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When the night fell down on to your eyelids, I closed the door and sighed. No matter what, I couldn’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again.

» Posted By piitou On 04.22.2014 @ 9:07 am


“Rise to your feet, servant”, he exclaimed suddenly and furrowed his brows as if he was angry at something.
“Yes, My Lord”, I answered humbly and bowed slightly as I rose up and lifted my gaze up to meet the yes of my king. The eyes, with the darkest black and the most shimmering blue in the world, in them.

» Posted By piitou On 06.10.2011 @ 1:59 pm


It was in the bookshelf. The book, his diary with all the secrets in it. All his confessions and hidden desires. It was all in there. Everything, captivated into that small black book, marked in with mystic little letters and sly symbols.

» Posted By piitou On 04.12.2011 @ 7:40 am


He always knew what he wanted, when he wanted and especially how he wanted things to happen. It was just way too easy, to wriggle those puppets on the strings and smirk in such way that made all those people to fall down on their knees and bow.
He had that kind of effect to them, and he loved the power it brought him.

» Posted By piitou On 04.07.2011 @ 12:54 pm


He was truly an egoist. Narsistic even. When he woke up, he had to look into the mirror and grin. Handsome son of a bitch. Almost literally.
No wonder all the women and men fell for him, all the time.

» Posted By piitou On 04.02.2011 @ 10:35 am


The digital noise. Electricity that runs through your head. Your insomnia makes you go down on your knees, makes you plead and scream and crawl on the ground like a dog you really are. Go to your master and ask him to appease your restless mind.

» Posted By piitou On 03.29.2011 @ 8:14 am


A fool. That he was and nothing else. However, even though he made his mistakes and messed just about everything up without even quite noticing it by himself, there still was this someone who loved him no matter what. And it was all he needed.

» Posted By piitou On 03.24.2011 @ 9:36 am


He was easy to approach. He smiled, he laughed, he sparkled like a diamond on the muddy ground.
It was easy to fall in love with him. Unfortunately I was not the only one. There were many of those who wanted to be the ones he would like to talk to. There were many who loved him just as much as I did.

And there were so many broken hearts, just like mine, as the news reached us. The news about his saddening, lonely death.

» Posted By piitou On 03.22.2011 @ 12:47 pm


He was the one with the winning cards. He was the king of the chess board. He was the one, who was going to win this game, no matter what.
The game of hearts.

» Posted By piitou On 02.20.2011 @ 1:39 am


He hated chocolate. He hated everything sweet and messy and everything that could make him feel as sick as exactly that dreaded chocolate made him.
But when he could taste that overly-sweet flavour from those certain lips, it was not so bad after all.

» Posted By piitou On 02.14.2011 @ 11:34 am


He was a coward. Coward for not saying those words he wanted to say. And those feelings, they were slowly killing him from the inside.

He had to watch that beautiful creature on every day of his life, but he was not able to touch it. He was a coward for fearing he could lose that feeling, when that being watched him from afar, with those big, glassy eyes all watery and shining like small diamonds.

But he knew. He knew – just like everyone else – that you should never reveal your admiration to a captured siren.
But he was something different. He was a coward, but on some day he would tell everything to that creature, even though it could take his life.
It was worth it.

» Posted By piitou On 02.10.2011 @ 9:49 am


The alarms made him restless. He could smell the fire, he could hear the sirens, he could feel the hysteria around him.

The planes. Those howling bombs.

He was way too young to see those bodies all around him.
He was way too young to meet the glorious Mr. Death.

» Posted By piitou On 02.08.2011 @ 9:15 am


Take the pill to make you feel a bit better. Take the pill and swallow. Swallow and drown and go up and fly. It makes you feel like it, I’m sure.
But if you are with me it will be even better. I can make you feel loved. I can make you feel so much better than this.

So dry up your tears and reach out to me, please.

» Posted By piitou On 02.07.2011 @ 9:19 am


The dominance in him, it made me quiver. His gaze, his movements, his controlled expressions, they made him perfect.
And he was beautiful. He smiled and lightened up the room, he laughed and got everyones attention.
He was everything I ever longed for.

» Posted By piitou On 02.06.2011 @ 1:04 am


Lean on me, darling. The night is not too dark for the both of us, you can stay here. Stay even though you would be needed elsewhere.

I need you right here.

» Posted By piitou On 01.30.2011 @ 1:07 am


Summer. He usually hated it for the sun was always burning his skin and the heat made him crazy but that summer, then, was something different. Something special.

» Posted By piitou On 01.14.2011 @ 10:37 am


You don’t need to wake me up when you leave. I know you won’t stay for long. It’s only for one night, only for few lovely moments – and that’s it. You don’t need to wake me up because I’m already fully awake. More awake that I should be.

» Posted By piitou On 01.12.2011 @ 12:28 pm


It was not like he had not been supported much in his childhood. It was nothing like that, he just felt uncomfortable with all those people staring at him and waiting him to answer. The meetings. He hated them, when he had to appear like he would actually know something.

» Posted By piitou On 01.10.2011 @ 7:28 am


It must have been the authority. The dominance in him that made my knees go weak and my mouth get dry. He was the boss and even more. I was sure. But still, he was the respectable department manager and I was just a foolish cleaner, it could’ve never worked out. Such a shame.

» Posted By piitou On 01.09.2011 @ 8:53 am


I’m per­fectly, utterly con­fused when you kiss me and my head starts to spin like there would be a jaded, drunken but­ter­fly caged inside. I love the feeling and I truly love you. It’s perfect and nothing less.

» Posted By piitou On 01.08.2011 @ 8:13 am

I’m perfectly, utterly confused when you kiss me and my head starts to spin like there would be a jaded, drunken butterfly caged inside. I love the feeling.

» Posted By Piitou On 01.08.2011 @ 8:03 am

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