Fallen StarI'm tired of dreaming, because all too soonMore Like This
I wake up to reality.
I'm tired of wishing, because all too soon
the star has already fallen.
Then you came into my life and made me realize:
My reality is for chasing dreams
and the fallen star is soon replaced with another,
waiting on the next wish.
Never to be WholeTo never be wholeMore Like This
A solid emptiness that echoes inside
With the hollow pit that once housed dreams
To understand what joy could be felt, should be felt
Yet know it will never be
Missing a piece, a nook crying to be filled
Another hole to add to the collection
To have waited, desperately waited
For what was promised in whispers
Promised in giggles, desires
Burning in frustration, ashes now cold
To never be whole
The dreams dead, never even lived
Mutated goals in desperation, sick and twisted
Beyond all sanity, beyond any beauty
A stillborn chance to join a ghost
Smiling in its unfocused tendrils of hope
And a touch of cynnica
My Melodic HomeI know this melodyMore Like This
this crazy song
That makes your heart skip a beat,
I haven't heard it in so long
I know this feeling
from this rhyme
it causes a tingle up my spine
I know this need
to voice my heart
to sing out loud, to the crowd
I know it's time, to come to stage
for I've found were I belong
and it started with a song.
Don't Thinkslow your heartbeat toMore Like This
a thoughtful pace
put pen to paper, think
of the warmest notes of light
smiling back at you
disappeared in a camera's flash
darkness pooled at your feet
an electron accelerating
into pink-tinged sunlight and
a sea of scribbled illustrations
and rushed penmanship,
fit into the margins of the page
a universe in the in-between spaces
full of racing thoughts
and amplified feedback
and beating pulsars,
your heart a nebula
spilling out in turquoise and
inhale for tranquility
and you're floating on the wind
a dandelion's seed
blown across continents
Dear friendsשלום לכל חברי הקבוצה היקרים. יMore Like This
רציתי לומר לכם; לכל תושבי הדרום בפרט וכל הארץ בכלל, בכל ליבנו אנחנו אתכם. קשה לי לנסח במילים ולהביע נחמה. איך ניתן לנחם אנשים שכבר כמה יממות נאל
promo, meme, questionsooooooooooooooooo first I would like to promo my friend (at least I think of her as my friend. I don't know if she thinks of me as her friend) :iconFaeLuna13:More Like This
seriously. go follow this girl right now. she is an incredibly sweet person, not to mention an awesome writer. GO FOLLOW HER NAO.
okay, now a meme.
not pasting the rules because I don't do tags.
1)How do you feel about being a chosen one? ...I feel nothing.
2)Who's your favorite country? (Hetalia or otherwise) errrrrrrrr.... Ihavenofreakingclue.
3) What would you do if I said this: XD uhhh... good to know.
4)You are a very small country, did you know that? YAY. YAAAAAAAAAY.
5)Hm...........DO YOU LIKE FOREIGN MUSIC? I love foreign music! especially French music <3
6)Do you play any rpgs? nope.
7)Are you forever alone? YES. :iconforeveraloneplz:
8)Has your soul been stolen by 9gag yet? don't think so...
9)Do you play pokemon? sort of. sometimes. when I'm really, really bored.
The Twilight and The NightOh, TwilightMore Like This
thy Darkened Bride is arrived
crowned with the Jewels of the Night.
Leave for her the lukewarm Light
of thy cloak of coloured rainbows
weaved after the tears of clouded skies.
Never was, the mirrored Moon, so bright
with fearless sails, unfurled
might love be as endless as her embrace.
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All is Quiet... Again...The light flickers...More Like This
whitens and soon swallows
its own glow, disappearing in the shadows
so pale by now
a moth-breath... and nothing more
deflecting its slow beating wings
an effacement at the hands of winds
in a movement almost immaculate
somehow undetectable, unheeded... lost
I wake to listen this distant sound
the sea echoes in my ears
fades in the tide waves
of my bare fingers shielded
tight against each others, until they ache
Each one a porcelain shell,
each one a tear... a pearl...
a vowel, searching for a word,
one that makes sense
Dropped in the plain paper,
harsh-white and soft-blue
Chiselled in the center of the heart
The Blue Mirror - Part 19"What exactly is an Immortal?" Dan asked the Golden One. It had taken him only a short while to grow accustomed to the shadon T'shil, but this was far stranger. It-he spoke like a person, and Hawk and Earth both treated him like he was completely normal, but Dan couldn't stop staring at him.More Like This
"We have existed since the beginning of time, Dan. That is all," the Golden One smiled.
Looking into the fire where Hawk was dropping small pieces of dried meat into a pot of vegetable broth, Dan asked, "So you can't die?"
Snatching a piece before it was added to the boiling liquid, Earth popped it into his mouth. "Oh, he can die, but not from age or i
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryoneMore Like This
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…
But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.More Like This
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon