grey clouds of death
my final breath
has come to rest
summer,spring, winter and fall
seasons of sin has destroyed us all
flowers resume, yet humans are consumed
we are suppose to be here, stricken with fear
but life has struck among us
all that is left is lust
the lust to live, survive and become a memory.
PotentialMore Like This
It becomes fear when you know that your never coming back
it becomes fear when you have to use everything you lack
it becomes fear when you have no encouragement
it becomes fear when you see everything you resent.<i>
Secret Santa Suprise for Chibi-kisameTitle: Hot Chocolate Kisses and Marshmallow WishesMore Like This
Fandom: Um Naruto I guess.
Genre: romance, humor, drama, general.
Warnings: None really it's pure fluffy love!
Summary: When a snow storm blows up and traps in Itachi and Roraku what can they do to kill the time?
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters. Roraku belongs to the awesome, epic, adorable :iconChibi-Kisame: and Itachi belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!!!
Emerald eyes were dull as they took in the sight from a frosty window. The world was a white, swirling oblivion. Nothing past the heaps of snow that were just under the window were visible to their search. Letting out a groan, the girl made her way away from the depressive sight and back to the couch. Her lover glanced up at her from where he sat curled up in a corner of it with his book.
"Getting worse?" He asked, flicking his onyx gaze to the panes.
The Time GuardiansMore Like This
...as I rounded the bend I stopped suddenly in shock. There, slap bang in the middle of the road, were two doors, virtually identical in style and size except that one was black and one green. They glowed brightly with a strange iridescent light that spilt out across the tarmac like blood gushing from a wound. It both disturbed and fascinated me.
Stunned, I dared to take a step closer and no sooner had I done so, two women dressed in black peered out from behind each door, as if my movement had triggered them into action. I gasped, half in surprise, half in horror, when I realised that they both looked exactly like me.
"Who are you?" I heard myself whispering hoarsely.
The me from the black door smiled, although it seemed mocking somehow. "We are the Time Guardians," she revealed in all seriousness and it was unsettling to realise that even her voice sounded like mine. And I represent your past.
The me from the green door merely nodded, seeming more guarded. "And I represen
Picked On..More Like This
When you make fun of me
My feeling you can not see
Tears running down my heart
ripping me all apart
Not on the outside but in
something time can't even mend
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 6More Like This
I was brought to silence at his words as sudden realization overtook me. I closed my eyes as his words sunk deep into the crevices of my mind, their true intention winding through me, unforgiving.
He meant to use me. For what purpose, I knew not. I was left with nothing- no understanding- and yet, it was clear to me that he meant to use me with the knowledge that I might not return with the breath of life still frequent upon my lips. But I was allowed a choice, was I not? I was allowed some will in my own actions, some rabbit hole in which to escape. My purpose lay upon my ability to trust him with my life- my ability to unhand my own soul and place it within his grasp. Had I the heart to do so?
Most certainly not.
No celestial power, no power of will might provide me the strength required to trust the God of Chaos with my own life.
"Ah. You do not trust the one who saved you." A voice interjected. "I had not thought any different."
I lifted my gaze to meet his, the fire of unanswered
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 5More Like This
Light met closed eyes as voices permeated my ears. I did not wish to open them, for I knew whose face my eyes would meet upon their opening, and I did not wish to find the match to the drunken breath that burned my nostrils.
A sharp prod to the ribs forced a stifled cry from my lips as I allowed my eyes to open and fell back, cringing in protection of the next blow. My brother had awoken from his drunken stupor and found me unconscious in the valley where the God had left me, his words still echoing within my throbbing head. Before the blow could follow through, I felt sharp fingers lift me by the worn cloth of my dress, the stench of mead heavy on the breath that burnt my throat. I opened my eyes as my brother inspected my neck, kneading painfully at the swollen skin that lay there. I winced as he pulled his hand away, his tired eyes reaching mine as he stumbled drunkenly over his speech. He struggled a moment longer before giving up entirely, shrugging his sagging shoulders and dropp
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 4More Like This
I returned my gaze to his as he spoke, his words lighting memories in my mind. A soft voice, gentle and clear; it had been my guide through death's clutches and returned my soul into the realm of life. Pale green, soft and misty. A comfort to my troubled mind and a veil from the cold.
"She paid in blood for that which she fought for. Her life was taken swiftly and painfully- an image of purity." His voice fell to a whisper, soft and flowing like the ocean tides.
"The fool of a child- the son of kings, begged for her life." He smirked, drawing his furs over his shoulder for warmth. "And it was given."
I drew a sharp breath at his words. I could not be the one of whom he spoke. The phantoms that haunted my sleep were the children of an unforgiving past, not the prayer for a once lost savior.
"You do not believe me. You are as much a fool in mind as you are in heart."
A torrent of anger bled through me, my lips pulling up into a hateful smile as I spoke. I prayed my words might kill.
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 3More Like This
The cry of war echoed across the night sky, the chill of darkness filled my mind with terror. I walked among the dead, the frozen ground beneath me biting at my feet. Souls, frozen in ice- frozen in memory stood among the emptiness like statues, dead and alive all at once. I tore my eyes from the phantoms, staring into the heavens just as I would for years to come.
A starless sky.
No light, no warmth broke through the cold to rescue me. I whimpered stifled calls, whispering the names of memories that could not return. I was alone in this world, this small void of living death.
Churning colors, light and dark. Then nothing.
Such a pain that I had not felt before burned itself into my skull as ice broke skin. There was a cry- a scream in the darkened night. Cold and pain wracked through my frozen body, images of death and chaos alive in my waking eyes. My body froze and my throat burned.
A voice; soft and gentle as a child's might be, warm and soothing. Velvet. There was a presence in th
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 2More Like This
"What is it that you want from me?" I gasped, running to keep up with the tall god. "Speak it and it shall be done."
The slender man stopped, turning to me quite suddenly. His eyes were no longer kind, but fierce and dark. I found myself unable to close the distance between us, fear creating the illusion that I could not create a further void to save myself from the wrath of such a god.
He stared into me for a long moment; his clouded eyes pierced daggers sharp as those which had broken my own skin. One does not forget such a feeling once it has been entwined within the very depths of a memory. I wanted to look away, to break his stare but his gaze would not allow me freedom from its captivity. He began to stride slowly, nearing me with the grace that could only belong to that of a deity.
"You say that you do not remember?" He breathed; his tone one of strong disbelief rather than that of questioning. He stood before me now, tall and pale. The image of beauty so bewitching
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 1More Like This
The sky was a sight for sore eyes; a memory among those I've captured in times I will never forget. The pale morning light enchanted the ground I walked, the green of the newly growing grass encompassing the mounds of dirt that lay there. I closed my eyes, turning from the ground and refocusing my gaze to the morning sky. The sun as it rose poured hues of orange and yellow into the darkened atmosphere. It created an illusion to me- a fantasy world in which I was not alone. A world where darkness and ice had not overtaken that which was beautiful and new; where the green beneath my feet did not cover the scarlet blood of my ancestors- a world in which the mounding earth did not shroud my family from the breath of life.
I approached the grave that should have been my own, falling to my knees before it just as I had every morning since I was a small child. I used to weep for them, but my tears had done nothing for them. I gazed into the dirt before me until I couldn't bear to look any lon
My Psychological Synopsis On Loki(A big thank you to baronessofblades for encouraging me to write this.)More Like This
Now, I have read a number of Hiddleston's interviews and a few articles on the analysis of Loki. And here are four of them that I could mostly agree with:
Tom Hiddleston Takes Us Inside The Complicated Mind of Loki
Tom Hiddleston Explains The Psychology Of Loki
Tom Hiddleston Talks The Madness of Loki, His Hope For Redemption In Thor 2
Eternity"What are you doing?" I asked.More Like This
"Waiting," she replied simply, her eyes closed.
"Waiting for what?"
She smiled. "For him. He loves me and he's coming to see me."
"Oh... must be nice." I said, my shoulders sagging.
"But I know you're waiting too," she said, opening her eyes and blinking her blue oceans at me. "You're also waiting for him."
"No, I'm not," I denied. "I have no one to wait for. I... have no one who loves me. I'm not nearly as lucky as you."
She closed her eyes again. "You may not be waiting for him, but he is waiting for you. You just don't look hard enough to see it."
"I look hard. I look harder than anyone else, especially her. Sometimes I think what I see is crystal-clear, and other times..."
"Other times he's like a black lake, too dark to see through?"
"And I feel like I don't know him at all." I whispered sadly.
Her eyes opened, her oceans crashing down on me and drowning me in truth. "Yet you hold on to something inside, something that, when you think of him,
Little somethingTo me - art is a language.More Like This
Art is a way to express our thoughts and feelings.
To me - art is freedom.
Art is not something pretty or something smart, it can be but it can be not. Art isn't something that has to teach people. It can, but it doesn't have to. Sometimes I think that the best thing that art can do is to make somebody smile.
To me - art is power
Because it can also change the world.
To me - art is a mystery.
Sometimes art is like revelation. Sometimes it's a result of a really hard work. Sometimes art is an escape, sometimes it's an invitation.
I don't know what art is.
To me - art is motion.
Art is a constant process of learning.
Sometimes art brings pain and we feel worthless, but it also gives us confidence and passion to stand on our feet and follow our dream.
All I know is that art has no limits, no borders... and as my good friend said: "to me art is life".