Describing Dear DanielaA cold, blank stare. A perfect expressionless face upon porcelain skin. Thick hair falls down sharp shoulders in one large curl, a hue of the richest purple. She wears modest clothes, long sleeves and lengthy skirt both of royal velvet shades. Cuffs a simple cream add a touch of sophistication. The mark of alchemy adorns her shoulders. Her hands feel like the softest silk made sticky from thick rich blood, dripping from her finger tips. She feels nothing, tastes nothing, smells nothing. Her senses are gone, there were none to begin with.
This woman is not complete. Born of alchemy, devoid of life. Homunculi are created from a mix of rare and special minerals, cultivated into human flesh and bone. Without Azoth, homunculi will never be more than that, flesh, bone and blood, paired with simple motor function.
If she catches her reflection, a sharp cry will tear itself from her throat. A deep self loathing for having no life, no will, no freedom. Her reflection reminds her she is not real
bella and jessyJessy! Jessy help me please Jes, please!! Bella woke screaming. She put her hands up to her face and tried to wipe the sweet off of her face. Why? Why do I keep calling of him? Hes not coming back, and even if he does Im not going to go back to him. Oh hell, how Im I kidding? I would throw myself in his arms and never let go if I had the chance, Bella thought. She slowly got up and opened the window. She looked out at the night sky; and tried to remember what she had just been dreaming of. She sat there for about an hour trying to figure out what it had meant. Finally she decided that no matter how long she sat there she wasnt going to get it. Bella looked at the clock. Cool. Jimmys off and I think that it would be nice to talk to him, she thought.More Like This
Hello? a voice said on the other line. It was a male voice that Bella didnt know, but she needed to talk to her cousin so she took a breath before answering.
Hi. Um, is
LoveThere is that one person who fills your mind at night, who is there, the last thing that fades from the edges of your consciousness as you drift off into peaceful slumber. When you wake up, that persons face rises to the surface of your thoughts like the golden sun rises outside your window. You lay there piled high with cozy blankets, your eyes closed but your mind awake, and that someones name, drifting through your mind, is a cue for an unseen puppet-master, who, with invisible threads, pulls the corners of your mouth into the most content of smiles. And that smile stays there, making you ever-warmer, far longer than any other waking thought would cause it to stay. And that, perhaps, (if Im not very much mistaken) is love.More Like This
Like an Unfinished Love PoemShe calls him a poet but in truth he's just a dreamer with too many words in his head. He doesn't believe that he's fallen in love so he pretends to be a lovestruck stranger and writes how it might feel.More Like This
When I touch her lips with mine,
I'm not smiling,
I'm just living.When she said goodbye her heart pounded weakly against her heavy chest. With every pulse of blood through her veins she felt tension in her wrists; she was holding back, holding back. Her breastbone still feels like the wall of a jail cell her heartbeat thumping wildly like a prisoner begging to be freed. She wants to rip off her jacket because she's burning up inside.
She was full of empty goodbyes and dreams that didn't last long enough.
I've never been in love.
Don't you think I would know
how it feels?
My body's a wreck,
my eyes are stained with tears
my heart is hot underneath my skin.
I wonderNow that she's gone he's finally started to fall apart. It feels l
pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think Im just a mess of badly drawn lines. Im just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.More Like This
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I cant see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
why do you love me?
you make me happy.
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back with my fingertips? was it the filth on my knees or the way I named every bowing flower in my garden? maybe it was the way I sewed the stars to the navy sky and told him in a little, little voice-that I loved him.
either way he made my heart skip beats and bumps and bangs and he made me feel beautiful, a little
I Want To Love YouI want to fall in love with you, I want to so badly. I want to be there for you in every way imaginable. I want to hold your hand and stand by your side through the trials and tribulations that are thrown in your way. I want to be there to help you celebrate your victories. I want to be there for you from beginning to end. I want to be the person you trust the most and confide in, I'd give anything to carry that responsibility. I don't want to betray you; I want the capability to be utterly honest and trustworthy to you.More Like This
I want to be the shoulder you go to when you need one for support. I want to be the small and frail set of arms you long for when you need a hug. I want to be the person you seek out when you need to be showered with affection. I want to be there waiting for you while you're gone. I want to be the one longing to come back to you when I'm gone. I want to give you everything I have, my heart, my body, my soul, my love and devotion. I want you to look past the fact that I
LoveImagine a couple with the names Taylor and Sam.More Like This
Taylor and Sam lived together in a small apartment in a small city. Sam taught English at a local high school and Taylor worked at a coffee shop full time. The couple had met while Sam was getting a master's degree from the local university and would go to the coffee shop to work. They were in love.
One day, Taylor came down with the flu and couldn't go into work. The youngish barista sat and watched TV but soon fell asleep with the sickness. Taylor had a fever. Sam came home and brought Taylor Chinese food, including wanton soup, which Sam's mother had always said was endowed with magical healing powers. They cuddled up on the couch and ate the soup and watched Taylor's favorite movie, even though Sam thought it was soppy and silly. They were in love.
Another day, Taylor came home from work to find that their cat, Missy, had gotten out. Taylor put up posters and asked around and called Sam to break the bad news. That night, Sam cried and
because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.More Like This
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.
maybe you're fireworks that sparkle and light up the july sky - but unlike fireworks, you'll keep glowing into forever.
or maybe youre just you, and thats more than enough.
i know there's magic in the world.
i'd give you a rainbow if it erased the gray days; i'd give you a mirror if it made you see how wonderful you really