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The Note Jim loosened his tie in a careless motion and hung it on the coat rack beside the door. As he slipped off his shoes he could tell from the utter silence that Mark wasn't around - probably out with some non-mutual friends. In all honesty, an empty apartment was fine by him this afternoon. He really didn't want his housemate to catch him sulking with that introspective look in his eye again. He always asked questions that Jim wasn't comfortable answering.The Note by ~Okibi-Kris
Finding himself in the unlit living room, Jim promptly fell backwards onto their couch, sinking into it with exhaustion more mental than physical. He sat there a time, staring lazily, bl
Casino Night His hand paused an inch from the door handle of the Toyota Corolla, and hung there, quivering. He knew what he should do. He should open the door, buckle up, and get the hell out of here. Maybe with the morning light this will all prove to have been a bad dream-- a horrendous nightmare. But his heart pounding a rapid rhythm in his chest, the blood rushing to his head, the dizziness he felt even as he stood still, they could not be reasoned away as mere illusions. Jim inhaled thoughtfully through his nostrils (for he needed oxygen before the faintness overtook him) and tried to calm his acCasino Night by ~Okibi-Kris
Untitled Song Just because you can reach outUntitled Song by ~Okibi-Kris
And touch what you long for
Doesn't mean you'll reach that route
Any quicker
And these surrounding faces
Keep encouraging
Is it that they won't allow me
To realize my tragic fate?
I miss everything I can see
I guess my apathy
Came a little too late
This downpour is so harsh
You can't even see that I'm crying
Someone in me
Has lost hope and is dying
A hypocrite to myself
Stabbed but stumbling on
Love won't go away at a whim
So I won't get around this supposed sin
Nothing is certain until the next day
When it merely becomes a fragment again
And my pure words come so easily in the night
Only t
Shot A patch of soft, onyx fur lies amongShot by ~Okibi-Kris
the tapestry of black silk cast by scrawny, young trees
Even in the bleak, solicitous breeze
nothing seems to stir the limp body
His eyes, full of a shadowed ocean
and a fleck of sparkling emerald
wish to see no reason
Both the calm waves and tainted sunset are settled on a silent valley
The perfect grove that encircles it contains
everything that means anything to this soul
Muted, golden stars watch over the concealed form
and speak gently.. carefully.. of the future;
praying that he look forward to pointless hours
that will numb his mind, so no more pain will be felt..
But little comfort is
uh sorry about him he does that sometimes.... 
Sta.sh
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