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Fateful ReunionWar had dragged on, despair ran rampant throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Five long years of death and destruction had destroyed the lives of thousands. Children turned to orphans, wives turned into widows, husbands with no families left, fields burned, villages and towns pillaged. It was only in the sixth year of fighting did the lords of the seven kingdoms finally come together, not as foes, but as equals whose kingdoms had all had enough suffering. They met on the steeps of Mount Gefterdain in a grove of olive trees, this council lasted for five weeks, and at long last, there was peace between the kingdoms once more.Fateful Reunion by Bloodrebel
Rorick Hayden was a lieutenant in the King’s cavalry, he had left his beloved wife when the call to arms had first been sounded, promising to her that he would return soon. But that was five years ago now.
The city looked as though it had been abandoned by all color, that was Rorick's first thought as he and his fellows rode through the city gates, he remembered the
I Found an AngelI found an angel. No, he didn't have a halo, and he wasn't clothed in white either. He was a boy, seemingly nothing more, hands and feet grubby with sad sunken eyes. I was walking home from school that day, backpack weighing me down like bricks, when I saw him. I never stopped, never offered him anything, just kept walking down the sidewalk. It was hot, and all I was thinking about was my cool air-conditioned home. I’d seen them there before, all the time actually, so naturally I didn't think much of it. But the next day on the way to school he was there again, the boy with his broken blue eyes.I Found an Angel by Shadowkat678
This time I slowed down, hesitated, but I'd be late if I stayed long. So I just gave him a smile, offered him half my sandwich, and started off once more. I tried to put him out of my mind, but the harder I pushed the more I thought. When I left to go back home this time I looked for him, and sure enough, there he was still there, sitting alone on the curb. It might have been my imaginati
HybridBeast: Are you sicken by me?Hybrid by WhatIsFreedomToYou
Beast: Really? Even though I’m only half human…
Human: Well. I’m actually appalled by you.
Beast: What? Why? You just said-
Human: I know what I said. In truth, I’m sickened by the other half.
Beast: My other half?
Human: Yes. To me, you’re too familiar…too human.
Beast: Too human? I don’t understand. Most people are frightened by me because of my inhuman form. Not by my human side…
Human: That’s exactly why! I can’t stand my own kind! I had always detested other humans! Even since before I even could walk. I live in a world surrounded by beings calling themselves “humans!” It disgusting knowing that I am one of them! Monsters wearing human skin and so many of us kills, rapes and commit such horrible acts to each others everyday! How can they call themselves “civilize” after all that crap they do to one another? One day I thought to myself,
New PerspectiveMy world is blurryNew Perspective by samsamsammysam66
Filled with illness and hurry
I crawl at the speed of light
With all of my unbalanced might
I'm too small to rule her world
Although I always make it swirl
She cares for me
With a silent plea
One the yearns for peace
Her love will never cease
But soon I'll be leaving
And she'll take up drinking
Killing herself slowly
Wishing she was holy
So that maybe I could stay
And she wouldn't stray
From this crazy thing that holds us here
Sometimes I wish it would just disappear
I don't have much time left
And maybe I'm asking too much
Please tell her she's blessed
And be her crutch
When things get bad
She'll be sad
Because I'm not there
Damn it's not fair
But one day soon
She'll look at the moon
And have a new perspective
Dreaming Of A Someday There is a certain four-letter word that constantly hangs around me. It doesn'tDreaming Of A Someday by That1PersonUForgot
seem to want to go away, to evaporate in the air and disappear forever. It
haunts me like a ghost, making me do double takes from my shoulder, telling it
to stay away. I need to make sure it's invisible fingers stay away from my
fragile world. But sometimes, I need to focus on life and not on the
cursed blessing following me around constantly. I'm afraid, however, that it
somehow grabbed me by my hair and is currently rolling me around in the mud.
The term 'hopeless romantic' is used harshly. It has become a cliche, being
donned on a majority of girls out there. I will admit I am one, because I really
am. I've been in love, out of love, next to love, under love, over love, with
love, without love, and most importantly, almost in love. No matter what love I
was in, I still was associated with it somehow. One thing I had
The Ocean In His Eyes When I look in your eyes, I see the ocean.The Ocean In His Eyes by That1PersonUForgot
Why the ocean, you ask?
Like you, the ocean is lonely. It may be beautiful, large and majestic, but it is deep and cold, where few call it home. No one ever goes deep enough, toward your heart, where the true you lives. They only sail above on the surface. You yearn for their attention, but they simply cannot.
Like you, the ocean is talented. It takes true passion to push its waves, to create high and low tides. It takes skill to rustle the water just right, so that all who listen to the water feel at peace with the world.
Like you, the ocean is calm. Laid back and relaxed, it lets the sun reflect off of its surface. The ocean does not get antsy or bitter, instead breaks the occasional smile. Never does it speak up in an intentional manner. Instead, it waits for someone else to do it first. If called upon, the ocean will answer, but only then.
Zola Mae Everyone says that my sister and I look a lot alike. I can remember when I was little, she and I went to the zoo wearing the same clothes, our hair up the same way. Passerby stopped, stared, and whispered, saying 'They're twins! Identical twins!' My mother would politely reply, 'No, they're not. They're only 18 months apart'.Zola Mae by That1PersonUForgot
It is true- my sister is younger than I, born on a cold February night in 2001. Her name would be Zola Mae, Zoe for short. She was named after my mother's aunt and father's mother. Forever she would be a child of the snow, preferring the winter season of all others. However, her being a child of snow never entitled her to it- Zoe is wary of snow. When we were younger, she would get nauseated just by looking at it.
I remember Zoe being a quiet, difficult child. She never cried or mumbled baby-nonsense, and instead sat around with a blank, haunting expression. Her eyes were big and blue with long, brown lashes
Ocean's Melodies Ch. 1Naida stared into the ocean as her friends played volleyball in the clear water.Ocean's Melodies Ch. 1 by xXMaploryXx
She sighed as she drank her soda, setting it down before leaning back onto her towel. While her friends were having fun, she was laying there getting toasted by the sunrays. It wasn’t that Naida didn’t want to play; it was the fact that she can’t swim.
And she has a fear of water. Naida wasn't sure what that is called, aquaphobia or something, but she really couldn't care less. All she knows is that she was not going into the water, period.
It was sort of ironic because her whole family was familiar with water, excluding Naida. Her father is a fisherman, her mother is a marine biologist, and her older brother had won many trophies and medals for swimming competitions. To say that Naida feels pathetic is an underestimate.
None of her friends know that she can’t swim. If Naida told them that she couldn’t swim, she would be teased and made fun of to no extent,
Yamiseidou Chapter 1 A creature which appeared to be a black cat ran through the streets of a newly-founded American town, not realizing that it was being watched by an astounded bystander. The cat-like being dashed around a corner, scurrying under a ladder, causing the ladder to fall, the mirror which was perched at it's top, falling, also, with a shatter. As the ladder toppled, a nearby barrel of salt for the bakery was knocked on it's side, the seasoning contents spilling out in a torrent. The man shook his head at what he thought to be a trouble making animal, that is, until it reached the other side of the musty corridor. The similarly feline creature raised to it's two hind feet, and begin to grow, changing also in feature. It continued to perform this incredulous feat, until it took on the appearance of a adolescent female. The man's face then plastered into a pale white. He turned to run, screaming of devils and demons invading the quiet settlement of Salem, Massachusetts.Yamiseidou Chapter 1 by Unus-Caelum
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice CreamI woke up early in the morning, right as the sun was starting to peak over the horizon. I tried to pull the sheet back around me, but then realized she'd stolen and cocooned herself in it again. Typical girl.For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice Cream by Crowlita
In movies, girls always seem to wake up all pristine, perfect makeup, hair combed and styled. I'm here to tell you that was most certainly not the case for Galiana. Her hair was a tousled mess and probably would've been far worse if it was the length of mine. The eyeliner from last night had smeared a bit, and her lipstain was a little washed out. We'd fallen asleep before she'd had the opportunity to get her makeup off. It was kinda cute, actually.
My roommate, Xavier, a rather fit guy with short brown hair, wasn't back yet and probably wouldn't be back for a few more hours, which was a relief. He would give me so much grief for ending up in bed with an art student. He was an engineering student, like I was, only he had this beef with art students and how us
Close to perfectionClose to perfection by Breaking-Alice
No matter how many schools I go, I always get picked on. Like there is a vibe on me saying 'Pick on her!' I mean sure I had huge anger problems but that doesn't stop bullies. At the first day I was big news. Many people talked to me about my life and all till few days later very few people talked to me then finally a week later I was a nobody. I kinda liked it till a month later randomly some guy wanted to pick on me. Sure I fought back. I even pushed and cursed at him but he was dating this popular chick Charlie. Charlie didn't like it that I 'bullied' her boyfriend. Even if he started it first so she started rumors about me. Later people started to believe in them. I didn't mind as much sure people talked shit about me behind my back and point at me when I walk by.
I couldn't take it anymore. I never been physically bullied at my old schools but I been cyber bullied and so on so I asked my mom if I could move to a new school. I went to three grade schools in Ohio and two
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.Week to Weak. by KelaLewis-Morin
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
Puberty.Puberty.Puberty. by KelaLewis-Morin
I just see it as you trying to control me,
Trying to turn me into something I’m not.
It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely
And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.
Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?
That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.
If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.
It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare.
You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me,
Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions.
Even before I say or do anything wrong, you’re correcting me
And that is why I go to all these places without your permission.
As long as you are under my roof, you will abide by my rules.
You cannot see it now but in the future you will thank me.
That means I want you to go to and come straight home from school.
Recently your attitude stinks, so think before you speak and get an
Three notes for you when I dieI, Don't cryThree notes for you when I die by Milk-and-Pie
I don't want you to cover yourself with your duvet at 3 am and bite your lips until they bleed so that no one can hear you sobbing. I don't want you to tell everyone my life story with your eyes burning with streams of rivers and knowing I will never be there to wipe away your tears again. I don't want you to write a million of poems to my death, and make me up into the girl with millions of triumphs because I'm not and I never will be.
II, Don't romanticise
I don't see how beautiful it is to have my flesh scorched in the core of the Earth, or my hand turning blue and eyes scratched by millions of insects. I don't see how I could be compared to the mountain breeze or the ripple in the rain when all I am now is an inanimate cold rotting body with millions of crawlers on my lungs digging into me.
III, Don't hope
I want to tell you that I will be the autumn wind caressing your pale cheeks, or the ethereal ray blossoming your skin into different hues of su
Things to Take on an Acid TripThings to Take on an Acid Trip by GrubbsWriting
Several matches for each plot of land in a phase of suicidal tendency, and perhaps gasoline for the sake of a better show.Glasses can be for the brightest lights on the older towers before implode and fade into dust, leaving themselves in clocks to in & around time, disintegrate. A topless thinking cap, for the open mind required by a chore of listening to raving schizophrenics that may have a point or two, depending on the voice whose behalf they speak on.
A vacation round the world in matters of time and variety, in store for our future, so I encourage all to pack accordingly. It is only a vacation in that you will deviant from what you think you know.
An old paper fan for the heated debates of distractions and attractions. Different eyes for every sight to behold so as to spice the convolution. Grenades to open letters from loved ones and old friends. Magnets to toss deep into clouds for purposes of entertainment. Gargoyles for the nightmares outside every wall you've built up. Sand
How to see with Closed Eyes (Pt.1)Whosoever enfeebles the purpose of the phrase 'things could be worse', does not hold an understanding of the misfortunes of existence. They are likely experiencing a first test of sorts, or are simply unfamiliar, or ignorant to the stories behind the darker reaches of life on earth. Yet even then, in the absence of understanding, eyes are eyes that can used to chose a perception of whatever it is they see. Should things ever escalate to the hypothetical result of the current meaning of when people say the phrase 'things could be worse', then less and less people will use the phrase as the world around them becomes more and more bleak. I have no way of calculating the ratio between perception and situation to reliable results, although I'm sure somewhere there's a person whose already come up with one.How to see with Closed Eyes (Pt.1) by GrubbsWriting
I will say this much however: it's human nature to point out the negative, otherwise we wouldn't need phrases like 'look on the bright side'. To say that things could be worse, is bo
The Little Girl in the Leather JacketShe wanted to be fierceThe Little Girl in the Leather Jacket by MyLifeisAverageStill
She wanted to be strong
She wanted to be loved
And almost never wrong
She wanted the world
To see her for who she was
She wanted someone to care
Not out of duty but just because
But the world didn't want her
And she just didn't see
That the world wanted her gone
Didn't want her to be
Some people tried to help
They tried and tried to care
They told the little girl
That they'd always be there
But she couldn't be fixed with words
The little girl who still felt small
She wore her leather jacket
Just to pretend she was tall
The jacket was her shield
Her last defense to the sky
It shielded her heart
It shielded her cry
And though they tried to help
They still didn't see it all
That the little girl had never felt strong
Just smaller and small.
And they couldn't help her feel big
They couldn't help her feel tall
And so one day the little girl in the leather jacket
Decided she didn't want to feel at all
The Summer Princess [RWBY Oneshot]"Red like roses...The Summer Princess [RWBY Oneshot] by MetalPorSiempre
The corridor was empty of the living.
The floor was a chaos of fresh bright red blood splashes... and the bodies the blood had and kept coming from.
Servants, relatives, guards, friends, visitors...
The vases, normally full of fresh white roses, aligned to the sides of the corridor had fallen during the battle for the palace. The glass shattering into pieces when it had hit the floor and their content watering down the blood at places, extending the stains across the marble floor. The flowers shattered on the floor, smashed by the feet of the assailants. The petals scattered all over the place, dyed red with the blood of the fallen.
...fills my dreams...
The nightmare wasn't a nightmare but a memory.
The Roses Princess was trapped in the events of the past Summer that played once and over again inside of her head, engraved in the inside of her eyelids despite the change of seasons separating her from them.
...and brings me to the pla
Bleeding wounds - Chapter 11Claire’s POVBleeding wounds - Chapter 11 by PhycoToad
27 West Myer’s street…well, at least we had a heading now. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect, I was surprised we’d manage to pin down where Asclepius’s power was so easily. It didn’t even sound like a particularly special address! Like we’d just find him sat in an apartment somewhere, eating a sandwich or something. After some searching around the city, checking street maps and asking for directions, we finally managed to track it down. We found ourselves stood outside a health spa with a big, purple sign that had the words ‘Fours sisters’ mega-spa’ written in fancy, golden letters. It wasn’t a particularly large building; the front had a massive window looking into a waiting room decorated with house plants, paintings and fish tanks. It was kinda weird, the inside looked like it was a high-end luxury place, but was very big and was just on an average commercial street.
“A health spa
Small World, a Supernatural fic - Chapter 3AUBREYSmall World, a Supernatural fic - Chapter 3 by Biasanti
“A Trickster? Never heard of it.”
They were back at the motel, finally discussing what they had been pitted with.
Dean told her it was a trickster, though the way he said it, “the trickster”, made it seem like there was only one. When she asked about it, Dean just shook his head, smiling. “We’ve crossed paths with him before and trust me when I say, this is our same son of a bitch.” And it wasn’t the happy kind of smile either. It was bitter, and rueful. Aubrey knew that something had happened between them and this trickster that they also hadn’t told her about.
“Bobby says that Tricksters are very rare.” She sat cross-legged on the bed, a pillow on her lap, listening intently as Sam said, “There’s Loki in Scandinavia, and Anansi in West Africa. Their killing methods are very… humorous.” He hesitated as if the last word wasn’t what he was aiming to say. Aubrey mad
Legacy of Ezio Chapter FiveSnow had started falling on the ground on the night the cloaked owl flew back to Shadow Forest. As much as he hated walking in snow, or flying during a snowfall, he wanted to see his friends. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Aura either. The daughter of Magnus von der Drachen was an innocent owl, while by Ezio’s belief, the clan leader was just a criminal. There was always crime in the Northern Kingdoms. So, Ezio still questioned himself he could trust Magnus even though Magnus pointed out his trust for Ezio.Legacy of Ezio Chapter Five by Agent36496
It was only the night after Ezio had Aura in his den to have tea together. Ezio shook himself, making much of the snowflakes on his cape fall off when he entered the tall hollow of the fir tree. He then spread his wings to lower his hood. “Back so soon, Ezio?” a female voice asked. The Eagle Owl turned his head to see the black owl with green eyes. She was like she related to mammals. His answer to the remark, was, “I realize something I miss about yo
To Force a TearsheddingTo Force a Tear by Ellen-Souler
drowning eyes until dead
when emotions are doused
notion to cry
unheard of theory
when eyes stutter dry
weak and weary
force a tear force a frown
in the end is too hard now
when elbows scraped
when earth would quake
nightmares kept us up
we would cry
hold our teddy
hold our pillow
hold our mama
hold our daddy
we are big girls and boys now
tears were taken away
and now we harbor desert pain
Sandman visits to soak our tears
while we sleep
when life come to focus
no more kaleidoscope eyes
we all weep inside
.pretentious. by BatmanWithBunnyEars
equals deep poetry
(Please see description.)
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.How to love a guy who can't love himself. by Yamiga
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away by Ellen-Souler
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
UntitledHow many triesUntitled by OceanHeir
Does it take to
In what lighting do you accept your face?
How many likes until
Is there an angle that masks self hate?
How much anxiety do you filter away?
I find the truth often hides outside of the frame.
But truth is no good for chasing that 5 minutes of fame, that spike of social acceptance buzzing through your veins each selfie Sunday (and Thursday and Friday).
You can construct beauty, but imperfection is much harder to fake.
And cameras don't capture intellect.
Why don't you smile with your eyes?
And what would it take to believe that you are beautiful for more than a day?
Is makeup not enough to shield you fragile heart from this world with it's habit of deconstruction?
Or better yet what would it take to ask a better question
to which the answer is always,
"You are enough."
What's in Front, and Not Behind To me, America means complexity and change. As her citizens, we have been responsible for terrible and wonderful things, from a historical to a daily level. As a country, we've nearly slaughtered one population, and subjugated another.What's in Front, and Not Behind by Orion159
But still I can be proud.
And the reason for that is that I am not those that came before. I can look back through our history, see the mistakes of our past, and figure out how not to repeat them. And I can also see the brilliance, and choose to live it again.
An Unexpected GuestWho is that person?An Unexpected Guest by katamaris4ever
I haven’t seen him before
But he’s in our neighbor’s pew
I haven’t told him to move to another
And why is he dressed like that?
He looks like he just got out of the bar
Has he been drinking?
He smells terrible.
Did he just yell at the pastor?
Sure, it was an amen
But I don’t take to those that would shout
When someone else is talking
He’s loud and obnoxious
Could someone please tell him to shut up?
I’m having trouble listening to the message
I really wish he would just stop
The pastor said not to conform to the world
I think that guy should have listened
Because he looks the type that needs Jesus
The type that needs help
But look at the time
I think I’ll go see if I can get lunch
And forget about the ordeal that just happened
I’ll try not to think about it
I haven’t been here in a while
And why should I? God took her away from me
But she said to visit this place
And to sit at her friend’s side
HomeHomeHome by Trisaw1
Some enchanted evening, when the candles highlight the love in the atmosphere,
And the happy mood of love radiates and bounces off the walls…
Some stormy evenings, when the rain falls harmlessly on the tiles overhead,
And the wind blows fruitlessly against the shuttered windows…
Some cold evenings, when the central heating system maintains the warmth,
And keeps the family members healthy and sleeping in their snug beds…
Some dark evenings, when the house lights turn on without hesitation,
And the locked doors keep the scariness of the world out…
Some lonely evenings, when the white moonlight shines down from above,
And the stars beckon wonderment on the aloneness of space…
…this is home.
Some noisy days, when the hammering and drilling and banging
Resonates all around because even home needs its care and upgrades too.
Some bright days, when the garden blooms green and colored flowers too,
And birds approach to nest and rest in N
For my sk8er boyI love him. Full stop.For my sk8er boy by JackieFKerouac
It's not that I had to think about it for some while or consider it several times
I just look at our common photos and see his smile - whenever the sadness comes
And it immediately comes to my mind how much I love him.
It's beyond the explanation, much more than it might seem...
I love how he tries to calm me down when my tears are just about to burst
I love how he puts the blanket over my shoulders when I fall asleep first
I love how he makes a cherry tomato heart for me when he prepares my dinner
I love how he tells me everything is perfectly right when I feel like a sinner
I love how he describes my clothes as doll-like because they are so small
I love how he in the morning looks at the picture of kittens on our wall
But most of all I love how he hugs me tight and by that single hug I can tell he loves me too.
No words are needed - at that very moment I bet we think of the same thing as we usually do.
MedicineI want to cure you fromMedicine by frightenthelittlesin
Your ill thoughts – a sick way
Let me cure you:
You were always the prettiest
With an open throat
Feeding on humans isn't written in my genetic codeDo you necessarily have toFeeding on humans isn't written in my genetic code by frightenthelittlesin
Put the journal and scissor
In front of my face?
If I am not allowed to have my plate
Under my nose
- Then why did you have to
Give me the meat bloody?
I feel queasy.
What you let me choke down
Is now knotting in my stomach.
I want to remove the
Disgusting chunks of flesh
Out of my system.
(Feeding on humans for lust
Isn’t written in my genetic code)
I do not push your buttons
I just want to have the minimum
Of space that you admit to me.
You tell me
We wouldn’t eat yet-
But everyone around
Is already swallowing and devouring
The other people.
Everyone but you.
We just do not eat yet.
I am not allowed to eat.
I’ve got a smudgy scissor
And a paper with announcements of murder
Under my nose.
No, I mustn’t eat.
We are still about to glow…
The Mockingjay (a tribute to Hunger Games)If on my flight, my wings should fail,The Mockingjay (a tribute to Hunger Games) by anne-xvii
I can rest on the ground to cry;
If flames should reach my broken tail,
They can go 'round here where I lie.
When danger comes with other birds,
Here they may linger in the sparks;
Though I can hear their spoken words,
I cannot see beneath their masks.
I hear a voice inside me say,
'To leave or stay, you have to fight,
And if you wish to see the day,
Then fight the foes that hold the night.'
I wonder how - I'm all alone
With birds and flames surrounding me,
And my body has not yet grown;
What hope is there for me to see?
But if I let to show my fear,
I cannot stay, nor can I leave;
I know I am not welcomed here,
But I can fight if I believe.
With feathers scorched by burning flames,
We all catch fire, and while we do,
I'm fighting still to win the games,
To rise alive when all is through.
Princess EuropePrincess EuropePrincess Europe by DraganTheMighty
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
land of the west,
Wars never ended
forget we lest
Ages of the dark,
twilight of the cross,
A promising new world,
pirates hold your loss
Colonies of blood,
massacres at the east,
Watch your right hand,
it follows the beast.
Years of division,
the breaking of the wall,
Only now a decision,
no enemy, your ball.
dance of the north,
Keep up your faith,
hold down your sword
union at last,
Love your people,
learn from your past
In what you believe?
This can't be your plan,
What you release?
You can't rule the sun.
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,Sexual Tension by UrDeadlyDesire
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
Born and RebornCrystalline screamsBorn and Reborn by Shamoneness
echoing out of openings
of the orifices of my skin
seeping out syrupy lies
and malignant paradoxes
frozen in the waves
of tranquil idiosyncrasies
trapped in a cage
of flesh and feverish
brain cells by degrees
waste to procreations
in the deep facets
filling spaces with
fetal thoughts and infancy
born and reborn
Sexone time at schoolSex by TheStoyTeller
I was dancing down the hall,
and I was telling a friend of mine
about how virginity is not a flower,
but rather it is an orchid, bearing fruit
ripe enough to entice Eve
and as our mouths began to water a teacher stopped me
and told me that the words I spoke
were a sin to school halls,
and I told her that the true sin
was a teaching about how Christopher Columbus
a rapist and a murderer
was depicted as some sort of savior of
And of course that could not be so
what with moral absolutism
a rapist could not be a Messiah
a rapist could not be a hero and the teacher just looked at me,
"isn't it just sex?
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?Schrodinger's Cat by anne-xvii
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
The FortressOn my fortress, I stand alone;The Fortress by anne-xvii
Against me wind and time have flown;
Thoughts of you come and won't be gone
'Til like this walls I turn to stone.
...Tension, is building between... by innoctemn
our bones; cracking
these boundaries that bind
[lets not get lost in the moment
Lost in DespairI become cold and bitterLost in Despair by Miry123
So no one can hurt me
When i feel sad and little
I like the rainy days better
Because I can mask the tears
Flowing down my face
Im falling apart but you don't notice
I catch myself before im truly broken
I wish you could be here
I wish you could see
That im hidding the true me
Please help me
I need you but i see
That You don't need me
Puzzles"We all used to make puzzles,"Puzzles by PaleAuthor
she says to everyone
"First we made the edges of life."
She wonders about the last piece:
"Something is missing..."
as the last piece is wandering off
The edges of life
Built a barren person
in her nervous version
We never finished our puzzle."
"The baby is dead," he says
"So what?" she asks
"Maybe we can try again," he begs
"The baby is dead," she says
"So what?" he asks
"I can't take it," she answers
She rages in the corner
Maybe the puzzle
was too hard
Maybe she has
no mind anymore
Men are puzzles
Women are puzzles
Puzzles of children
Puzzles of adults
The rules, love and life
they are all pieces
Given by nobody
Taken by everybody
"Now the child throws
all our pieces away," she cries
Dear DisasterHow could you?Dear Disaster by Unus-Caelum
Such a bond should be true-blue.
Yet you looked me in the eye
and cruelly said good-bye
Rushing in through every pore
Knowing, I shalt not see you anymore.
By my own flesh and blood
The realization that I was never loved.
As I leave the place I called home
Ending up, just like before, all alone.
That snow building up in my heart.
Why didn't I notice the signs from the start?
You did this before
Leaving, with the slamming of the door
I should have saw it coming.
The ice you poured in my heart, so numbing.
How did it feel
When you disowned your own child, looking them in the eye?
How did it feel
When you silently watched them break down in front of you and cry?
How did it feel
When you gave them false hope with lie after lie?
How did it feel
When you told your child to shrivel up and die?
I know how it feels
To be disowned, not averting from the eye.
I know how it feels
To break dow
You're Killing MeMother, Father,You're Killing Me by kidko123
please stop shouting.
no matter how hard you try,
you can't hide
that thinly veiled rage
beneath your voice.
I hate how
you don't even try
to hide the hate
tampering with your tone.
I can barely understand
but I can still
hear the spite
behind your words.
don't you know
your torrents of anger
can't be held back
by our paper-thin walls?
I can hear you
I can tell
can't you see?
Broken ButterflyI saw a butterfly cocoon once,Broken Butterfly by kidko123
and I wondered to myself,
"What goes on in there?"
Maybe I could poke it,
put it through something similar
to what I've been through,
and see if it reacts.
I wonder if
a butterfly would still come out
of that cocoon;
maybe with some wound,
it would end up
with a broken wing.
Just like me.
HazelHi Hazel.Hazel by kidko123
I know that I've said this before,
but your eyes are beautiful.
They're so caring and worldly,
so full of wisdom
but so reluctant to show it,
so quiet when silence comes
yet still speaking volumes
just with a glance.
It's as if
they hold galaxies of wonder
and I just can't help but want to stare
whenever I get the chance.
I know it hasn't been long
and I know you're worried
that this is it,
but I promise you;
it hasn't even been
and I miss you
You make me want to see the world,
just because you do.
it's been years
since I've climbed a tree,
or tried to out-bike someone,
and I still can't believe
you actually beat me.
And I'm slightly afraid right now,
ever so slightly,
that I was bitten,
until I knew you,
I never knew ladybugs could bite.
So, I miss you Hazel.
And trust me,
me and you?
We'll make it last,
through and through.
(2008) The BeginningI'm standing at the start of this path(2008) The Beginning by CalCrazy
that I've never travelled;
A path I was supposed to take when I was younger
but only now have managed to arrive at.
I'm trembling with fear
because I don't know what's ahead;
My glass cage, though confining
has long been my familiarity.
Will I make it to the end
and break out of this Eternal Winter,
or will I stumble off course
and fall back into the dark waters of misery?
Am I strong enough to let go of my past;
let go of the Demons' hands with whom I've danced with for so long,
or will I succumb to their manipulating voices
and allow darkness to stay in my bones?
Can I overcome myself and my pain
my raining skies and blackened memories
and free the light of my soul
who has been enslaved to my devils all this time?
With a deep breath and emotions churning
I take the first step and look ahead...
The woman I should have been is waiting for me,
I have to try and make it to her.
Will I succeed,
or will I fail?
The time has come
to find out.
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