LovesickLovesickLovesick in Free Verse More Like This
so hesitant to this new feeling
and i can't see straight anymore
it's happening, it's happening
but i try to hide away and ignore
your adoration awakens a fear
a new anxiety hidden within me
stuck between shyness and love
while with myself i still disagree
it's not confusion i feel today
so please don't get me wrong
i'm just used to the loneliness
because i've felt it for so long
but i can see that you're lovesick
with your sedative "i love you"s
you say you've never been happier
and i know i can't refuse
one minute and you miss me
and i battle within my heart
because this new feeling hurts
but the sting won't let me depart
and as i think of you again
i gradually accept this feeling
because after a winter of agony
i know i'm finally healing
though i don't understand
why this sadness still lingers
i can feel blissful happiness
at the tips of my fingers
you can't deny that you're lovesick
and i can see it plainly in your eyes
as your words melt softl
My PoisonHe is my poison, and it'll always be that way. He reminds me of a soft stuffed animal. Like the fur is made of that plushy material and feathers. So soft, yet so quiet. Like a trap, waiting for it's victim to find it appealing, but with no face, so it doesn't know what it's been placed there for or how it got there in the first place. Perfectly in my path, irresistible and seemingly flawless. Fate. Just sitting there on the floor, but filled with cough syrup. The purple kind of cough syrup that smells of fake grape flavoring and makes you feel sick just tasting it. That and the scent of smoke. Imagine a campfire kind of smoke, not the cigarette kind. The thing is that I don't want to get too close to it, because the feeling of the soft fur of the stuffed animal will draw me in and I know it. But of course I do it anyway, just because I'm curious and it looks odd to me that the thing is all alone on the floor. I'll walk up to it, it's faceless expression looking through me, reading my tMy Poison in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I Don't Care - PoemTitle: I Don't CareI Don't Care - Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Author: J. Befera
Plot: I just feel really shitty about everything that happened last week. Enjoy the result of my pain.
# of stanzas: 15
i don't care happens tomorrow
i just wanna get through tonight
i'm sitting here kidding myself
saying everything is alright
it doesn't matter what they think
as long as i have my reasons
everything seems to be changing
like the slowly passing seasons
i can act like i'm not affected
and that this isn't a big deal
but they can't see my pain
and i can't help but feel
i've been feeling almost drowsy
and i hate how you seem
to be fading away so softly
and how life is more like dream
was there really ever 'love'
or have i deceived myself again?
will we ever find each other?
i'll be waiting until then
i know it'll be painful, it has been
but i think i'm ready to take
a little more precious time
and wait for real love to awake
what you said to me, can i believe it?
If I Could Think of a MetaphorTitle: If I Could Think of a MetaphorIf I Could Think of a Metaphor in Free Verse More Like This
Author: J. Befera
Plot: Missing -still won't reveal name- [xDD] over mid-winter break. v,,v Urg.. so many metaphors. O.o Probably the first of many poems to be written over mid-winter break. D:
# of stanzas: 11
if i could think of a metaphor
to describe what you are to me
it would be quite difficult
for there's so much you can be
you are the pillow i hug at night
when there's nothing else to hold
you are when i'm in the shower
and the water starts to get cold
you are the sunlight through my window
when the morning hours begin to fade
you are the beautiful warmer seasons
that i wish would have stayed
you are the calm falling rain
when the air has grown so alone
you are frost on the glass door
before i step out into the unknown
you are the best summer day i remember
the only one that made me cold
you are the words i wrote in the sand
the saddest story i've ever told
you are the litt
Summer's Door - PoemTitle: Summer's DoorSummer's Door - Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Author: J. Befera
Plot: I was thinking about how nice other seasons are, and I wrote this here thing. Enjoy. xD
# of stanzas: 5
the cold that has seemed never ending
has shown me the path to springtime
letting some sun shine through the haze
and lining my clouded mind into rhyme
though this long winter has shut me in
it has opened a new light of possibility
on the horizon the moonlight falls away
and soon the air looses it's familiar hostility
as i wander about in this dreary season
i can smell sweet summer memories on the air
a warm wind fades through the afternoon
beautiful, though the ground is still so bare
new heat seems to build around this winter
luring me through the softly passing days
it lights the dark corridor of my senses
leading me through life's changing maze
spring seems right around that far corner
all i need is to walk just a little more
and overcome past winters that failed me
Hang Up and GlideHang Up and GlideHang Up and Glide in Free Verse More Like This
Hang up and glide.
Jump in: confide.
There's a sign up ahead worth seeing.
Fall down and burn.
Get out: learn.
There's a lie in my head worth leaving.
Steal back and give.
Don't love: live.
There's more life up ahead just waiting.
Set free and devour.
Open up: flower.
There's more to this than just hating.
Step back and observe.
Bend away: curve.
There's a tall tower who's about to fall.
End now and begin.
Find strength: within.
There's a rat answering misery's call.
Hang up and glide.
Stay now: inside.
I'll believe it when you say we'll return.
Never AloneNever AloneNever Alone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i'm not alone; never alone
the tears hide under stones
it's time to find myself again
leaves heal my broken bones
done counting forward
it's time to count down
tape up the wounds now
dust off my rusted crown
time, you've held me steady
but your hands must untie
because this time, my old friend,
i'd much rather live than die
digging out of hell, i scream
scaring away those feelings
here's to killing confining walls
and lifting blood-stained ceilings
anthems ring from treetops
and the windows reopen to see
how the clouds reveal their silver
how this door has opened for me
this is sweet compromise
forgiveness will break my chains
and i'll banish these memories
only to burn away my pains
the bridges are rebuilding
while i've got more to cross
i'll find them when i get there
all overgrown with moss
days will keep their pace
and i'll leave oceans behind
i'll embrace what i can grasp
existing without trying to rewind
i'm not alone; never alone
In OblivionIn OblivionIn Oblivion in Free Verse More Like This
so just cover me completely
in heavy layers of oblivion.
close the coffin then, darling.
go ahead, send me on my way.
steal my soul from my flesh;
separate me from my mind.
extract these hurtful memories
of adoring eyes and safe arms.
stop the pulse that binds me here,
and bring this story to a close.
turn the key and lay my shackles
on rusting floors to erode.
force me to forget what pains me.
paint yourself into the clouds.
i want to change; it needs to end:
this constant pressure on my heart.
unravel every knot we tied
while you're burning all our ropes.
reduce soft happiness to ashes
with infinite hate, never yielding.
you hurt me so effortlessly,
even when you're out of sight,
but i won't cry anymore, love.
never again. not over you.
so step away to let me raise
the mast of my new beginning.
i'll lie alone on warm beaches;
the ones that you can't touch.
embrace what you've given us:
freedom in such sweet solitude.
forget me like you
Re: PlyRe: PlyRe: Ply in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pushing this change to cycle the earth.
I don't need your beauty or your love.
I'll shield myself from the skies above.
To bury my disease under the rain.
Rooftops glisten in sparkling heaves:
A downpour that whispers the leaves.
After the drought I've had to survive.
Basking in thunder's angry heartbeat,
I take the pain in my fist, and delete.
As the storm ends, the cycle departs.
High above the wind's call, so shrill;
Never again will I bend to its will.
My heart retires now; it's just fine.
I'll stand my ground when you return.
Lightning left this fire behind to burn.
Ignorance.Ignorance.Ignorance. in Free Verse More Like This
Take what's left of me, darling,
And tear it up in your smile.
I'm invisible in your eyes now.
I am nothing. There is no point.
I fear how far you'll bury me
In the dust of what was happiness.
It's an unreachable destination.
Your shores are too far away.
My demolition continues steadily.
I feel my city walls begin to fall.
The void creeps in again,
And I can't seem to turn it away.
I hit the walls instead of my head.
I throw pillows as I keep screaming.
The tears escaped again
From their jail cells made of soap.
I'm so sick of the passing days.
It's too fast. Time won't slow down.
I'm still stuck with half of myself,
And this half hates me even more.
Dying of heartache's disease.
And the sun won't brighten anything.
The scars remain like little gnats.
I kill one and more surround me.
InvisibleI am a superhero.Invisible in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have a special power that separates me from everyone else.
I am invisible.
Sometimes when I want to be, sometimes when I don't.
I use my powers to my advantage.
I study the inside, from the outside.
I take in everything they are my testing subjects.
I study their ways.
I want to see their reactions to people like me.
People who have invisibility powers.
What will they say?
What will they do?
What will the invisible one do?
A shy invisible steps forward and enters the inside.
He looks nervous.
He has a thick outer shell.
I vaguely know him.
He likes to read.
He likes to think.
He likes to express himself through dark wooden sticks onto blank sheets.
He likes the mysteries in the night.
He is different.
He is invisible.
He is just like me.
I think I like him
But those on the inside do not.
They do not see past his outer shell.
They choose to crawl through the barley visible cracks.
They choose to seep into him and crush what they do not want to s
Pirate's Life for Us Chapter35The tune had just started, but it all felt so timeless.Pirate's Life for Us Chapter35 in Settings More Like This
"Aye, Ms. Jo be tellin' the truth," Barbossa grinned at me as I shyly twirled under his right arm and slid back into position. I was pretty sure my face was on fire, and I only hoped it didn't show as much as I thought it did. "This little lass be quite elegant on 'er feet " he winked in Jack's direction.
Okay, now I was DEFINETLY sure my face was on fire.
"Did I tell yeh, or did I tell yeh?" Jo giggled as she continued on her Cittern, twirling a few times herself.
"I believe yeh told us," Jack replied, smiling all the more as he swished the rum in his bottle.
Meanwhile, amongst our chatting (and my consistent blushing), Phillip had persuaded Syrena to dance next to us on the deck. I could see she became better with every stride she took. It was only then I noticed Barbossa and Phillip were doing the same dance, and both Syrena and I suddenly twirled outward until we came face to face. She smiled at
Pirate's Life for Us Chapter12I bit a nail and breathed slowly as I read my name on top of the letter. Preparing to read its contents, I held my breath out of pure anxiety.Pirate's Life for Us Chapter12 in Settings More Like This
"I suppose ye be quite suspicious as to why I be writing," The letter read, "Yet I'm afraid-"
Suddenly I heard Jack cough behind me as he sat up, fully awake. My eyes widened and I panicked as I scrambled to place the letter back. Luckily the desks papers were shuffled everywhere to begin with. I dashed over to where Jack coughed even harder. I knelt down and propped up his pillow. He hacked even harder. I swept up the small jar of water, almost dropping it from panic. I held his head and pressed the jar to his lips.
He drank half the jar before I stopped him. I knew he couldn't drink too much at one time, thanks to Jo for teaching me her medical skills. Jack was not too happy about this, but at least he had stopped coughing. I sighed in relief as I watched him sit up and get into a comfortable position. This meant he had energy from his sleep.
Pirate's Life for Us Chapter 8Oh no * my head whispered. I had lost consciousness. Who KNOWS what could have happened while I was out. I peeked one eye open to survey my surroundings. It was dark. I figured it must have been late at night. *Where are we? * I wondered. Sitting up, I found my hands and feet to be bound by tight vine like ropes. As my vision cleared, I noticed the fire behind me glowing in the pitch black. Jack was next to me, awake as well.Pirate's Life for Us Chapter 8 in Settings More Like This
"Oh!" he said, obviously he had been awake for quite a while from the look of his eager eyes, " Ye be awake! Do you have any idea where we may be? I hear chanting from over there, yet no one had approached " he concluded. I looked in the direction he was attempting to point at. I squinted through the darkness and saw faint shadows in the distance. Some sort of ritual perhaps?
Apparently I had been leaning to far to see, for I fell on top of a rock. "OY!" I yelped. The rock began to move yet that be no rock
"JO?!" I whispered in pure shoc
Pirate's Life for Us Chapter 2 FLASHBACKPirate's Life for Us Chapter 2 in Settings More Like This
"I said, WHERE IS MY SWORD????" I yelled. The drunk man was deadly afraid of my strong grasp on his coat. He had taken my sword a week ago, and I had been looking for him ever since. When he had admitted to selling it, I almost immediately became belligerent, tightening my grip and yelling at him "WHERE IS MY SWORD?!?!?!?!"
Shaking, the man replied," O-o-over there....down that street, the first stand to the left..." . I dropped him mercelicly and stomped off looking for Jack. I had somehow lost him among the neverending revelry on Tortoga's beach. I was consistantly bumping into drunk men, who didn't seem to take notice of me anyway. As usual, I found him down on the docks with his compass, searching for his true fervent he holds to the death. Yes, I am also obsessed with treasure, I'll admit to it, but I've always had a deeper passion I've kept to myself...I approached him.
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
Tin ManAmongst the raindrops, pattering upon my silvered skin.Tin Man in Free Verse More Like This
I wait in silence, though you never speak.
Once you would have chided me,
Screaming that it was cold!
Demanding with slaps and shrieks that I shelter you;
Always until the rain had stopped.
It makes me wonder if I have failed a command,
Or perhaps if you've finally cast me aside...
I made so many mistakes,
I was always doing wrong.
It wouldn't surprise me if you had me replaced!
Yet logic alone denies the thought,
For you are still here - simply silent.
You've been lying there for days, my dearest master,
It is beginning to make me swell with fear...
I've called your name so many times,
But perhaps the maggots have eaten your ears...
They drop from your nostrils and crawl from your mouth,
I squash them, quickly, if they ever approach...
I have thought about removing them and cleaning them away,
But I'm afraid that I would damage you, if ever I tried...
You are so fragile my master, like a thin sheet of
In Case You're BoredIn Case You're Bored:In Case You're Bored in Free Verse More Like This
For those who are bored with seeing teenage relationships on the FP. Here is a bonus, Disturbed-style, Chen piece to entertain you all.
What Lives Inside of Me:
Locked away inside
Dreaming of evil rising up in me
Let me play with your-
I will break through the walls of sanity
Leave me pure inside
Take away all of my humanity
Will I kneel before-
The corpses stained by the need for your sanctity?
Will you be mine? Or will I break you again-
The beast is swelling up inside of me
A temptuous lie, from the moment that you denied
The demon that you knew you grew to be
The swirling mist of a blood red fog...
Descending down upon this untamed dog...
Just wash away, the sins of man...
Blood red stains as I, held her rotting hand!
Awaken me! but leave me broken inside-
Colder sins that never left from me
The demon inside, is something I can't control
Kill him now before he drags y
RDJude - Into Your Arms chp.1RDJude - Into Your Arms chp.1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed cold. Not unusually but Robert actually felt colder, as he was leaning against the back rest of his couch. It had been almost a month since his life changed completely. It had been a nightmare, doubting love, not sure what to want or what to need. He actually had doubted his love to Susan. He could not deny that. No, in fact he had done it. The love of his life as he thought. There was just something wrong, he had known it.
He had felt it right after the premiere of Sherlock Holmes. He did not belong to her.
There was something about that man. Jude Law. He was so beautiful, and his eyes... Those eyes are gonna kill me one day. Those bright eyes staring right into your soul without any hesitation.
On the set they had been like brothers. Jude as his younger, though taller brother as they had laughed together, pissing off Guy in attempt to make him smile just a bit.
Yes, there was really something about that man that made Robert feel... warm. J
RDJude - Into Your Arms chp.2RDJude - Into Your Arms chp.2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jude was outside Robert's house that evening. He had been lucky to only run into a couple of paparazzi what he knew of. They were always hiding here and there.
He did not want to make a scene this time. He really wanted to see how his friend was doing, knew what drugs and alcohol could do to the human body. He had heard of Robert's past before but then he did not know him as well. Filming together had been wonderful. And he did not think he had been laughing as much as he had been doing to the premiere. Robert was such an entertainer.
He walked to the front door, not sure what to say when he faced Robert. He did not hope that he would just smack the door right back in his face or something like that. He hoped to look into those beautiful, dark eyes and find out what was going on. It could not be good.
Oh, forget it; I'm sure he's fine! He really tried to keep his mood up. Then he knocked at the door twice.
He waited for a long half minute. Sure he's on hi
RDJude - Into Your Arms chp.3RDJude - Into Your Arms chp.3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was an awkward moment of silence.
Jude did not know if he dared asking but could not resist: "Why did you leave her?"
Robert sat up slowly, wincing against the pain, placed his elbows on his knees. "I can't tell you. I just can't." Don't you get it, man? I can't just tell you that I'm... in love with you.
Jude got up and went to the couch, sat down beside his friend.
It was then he noticed the red scars on Robert's wrist. Now he was horrified. Did he just cut himself?
Without any hesitation he grabbed Robert's arm. "What is this?"
Robert suddenly looked chocked and pulled his arm back. "Don't."
"Did you do that?" Jude asked calmly and eyed him with a suspicious look.
Robert felt his tears welling up. Now he was screwed. He did not want Jude to see him cry. That would just be too low.
Anyway he could not hold back, felt his face twist. He half-covered his face with his hand and started sobbing, feeling his tears running down his cheeks.
This made Jude startled. He di
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v1 in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pÓr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
DeviantART's Ten CommandmentsDeviantART's Ten Commandments in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Ten Commandments of DeviantART
1. Thou shalt not put thyself before the art, or any idols of selfishness.
2. Thou shalt not take the name of deviantART in vain, nor claim it as thy own, or face penalty of banishment.
3. Thou shalt keep holy the forums and shoutbox, and only speak of adequate material in appropriate forum.
4. Thou shalt honor thy administrators and staff members, for they are the keepers of the peace and of the maintenance.
5. Thou shalt not kill a horse, only to continue to pummel its carcass on the wall of text that is the Forum.
6. Thou shalt not commit adultery of the Favourites system, such abuse is not tolerated and will result in the ceremonial urine-saturated March of the
DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
Bedtime StoryNo doubt about it, there was a monster in Nancy’s closet. She couldn’t go to Mommy or Daddy, because, well, she didn’t have one. They had driven themselves off a cliff one Sunday afternoon when coming home from church. Only Nancy had survived. But she didn’t think her parents had wanted her to.Bedtime Story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If she told the nuns, they would just tell her she had an overactive imagination and hit her. She didn’t want to tell them, anyway. In fact she had asked Mr. Monster to come here, using the drawings on the floor she often dreamed about.
They stared at each other for minutes, but an eternity passed between her tiny eyed and its timeless orbs. And finally, she understood. She had come into this world by accident.
So she left her fragile form to join Mr. Monster.
Jesus loves gays - jeeoI wasn't in love with the girl who's doorstep I currently stood upon. I wasn't even close with her anymore. In fact, I was pretty sure she hated me and would continue to hate me for the rest of her life. I stood there anyways, and rang the doorbell.Jesus loves gays - jeeo in General More Like This
The mother answered. I asked for her daughter.
She came down the stairs after peeking down from her bedroom doorway. The only thoughts that graced her mind were probably those regarding the necessity of my presence at her house.
"Hi, I've just got to tell you some exciting news-- but first can you come outside? I don't like having to look up at you. I want to be on eye level with you." I spoke rather sporadicly.
"What do you want?" She demanded. I knew I had one chance to speak clearly and be very convincing. I forced myself to look into her eyes and began my speech.
"I'll tell you about my discovery, but please, just stand on the porch." I backed away and gave her room to leave the doorway. She complied and asked in a simple tone full of n
So Much to Learn - PrologueShe crashed into me. No, seriously. I saw her round the corner by the science wing, right by Mr. Newarks room. She was in a dead-on sprint, but she didnt seem to be going anywhere. Time had stopped. It was like the slow motion you see in those action movies, except everyone was talking in normal speed. She hiked her shoulder bag up further on her arm as it started slipping. Im not sure if I was breathing, to be totally honest.So Much to Learn - Prologue in General Fiction More Like This
I felt a nudge on my shoulder as Kelsey tried to regain my attention. Blushing slightly, I realized I had completely missed a question she had asked.
So are you going to the dance next weekend, or not? she repeated.
I brought in what I figured to be my first breath that minute, and just as I was about to answer, it happened. Kelsey was leaning against her locker, but it was just enough out of the way so she didnt get hit. The impact was on my shoulder, pushing me back. I fell backward, connecting with the ground.
She fell on to
Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLokiDecisions, decisions...Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLoki in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sequel to Surprise, Surprise
Loki sat in his room, lying down but not sleeping. Thinking of his brother, thinking of Tony...
" I can't believe what's happened.." It was cold in his room, and dark, but he liked it that way, it matched how he felt.. Now that he was back on Earth, without trying to attack it and not locked up in Tony's tower, he found it was much like Asgard, surrounded by people but still utterly alone...
When he had been young whenever he'd had a nightmare, he'd never gone to his parents room. Instead, when he had been afraid, he fled to Thor's room.
To Thor's always awaiting arms... " Why must the world clutter, why must love wither? If only things could ...- beautiful things, could last forever..."
Outside his door, he heard footsteps, and a sliver of light widened through the room. Loki sat up in his bed.
" Brother? Do you still sleep?"
" Come in..." he choked out, finally glad to have some company.