Memento-Arcane

I'm sick and tired of you playing these games Sick and tired of hearing your words hammering into my brain For once, just once would you please Shut up and listen This isn't one of your stupid lectures I don't want to hear it It is my turn, this is my turn to say This is my game Check mate There you go again Ranting about your world and whims Do you see an audience somewhere? I think they're wishing for something to shove in their ears Why don't you take a leaf out of my book and listen to someone else for a change Could you learn to Shut up and listen This isn't one of your stupid lectures I don't want to hear it It is my

It take some work to pick a lock Some patience; time You've given me enough of both For the key to turn And the doors to open Putting the pieces together takes effort Solving the riddle entails thinking You've got me thinking About the what ifs and When that door opened A story starts out with the prologue Each chapter is finished as a new one begins I'm thinking this chapter stays never ending But I'm hoping a new one starts instead Because spilling ink is easy Putting it to paper is hard You've given me the words but not the occasion On when to turn the key And get the doors to open Its like music and math Sometimes one

You make me smile Somehow you get to me laugh When the world's against me Or at least I think it is Sometimes you make me stop and think And I may push against it But in the end you make me see... How did it start again? A few words, a message or two But somehow we were introduced Can two people click like that? A few jokes and then we're sharing stories like old friends I've been asked how something like that can cause a change How a few words can make the morning Is it just you, or does it seem that smiling get's easier every day Those messages are getting longer The smiles are coming easier And I can't help but thinking

Hold Me/Missing Pieces Never been a fan of looking too close Afraid of what I find will make me cry And on the outside I'm strong But inside I'm shattered glass Trying to fit back the pieces Like a spilled cup of coffee Always trying to clear the stains Never able to see something half full Always finding the dregs on the floor Its easier this way, Safer to fall Than to take that leap again. Where are you Gone again The shadows are pulling me in Tearing me apart Taking more of me I need you to hold me And I'm lost again Trying to patch that hole But there's never enough thread to sew And I can't seem to find the end

                                      Chapter 20 ~Magnus~ He almost killed her. That damnable vampire nearly took Rina's life. It was affecting me more than it should, more than any beings life should, except perhaps for Alec. To be honest, it confounded me. I had no real relational bonds to her, none other than the mark hidden on her brow. Tentatively I brushed a strand of  fiery hair from her brow. The shock of magic colliding with magic snapped against my fingertips. For a moment my signature blazed. Beneath their lids, Rina's eyes flickered back and forth. The sharp planes of her face faded, the calm demeanor had faded with Simon's fee

                                         Chapter Three Present "I-I'm fine." Flushing brightly, I knelt to pick up the glass. "Stare at his jeans Alex, stare at his shoes…anything…" I was thinking to myself, heart pounding. It needed to slow. He couldn't know anything was wrong. But something was wrong! He was supposed dead, nothing more than dust in the ground by now. I knew. I was there when they were shot! A slightly tanned h

                            Starry Eyed The subway station was bustling by the time she arrived. With the toast burning and coffee maker dead, Setsuna had enough issues just getting out of the darn house! Add in the New York traffic, and well, she had an excuse to be late. After all, she couldn't teleport yet. And she was certain Levi would not have enjoyed it anyways. Grim likely would have murdered her midway to Avalon. So she shrugged through the crowd of New Yorkers who hollered swears as she went. "Yeah yeah! Get over it!" she grumbled to herself, lugging the back pack behind her. Where the heck was Arthur? He was supposed to be here b