Shadows-of-My-Soul

Far More Than I Expected To By: C.S.E I think I cared for you Far more than I expected to But I was so used to being enclosed by fear I think I felt happier talking to you than any other Far more than I expected to But I was too used to being sad I think I laughed harder with you Far more than I expected to But I was more used to crying I think I felt whole with you Far more than I expected to But I was so used to being broken I think I smiled Far more than I expected to But I was so used to frowning I think I may have loved you Far more than I expected to But now I’ve lost you I think I miss you Far more than I expe

COSPLAYERS OF THE DENVER/THORNTON/WESTMINSTER/NORTHERN COLORADO AREAS OF THE STATE OF COLORADO! I have this project coming up for my ANT 110 class. It's about a Cultural Discomfort Zone. I discovered mine was Cosplayers, because I don't entirely understand them despite being around them often. I need to meet up some time with Cosplayers so I can ask them some questions. I'll most likely bring a camera, take a picture and video of you if you would allow you me too. Is anyone, who is a Cosplayer, interested helping me? I am attending Animeland Wasabi in Denver at the end of the month to conduct interviews if anyone is interested or we can sche

Of Puppeteers and Masks of Mirrors By: C.S.E I am suffocating…air is nowhere to be found. My heart is clenched in an invisible fist; squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Sadness looms over me, a puppeteer of my soul. It shows false visions, visions of the past, present, and future. I choke, throat filled with a lump that won’t go away. I am burning form the inside out, slowly, painfully. Limbs are heavy as though they are filled with lead, every move so sluggish. Though I am shaking from an invisible cold breeze. Its paralyzing and never-ending. Tears so close…but they never fall. Not with so many around, so many judging. Exha

Cold By: CSE I sit bent over Head hung Small rivers stain my cheeks A pain in my chest My throat burns I want to call out the pain But I don’t want to be heard I am cold So close to giving up Shadows retreat from me Their warmth gone Love is lost The wall of stone builds up to protect me But I feel cold No hugs, kisses, or words to keep me warm I sit bent over

Last of a Line Part 2 By: C.S.E Sir Harold worried for the young prince. While they had gotten lucky and escaped, the boy had not spoken. His eyes made the man shiver, their once joyful Gray now dull and lifeless nothing like a child’s should be. Is this what happens to a child when their innocence is shattered to soon? If it was, Sir Harold would not wish such a thing on anyone. A sigh escaped his throat as he held the boy up right as they rode a horse through the landscape. He had to dress his majesty in rags to avoid suspicion. Whoever had wanted the Royal family would surely be looking for the Prince and it was Sir Harold’