truth and what you believe,
It only ever feels right behind the roadblocks of your fear,
I'd tell you but you wouldn't listen,
I'm musing your anger, the relevance of causes and effects,
My arms about you and your enmity,
The wicked ringing in my ears,
Buzzing in my head, still feeling the initial impact from the blow,
I want to disagree but I can't,
How did you find me?
Part of me is glad that you did,
Love with me is such that I can't because I don't know how,
A little bit of sickness in otherwise loving gestures,
No apologies and everything to be sorry for,
I know you'll never change, you don't even have to say anything,
I could see it in those eyes that I miss,
That little smile on your face,
It says you're happy and you've put the past behind you,
I hear a lie and the cry of black birds sharing our evening,
I know better than that,
The misfortune befallen was self-inflicted,
That I want you
SPG Fic - LoveSPG Fic - Love by chibijaime
The first letter was disjointed.
Her brow had shot up nearly to the edge of her goggle strap when she read it. It was certainly Peter's rushed handwriting, but he was on and on about the most bizarre thing: an automaton.
She very rarely questioned his genius, of course. Peter was prone to coming up with some of the most unusual inventions, though very rarely had he finished anything as of late. He and Thaddeus had spent so much time bickering with one another over her that his ideas had largely fallen by the wayside.
This, however... this seemed different. There was a certain odd fondness in the words he wrote. He did not call the thing he created "automaton" or "clockwork machine," he called it Rabbit, though why he did so, she couldn't fathom. What an odd name for an automaton, she considered.
The further she read, the less she could hold back her smiling. Between his gushing at her about how fair and lovely