CE: Never again.Raymond sighed his elbows on his desk and his hands laced as he stared a little amused at the irken in front of him. half of him was saying this was a mistake and couldn't be right but what of the odds of this happening. Raymond sighed and in his mind gave this irken less than a day before something terrible happens. Raymond finally looked up locking his pale pink eyes to the somewhat mocking green eyes. this irken was snarky and wanted. "Okay,Let me get this straight...you want to trade jobs with me? are you serious.. are you bloody serious.. you won't last a day! and you'd probably flirt with the strippers,oh did I mention my best ones are guys.. so you better not mess around.." Raymond said keeping his eyes narrowed. "Don't worry I'm not happy about this either, so how hard could it be?" the irken replied. Raymond almost wanted to shoot this guy. Slowly Raymond stood up he was twenty five clearly younger than this irken but he stared at him. "You'll see..
Marco bioFull name: Arthur Marco Allen Renjan
Name: Marco Renjan
current age: 30
Birthday: February 16th
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Relationship status at 23: Taken (Engaged/Married soon after at 24)
Relationship status at 30: Married (to Jaque)
Love interests: None
Height at 30: 6'6
Body type: tall and toned.
Body type at 30: Tall,well muscled.
Eye colour: Deep dark Purple
Skin colour: Light green,
Tongue colour: Purple
Piercings: three (one on tongue) and one in each antennae
Tattoos: one of a grape vine on his side,and a purple stitched up bleeding heart on his shoulder with 'Forever broken' around it in silver cursive.
Scars: some self inflicted scars on his arms and thighs he doesn't like talking about them and several whip like scars on his back (not self inflicted) ..
Likes: the colour purple (obviously),roses,tulips,long walks,art,stargazing,grapes
Dislikes: short walks,too hot weather,rainy days (sometimes),the cold,rude people even though marco
Don't pull my strings.Frustrated,don't want to be hated
things bottled inside of me
stuff I don't want to say again
repeat my name.
I am not your puppet
I am not your tool
so don't pull my strings!
Tug me in different directions
show me fake affections
or stab me in the back!.
I don't want to take it any more
I'm already hurting on the inside
I can't hide my pain from you
as you can see right through.
My heart is aching with guilt and pain
will I ever be the same person.
I am not your puppet
I am not your tool
so don't pull my strings!
Tug me in different directions
show me fake affections
or stab me in the back!
I've had it with all your lies
I'm falling, not hearing you calling.
Angel: I love you I'm your angel watching over you to brighten your day
keep your eyes and your heart open for me
hold me close keep me there,
sometimes I wish I could be close to you.
I Love you and I miss you when you're gone
take my hand and never let me go.
hold me close to your heart,
never let me fade away
keep my world from turning grey.
I wish I had more to say
but you're the only one,
who seem to make my day
keeping me from fading away.
Love works in strange ways
because I found you,
your the love I never knew
I'm so glad I met you.
You're the one who helped me
fill the cracks in my heart,
with the love I found with you
now I can say I love you.
Words can't describe
how much I love you,
your always in my heart
even from the very start.
Negitive thoughts.I believe I'm alone In a nightmare world
which you can't see,
happiness fading away
sadness clouding my day
the world now grey.
Misery raining down
I feel Like I should just frown
no happiness left in me,
all that's left is misery.
Pain is what I feel the feeling
a falling the story is calling,
the parts of me are slipping away
the threads are undone.
Just look at what I've become
nothing at all to be heard
a whisper in the dark,
just darkness no Light no sun to shine
what has become of this mind of mine.
I'm sorry for all the things I've done
I didn't know what I had become,
just pull the trigger and count to three
and that will be the end of me
I can't take the pain,
the tears wash away with the rain.
Hadi BioReal name: Hadi almond Marsal
Nicknames: Mr raspberry,sugar,Candy eyes,sexy bastard. (likes the last one)
Current age: 23
Birthday: March 2nd
Occupation: Part time male stripper/Bar singer/dancer and Bartender. stage name: Mr Raspberry.
Status: not loyal to the empire
Relationship Status: Taken
Love Interest: Roni (who belongs to samwolf3974 )
Tattoos: one on chest of a heart with a band that's blank
Scars: one on chest running from his left shoulder to his left hip
Birthmark: Raspberry on his chest.
Eyes: Pinkish purple
Personality: a little stubborn,charming,isn't afraid to retort to anything half the time,can be a flirt,kind hearted when he wants to be. (may add more sometime)
Likes: Cooking,reading,walking,keeping things neat and tidy,the colours purple and blue,cookies,pasta,pancakes. (may add more )
Dislikes: bright colours,people disturbing him,untidy things,unwanted calls. (may a
On losing a friend(it did not end in tears.)
I could give you armfuls of oceans, great
mountain ranges wrapped in silver bows,
a coral reef gleaming like a sapphire chain
but you will always ask for a dormant volcano
and a star you can hold in your palm.
And I have tried to be that star, have tried to
combust bright enough, shrink small enough
but it is never enough for you. You kiss my
mouth with those carmine lips and swallow my
heartbeat with your gentle laugh and I glow
I glow and you go you go you go on stringing
me along a trail of crumbs, making me forget
that I am starving myself for your table scraps.
I could press the slats of pre-dawn light into your
answering machine, could fold dust columns that
fall between venetian archways into your bedsheets,
could hang the lost jewels of jaguar fangs clattering
above your dreamcatcher and you would only ask for
a dormant volcano and a brittle sea-salt glass wave.
And I have tried to capture the tides and I have tried
to blow glass but my hands are clum
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,
You observe the likeness of unknown features,
Condemning, curving your mouth with disdain
For the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.
The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,
Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to find
Utter compliance you seek,
Yet of vain dejection you only reek.
The enmity that guides your every line
Is but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.
Depart from the ignorance that compels you,
Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
DarknessThe disease came in the form of quiet, loving destruction.
It pulled me out to sea,
Waves crashing in on me from all directions.
It planted lilies in my throat.
Until I choked on
Roses and chrysanthemums.
It made my mind my own personal head stone.
Nothing but polluted words
The flowers made it sound so playful and innocent when I said,
'I am better off dead.'
You rage wars.
Tugging at the skin underneath my eyes.
Of a once friendly stranger's goodbyes.
Quiet and loving.
You made me fall in love with the velvet of your darkness.
The way you cloaked yourself around me.
You gave me the piercing control of a knife.
'Death isn't a disease. It is a solution.'
A solution to the dark abyss.
Nags at the back of my skull.
It makes my eyes dull.
The darkness loved my light.
It loved it so much,
It was a parasite.
It stole my sun.
Now I am just a super nova
Collapsing in on itself,
Until I, myself, become the black hole.
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badly
When your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.
When you can't hear your own thoughts
Over rumbling drum rolls of thunder.
I will be the umbrella to protect you
From the freezing rain.
I'd set my bones aflame
Watch them spark and burn.
I'd turn my soul into a Bon fire
Just to keep you warm.
I'd catch fire flies like stars.
I would keep them in a jar
And give them to you.
Because you light up the dark of the night sky.
When I am feeling blue
You are the one that helps me get through
The murk of my lonely thoughts.
And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.
I wish you could see you
The way I do.
I see you in the stars
You talk about them so fondly.
Every constellation reminds me of you.
I wonder if you are made of cosmos.
Such chaotic, pure energy,
I see you in the rain.
You are cold
I'd dance to the music of your soft,
Pitter- patter melody.
I see you in the air I breathe.
Because you are the thing
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.
She wears a crown upon her head,
And befriends the monsters under her bed.
She sings songs to birds.
But no one ever heard
Her cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.
Real world little girl.
She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.
Hoping to find
The same peace from when she was young.
And she's like water colors.
So soft, and easily washed away.
She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.
I found her hiding within her tower.
Far above the real world below.
She is so broken but never lets it show,
So desperate for some fairy tale ending.
She asked me quietly one day,
'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'
I thought for a moment before replying,
'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.'
'The world is grey.'
I heard her say one day.
As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.
Her voice sounded happy and sad,
All at once.
As she ripped away the last page
In her story book.
Your feelings are validI once read
that a teaspoon of matter
from a black hole
can weigh thousands of tons
so think about that
when someone tells you
your problem is no big deal
it may not look
like you have the weight of the world
upon your shoulders
but it sure can feel like it.
The Rogue FactorRise, fall, get up, stumble and run
it's getting harder to catch a breath
in this cloud of scorching lies you've shoved me in.
Stop right there, I am not following you again
you, the one who held a scythe to my throat,
had only brought me closer to a death I didn't cry for.
It's a price I've paid for having faith in
you, the one with blooming roses
and stinging, poisonous thorns.
Whose dreams was I chasing?
Were they yours, mine or
were they the illusions of a distant fall?
Heaven and Hell crossed at your feet
but you took the wrong turn and blindly led the way,
straight into a fire that welcomed me with open arms.
Doubt someone like you can atone,
you, the one with a habit of tearing souls.
Yet here I stand, and fight
against you, once and for all.
I grew tired of letting you take control.
I found a strength in a goal you can't claim,
my life and my work are no longer yours.
Hope shines bright you monster,
I'm not going to be a victim,
I'm not holdi
The GardeniasI told you I had wildflowers growing in my veins
and you thought it was quaint,
so when I took shears to my jugular -
you wouldn’t help me cut them out.
You thought I’d be opheliac
if they bloomed, splashing white
into my already paling wrists.
Maybe you thought the perfume would purify me
and being a tragic heroine
would be better than just being tragic.
Their roots choked out my heart and
to my blood
as I died,
drowning in the after-effects of Pretty,
all I could hear
was you telling me that you loved
that I had Gardenias in my eyes.
Eighteen Years OldTwenty years old, and unhappy with the world.
Twenty years old and threatening teenage girls.
Twenty years old and unsure of who you are.
Twenty years old and hiding behind keys
and a space bar.
At twenty years old, your anger gets the best of you,
at twenty years old, I'd hate to be you.
At eighteen years old, I feel sorry for you,
despite the amount of agony you've put me
Because the one who is the giver of your life
criticizes your appearance and your size.
Despite talking, and the gawking,
and all in between,
I know you're just a poor man suffering.
But you're twenty years old, and you should
You're twenty years old,
and you'll never understand this letter.
Fifteen years old, with the mind of a toddler.
Fifteen years old, and though I'm writing this,
I shouldn't even bother.
Fifteen years old, and you're already a professional stalker,
you're toxic, your disgusting, and a suicide blogger.
Fifteen years old, and life is a game, you can ruin people,
play with pe