Still-life.The best of my paintings:the hum ofa sad piano,a morning cigarette,and a graveside angel;all I ever wanted.
.time will only heal yourwounds on the conditionyou'll let him prise themopen again, upon return
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadwhat's the sense in romantic songs?Love is good, they say...Did I learn it all wrong?Heart is an attention whore,love is a vanity game,romantic stories are just lies -Now cover your face, and hide the shame.Forget the trifles and common sense,remember this one thing:No one cares about your feelings,love is rotten and it stinks.
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze."Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
UnbreakableAnnabeth was starting to get suspicious. At first, I had been able to fool her into believing I was only anxious about my finals, but it wasn’t working so well anymore. It didn’t make much of a difference, since I hadn’t actually thought I’d be able to trick her for so long.We spent our afternoon walking down the Central Park and just having a good time. Everything was going great, except for the times I felt shivers running down my spine, as if Athena was watching my every move closely. Even though I had talked to the goddess, she hadn’t been absolutely happy about my plans. But she gave her blessing in the end – after threatening me, naturally.Talking to Poseidon had been easy, really. He was quite fond of Annabeth, after all, and helped concealing from her that I had travelled to San Francisco to talk to her father, claiming that I was with him under the sea.I thought I’d been nervous when I talked to Annabeth’s dad. Oh, how I was w
HomePercy blinked open his eyes slowly and turned to face the alarm clock. The dim, red numbers read 3:47am. He winced and rolled over to face Annabeth. She was sleeping soundly, with her curls billowed out over her pillow. Percy kissed her temple gently and tossed off his covers, padding over to his closet. He pulled on his old CHB shirt and a pair of jeans. Slipping on tennis shoes, he carefully reached under his pillow and put Riptide in his pocket. Creeping out of the room, he shut the door quietly as not to awaken Annabeth.They had lived in the Upper East Side apartment for three years now, and it had become part of their new life. Annabeth was in her final year of college at Columbia University and Percy was finishing his degree at NYU. They still went to camp during the summers to serve as directors with Chiron, but Percy still missed it everyday. He missed the smell of strawberries that blew in the wind, the training, the cabins, and the lake. Most of all, he missed the feeling of
Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have isa little bit of a fairytale,a part of a storyand a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;mixed in a half written sad songwritten on pages of blue ink,carried away in the wind.It's beautiful,it's a little broken,but it's strong enoughto stand on it's own.Just like us.
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