Fall to the floor No words can reach me You can't hurt me anymore So keep yelling words They only spin around me I no longer hear you But I'll just keep pretending Pretending that I'm not slowly dying That I don't need you anymore And I'll just keep wondering.. Where are you now..?
How did we grow apart? All I have now are burnt memories And I can't stop thinking of you You made me who I used to be I thought I'd tell you, I'm sorry I broke us But you broke me Now I can't feel anything I can't even convince myself, That if it wasn't for you I'd never know who I was Because I still don't know who I am...
I told you I didn't care Not about how far away the stars were Or what anyone could see on the surface Because all I needed was you You breathe on my neck What did you expect from this? All we had were your made up truths And my broken words Leading only to my tears And your goodbye...
We could've slowed down Let the world stop before us There's nothing you can do now Just let this take me away Because you were always alone Alone in a crowed room with me And I was just lost in the dark The darkness of your eyes The eyes that left me here with no you That told me the last words I wanted to hear I can't love you anymore...
Hair soaked Clothes drenched It almost feels like I'm in the rain But I'm curled up in my bed Without you You're the whole reason I'm like this Or is it really my fault?
Eyes never dry Body never stops shaking Stop telling me lies That you still love me That you'll come back We'll be together again Because you know what? That's just bullshit
I've hard those one too many times And I'm not going to believe you Not now You broke my heart Can you hear it shattering? Oh wait...I forgot you can't You no longer care to hear My words fall upon deaf ears As well as my screams
I tried to make you stay But you just turned your back Said we'd be better this way You're like everyone else Why did I trust you? Let you in? Why did I believe you were different?
My eyes burn along with my lungs Holding on to the last jagged piece The last piece I have of you It cuts deep into my skin But I only hold it tighter Letting the blood trickle down Falling into the puddle of what I used to be
Maybe they were right all along Maybe I should've have listened to them Not this broken thing Not my heart It knows nothings And they always seem to be right So why listen to something that lies? Why listen to you?
Don't believe that I'm going to be ok That I'll be happy now I told you once and I'll tell you again Without you I am nothing I can prove that to you now
I'm nothing more than memories A faint cry in the night I can no longer be the person I was She only exists in the past You took her with you As well as the fragments of my heart
So now I have nothing But I don't mind For soon I will be nothing No longer breathing No longer feeling pain If I could say one last thing My last words to you would be I only wish I could have saved you... Saved us
Nothing dulls the pain Not even this knife Your words are engraved upon my skin You voice trapped in my memory No matter how much I rip my skin, Your words still remain No matter how many times I lose my mind, Your voice is still there
My body goes through the motions But really I'm a thousand miles away In your arms Just like I always wanted to be You lips meeting mine Then I hear someone calling me name I realize it's not you That I'm only dreaming again
I can't pretend anymore I break down My heart shatters I know you're no longer mine That you'll never be mine again I am forced to remember Remember what we had What we could've had Something I can no longer have But someone I will always long for...
The shadow in the corner stiller than a statuette, with wings of dust three dead flowers at her feet A little girl who's lost a bit more than her faith She clasps her hands together, praying to no gods at all asking for a selfish thing, she knows But she hopes that prayers go far above the clouds
The sun is shining through the window picking up the dust like gold it flitters through her tangled hair and lands beside her silent chair But something is still melancholy perhaps the way she leans against the wall or maybe just the fragrance on the air
Sometimes people say that she's an angel but angels do not cry alone at night and sometimes people say that she's a demon but demons do not cry at all And she knows that the world is unfair she's not sure why she ever wishes otherwise but some days she finds herself believing anyway
The little girl takes off her masquerade her face is sad, but no tears fall the last cry happened too long ago it's been many days since she learned to be strong Dry-eyed, she stares before her on the floor, regretting everything she's done, a short sigh, And wonders if girls with dust-wings can fly
It's not to be altruistic or anything she doesn't want to make herself seem victimized all she wants is the relief of something sure even if it means letting go a little more Perhaps caring is a fatal weakness but perhaps the dawn can sing her song so for now nothing will be wrong
I...wish I had a preview picture for this. I really can imagine a photograph or something of a girl in a white dress sitting next to a wall, across from a window, with late afternoon sunlight filtering through.
For some reason I'm also reminded of an English garden.
Anyway. This was written on a really, really bad day, but it generally helps me to deal with things by writing, sometimes about what's bothering me, and sometimes about random stuff. This is one of the cases where it ended up halfway in between.
pushed me towards that bright, white room. a perfect cube, the corners so sharp, and the walls all so startlingly straight, i couldn't tell where it started or where it would end. they pushed me towards it.
she hides behind her old fashioned glasses dark rims, broken lenses it was an accident the first time, he says but the second time, no defenses
stranger, stranger in my arms didnt you promise to do me no harm? you bruise and burn the skin laid bare hurting deeper everywhere
what happened to the girl we knew? dust to ashes and ashes to dust when the doors been shut and locked she only does as she knows she must
black and blue, pick and choose someone to hurt, i want you someone to hold, i need you someone to blame, no one but you
and hes a little different now or maybe hes always been this way hes commanding, sharp, harsh with words something somewhere led him astray
she trembles as he quietly approaches she cares for him and hides her tears but covers her heart, for she still fears she holds his hand like that very first day though both have changed more than they can say
he carefully kisses her as he coaxes those withered words from between her lips those hands caress her yielding hips she whimpers and he changes right there hurting her more than she can bear
the contrast is stark the room is dark theres a word for this, but it isnt love.
definitely a random silly love poem. VERY random silly love poem. but i rather enjoyed (writing) it alll the same because it was really a looonnngg string of spontaneous thoughts flooding in one after the other!
hope u do tooo, and thank you everyoonneee
The Hero's Shade traveled shroud in the shadows of a thickly wooded trail. Paws nimbly picking their way through fallen branches the wolf silently tread to the secluded home buried deep along the outskirts of Hyrule.
Within the last few hours Shade had found himself once again able to sense the Triforce of Courage.
From the moment the golden relic was split by an unbalanced touch the three pieces of the Triforce were destined to be continually regifted and reborn through generations. Courage had made its rounds time and time again, each time leading its wielder on an righteous but otherwise uneventful life. Wisdom was most often reborn within the royal family and earlier this year it had done so yet again, with a new princess, again named Zelda as was tradition... But what troubled the Sacred Beast is that in all his wanderings he had yet to see anyone bear the mark of Power...
As an ethereal being Shade made his way easily and silently into the dusty old rafters of the farmhouse, all the while overhearing the conversation below. "This mark on his hand." came the mother's voice as she laid beneath a heavy quilt, cradling the new soft pink bundle of life her arms. The father's voice replied as he took the youngling's tiny had atop his two fingers, admiring how the little palm wasn't any wider. "A sign of good luck." Shade scoffed, knowledge of the Triforce had been fading over the years, namely the further you got from Hyrule Castle. "Humpf, 'good luck'. They may not know of its significance but at least they regard it in some respect... Though I would not call it luck..." "What shall we name him?" she mused. The wolf laid down and set his head atop crossed paws as he listened to the happy first-time parents talk, the newborn baby fussing softly. "Another Thom perhaps, or Farlen... have not had a Jimn yet." the animal was growing bored, his eye closed wearily. "...How about... Link.?" The animal's head shot up, ears perked, his good eye wide in astonishment. "Yes, Link, I like the sound of that." she cooed at the baby. "So after generations of renewing Courage the name finally follows. Perhaps this will be the one." The wolf left as the couple settled their little one into a woven cradle and bed themselves down for the night. Shade retreated as silently and as easily as he came, slipping out across the fence and into the darkness of the mountainside. Trees blotted out the light of the moon above, his golden pelt emitting a soft ghostly glow down the shadowed path.
As the wolf sat upon the stone peak he gazed out over the land of Hyrule, oh how it has changed since the time his mortal self walked the earth. On nights like this Shade ached for the comfort of companionship, he has not held a real conversation for generations, not since the death of his dear old feathered friend Kaepora Gaebora, the last soul who could reach out to him. Sure, as a beast he could speak with animals besides the owl whom had once guided him across Hyrule... but the minds of true animals are simple and innocent and he had grown tired of their shallow banter decades ago.
The life... no... the existence this soul had been leading these past centuries has proven to be weary, lonely, draining... ...Memories of the joys of his mortal life, held dear alongside the memory of his family's love, remained as the only things keeping him from being driven mad.
On the day of his death The Hero's spirit became shrouded in a cursed form, his fate terribly long and lonely, his existence caught between worlds until acts of history repeat and a new hero is chosen by the goddesses. His soul would remain in this dismal state until he could pass on the essence of the Hero of Time to the hero of the new and distant future, assuring victory over the world's reawakened evil… Only then could his spirit be reunited with his loved ones and receive the eternal peace and happiness he so very much deserves alongside them…
As time unfolded blissfully for the dusty-blond boy named Link... time passed as slowly and as cruelly as ever for the fated soul now known as The Hero's Shade. The wolf routinely returned to check in on the Heir to Courage. Shade watched as the baby grew into a crawling tot, learned to walk, to talk. Watched him grow into a young lad who loved to bake, play with cuccos and roll in the grass. Link was a kind boy who loved animals, tending to them alongside his father, milking goats and gathering eggs. Most recently he had built a strong connection with a particular brown filly with a flaxen mane and tail. They had lost the mare during the difficult delivery of the foal and the youngster was helping to raise her in the mare's stead. For the first few weeks of the horse's life Link was ever present alongside the filly and its nanny goat. The boy had a tendency to wander off, at times getting lost, and curiosity paired alongside his courage more often than not got the best of him, leaving him to do foolish things like jump off the roof holding cuccos and poking bee hives with sticks. The little booger was a handful for his parents but they loved him nonetheless, often times indulging in his games and tales woven from a naive imagination.
The boy's life was blessed and uneventful... ...until one fateful night.
Shade tread silently through the ash, dark swirls kicked up by his silent paws. Blood soaked the earth where man and beast alike laid motionless on the ground. The wolf made his way through the burnt rubble of the once humble yet beautiful abode. The poor boy sat hidden within a huge oak bureau in what remained of the corner of the house, the Bulblins and Bokoblins long gone. He was unconscious, blood seeping from his ear after the blow to his head, breathing unsteady from the smoke, his appearance strewn with blood and soot. The wolf wished that the blow to the boy's head head had rendered his senses useless a few moments sooner so as to spare the child from witnessing his parent's fate... but then again he would have been unable to hide himself. "Fate can be so harsh to the holder of Courage." he looked upon the boy who shares his former name, gaze somber, recalling his own orphaned origin and life strewn with death and hardship. Shade's sharp ears picked up the distinct sound of small hooves, it was the filly, pacing back and forth warily at a distance, staring at the wolf, wishing to aid the boy but instincts telling her to flee, instincts which had already saved her life. "Help me." Shade addressed the young horse. The brown filly startled at his words stood still and confused. "Help me save him." he stated again. The filly approached warily. The wolf with its jaws tugged at the boy's sleeve, showing the horse just what to do, trying to be as patient as he could with the simple minded creature as it took forever to realize what was being asked of it. The filly tugged, the child tumbled out of the cabinet and onto the wolf's back. The golden beast took off, the horse following closely. He strode as fast as he dared to travel, fearing the boy toppling to the ground, wishing he could make greater haste.
The nearest settlement to reach was the humble village of Ordon, "That would do just fine." Eventually leaving the woods he crossed an expansive bridge which laid across an endless gorge. The gold beast skittered down paths and nimbly leapt fences, the tiny horse doing all she could to keep up, not wanting to remove herself from the side of the strange two-legged animal she considered family.
Under the cover of darkness Shade entered the village and beelined for one of the houses within his sight. "This one feels right." Leaving the unconscious child upon a doorstep the wolf looked down at him once more, his eye became transfixed on the familiar mark which had once graced the back of his own hand. Breaking his gaze and his thoughts away from the young Hylian, the gold animal took a few steps back and leapt at the door throwing his full weight against it with a heavy, startling thud, he then swiftly took to the roof. moments later a light came on in the house, the door warily crept opened. "Good heavens!" said the human man, door swinging wide, his voice full of shock and concern, checking around warily wondering where on earth this poor bloodied child had come from, but all that could be found was the fidgeting filly. "Did you bring him here? Oh never mind. Uli! Honey come quick!" he carefully scooped up Link, holding the listless boy dearly to his chest the man carried him inside.
Content that the child would be cared for the wolf set off once again, this time to find a place nearby out of sight, a place from which he could watch over the Heir of Courage from afar... He decided to observe this new Link more closely. Considering the tragedy that had befallen the boy Shade was now ever more sure that fate had finally brought him Hyrule's next hero... that perhaps by the end of this boy's lifetime his own debt to the Goddesses will have been fulfilled... that his lonely existence in this realm would soon end...
He dared not entertain the thought, not just yet.
But then again...
"Fate tends to be harsh to its chosen hero."
The scar-covered wolf disappeared from the village of Ordon to find a place amongst the cliffs, its unblinded eye glowing red in the darkness.
Hyrule Historia confirmed what I had long hence suspected, the The Hero's Shade and The Hero of Time are one in the same... and Nintendo, I thank you for creating something I find beautifully tragic.
In case you did not catch who found Link on their doorstep it was Rusl, Uli is his wife. As the Zelda wiki states " Rusl seems to consider Link to be an older son or younger brother" so having him be the one to find him fist was a natural choice, this would lead to a bond between them. I imagine that Link would have distanced himself a little from people at first considering what he had witnessed, leaving him not wanting to settle into a home but rather wander the village like a stray cat. And like a kindly treated stray I imagine raising him would have been a sort of group effort, with Rusl playing the biggest role with Link's upbringing in the Village.
Link is the only person in Ordon to have pointed ears, a Hylian rather and a Human, this leads me to whole heartily believe he is an outsider. His home on the outskirts of the village only confirms this for me (which btw I like to imagine Link chose the location and built the home within the tree himself) We never get any hint at his past, but if the Hero of Time is any key I would say he is an orphan taken in by the the villagers.
In the game Epona seems to fully belong to Link, an odd choice since he lives outside the village and in some ways is a bit of an outsider, a horse seems to be a rare commodity, so why let him have it? Well if Link arrived with Epona and under such dire circumstances, then the villagers, who all seem like decent folks, would certainly decide he would rightfully keep her.
PS: I had regarded Shade as OoT Link long before I knew others had come to the same conclusion (and was actually a little bummed to learn my theory was not so original, lol) The idea is just so beautifully tragic to me... I just love The Hero's Shade.