Fallen From On High
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
Mine SweeperMore Like This
Tighten the blindfold as you plant mines in
the fields where flowers should go, and be picked.
Tread stumbling under a drunken veil as your rioting
nerves loot the last remnants of reason within you.
Allow your sanity to fall victim to the systematic madness,
that from day one grew within you.
Pity will be that rusted shovel to fills one of
the open graves that already inhabit that dreaded field.
The graves, merely open wholes from the former seats of mines,
from this song and dances history.
What more can be done, past the repetition of returning to square one,
fallen on a sword of false humility?
The con is no longer clothed in deception and stands
naked in one of those accursed graves.
Her voice is putrid, of a terrible act, diving off a devils
tongue shaped like a fork in the road.
Perhaps your final tears will sprout flowers over
the small patch of dirt, as I intend to leave none.
SavingI keep hearing songsMore Like This
That reminds me of the past
And I wonder all night
How long my heart can last
Down memory lane I fall
And every night I lie
awake and in love
wondering how I got
an angel sent from above
But now inside I die
I love you but you moved on
Now I sit here contemplating
here I fight for myself
Wondering who's the one who needs Saving
He took advantage of your weakness
but you're too blind to see
And you're not the only one
Who's broken and free
I cannot live in fear
I can't make a decision
For you and I to be
Or to let it wash away in the sea
But I'm not the only to prove
So where do we go from here?
I love you but you moved on
Now I sit here contemplating
here I fight for myself
Wondering who's the one who needs Saving
I'm drowing in failures
But you're choking o
The Boy Who Wore A MaskThere once was a boy,More Like This
His parents named him Todd.
In most ways he was normal,
But there was something odd.
Todd liked to wear a mask,
The reason was unknown.
He wore it day and night,
His face was never shown.
One day as Todd was playing
Outside his favourite hole,
A boy came running at him,
He only had one goal.
When the mask was taken,
What remained was quite a shock,
For instead of human features,
There lived but just one rock!
Now this rock was nothing special,
It didn't dance or sing.
Heck it wasn't even living,
It just didn't do a thing!
So the boy did what we all might,
He reached into Todd's face,
Wrapped his hands around the object
And removed it from its place.
He skipped off down the street
To play at the nearby lake.
Skimming rocks was his favourite
And now he couldn't wait!
"So what became of Todd?"
How kind of you to ask.
Poor Todd just lay there lifeless,
Beside his favourite mask.
Hellooooo!Writing this entry again because DeviantArt doesn't like me.More Like This
I used to be coolgirl200, but I didn't do anything on here and had a sucky name. Laura convinced me to make another account, and now I have a slightly better name and can favorite and comment on things again!
I don't really do much. o_o I write fanfiction and sometimes original stuff, but rarely have the guts to post anything. I roleplay too, but I haven't in a while and I'm really rusty. I draw, but there's not really any way for me to scan the pictures right now and my tablet pen is dead. D: I also use way too many smileys for my own good. It annoys Karlee.
I'm turning 17 tomorrow and just moved, so I might post some slightly interesting journal entries of what I've been doing, since it's definitely not what I normally do. (Which is sit around and spazz like the little fangirl I am. I still get plenty of that in though.) I watch anime/read manga and my current favorite is D.Gray-Man. (And has been for a few years but...)
Death the KidIf you had $4.44 and Death the Kid had $4.44, Kid would take your $4.44 to make $8.88, then rejoice about the symmetry of the number.More Like This
Death The Kid's white blood cells have a skull on them to signify that they are mini-shinigamas. They will stop at nothing to destroy asymmetrically shaped viruses, which is why Kid can't get sick.
"Guns don't kill Kishins. Death The Kid does." It was this statement that gave Kid a skull fracture and Liz a broken hand.
If Death The Kid asked you what the time was, and you said "7:00," Kid would shoot you. If you said "8:00," Kid would scream "HALLELUJAH!"
When sending in taxes, Death The Kid instead mails a recording of Excalibur's voice. Due to this, Kid has never had to pay taxes.
Death The Kid's advice? GET SYMMETRICAL.
Crona can deal with things. She just wants to know how Death The Kid does it.
Death The Kid does not break wind. He shatters it.
When the Hulk sees something asymmetrical, he turns into Death The Kid.
To his distress, the opposite side
.:Where?:.The night vomits out the blackMore Like This
and though lights blare
Bodies are tangled up in the darkness
a swelled silence, maybe
but fear quiets all.
Where are the hearts that beat through the cloudy night?
And where is the night that falls upon us
and the hot breath, sifting
onto our necks.
Touhou IOSP - Chapter 8More Like This
Touhou - Invasion of Supernatural Paradise
"Aren't you going after her?" White said to Reisen, glancing back at her. They were speeding along in the ship, Marisa having just jumped out after the Watchman. Reisen was huddled in the corner, staring at the roaring doorway, red eyes fearful.
"I," she began, "don't know anything about this world. That giant creature scares me. I've never seen anything like it. I've never seen any of this."
"What do you mean?"
"Back in Gensokyo," Reisen continued, "I knew everything. I knew where everything was, where to go to get what I needed, where everyone lived, and where to find Lady Kaguya. Now that I look back, it was such a small world. Such a small world. This place is huge...I'm so lost. I try to be strong, determined, and it was easy back home. But here...I'm nothing...I have no confiden
Inner UniverseLightning arcs across my brainMore Like This
as I toss in the throes of fitful sleep.
The world is a galaxy of lights around me,
restless and teeming with signals and thoughts,
a stream of zeroes and ones,
yin and yang without visible end.
We are projections on a cosmic screen,
tiny as the smallest particles and yet
stretching back through infinity.
What bliss to throw myself into the net
and be lost among the knots in the energy field,
to see through other eyes
and hear through other ears.
I long to see the evolution of earth
into a joyous machine,
each life form changing to fit into the next
and form a new symbiosis
like the code of a digital angel...
to one day spread her wings
and fly across the universe,
free of all the old constraints of distance.
Goodbyedo you remember?More Like This
you and me holding hands, so in love at the start..
you and me in the wind on a swing at the park..
on my knee with a ring, oh we hugged and we smiled..
life was good; now it's great, or was I just in denial?
'cause we fought, then we cried; and we broke, then we lied..
now you're gone and I'm lost feeling so weak inside..
so I ask: could we be — after all we have seen —
still in love, yet broke up; somewhere trapped in between?
I don't know, you're still gone; time has passed, nights are long..
here's to you — here's goodbye — as to you I gift this song..
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartMore Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Bone BlossomsMore Like This
a ghost of iris-
blue so pale,
it slips off the page
You know the scent;
you borrowed it
from some girl
who was your best friend.
You slept together in the same bed;
she borrowed your sweater
and kissed you
when mother was not looking.
You fed her books
left out in the sun,
ripe as the boy
She put her hand
one warm night
and asked you
what it made you think of.
you said -
teal and purple,
feathered like summer -
like the summer
when you were five
and the heat
just could not keep away
and the sky went out.
Dear YouDear YouMore Like This
You are a hurricane.
You are a volcano.
You are a flurry of beautiful violence;
A plume of volcanic ash cast into the sky.
You are all the voices of the world;
A scream and a whisper and a sigh.
You are the beauty of the earth;
An exquisite wildfire, divine in its destruction.
And you are so strong.
You are stronger than this weight on your shoulders,
You are stronger than this emptiness in your chest,
You are stronger than all these things that dare get in your way.
You will charge past these things;
These regrets, these desires, these insecurities.
You will get through every pitfall and mistake and slipup,
And you’ll be made better for it.
You are unbeatable, unconquerable and unstoppable.
Every obstacle, an opportunity,
Every failure, a lesson.
You will beat this because you are better than this.
You will beat this because you are you.
And that is a powerful thing.
TearsMore Like This
It's tearing me apart. I'm breaking apart inside. I can't even smile. It hurts.
I can't do it anymore.
TypicumUn cuțit în spatele tăuMore Like This
ți-aș înfinge și eu ca să vezi și tu cum m-am simțit
în cele mai triste momente
când m-ai ucis și reînviat de mii de ori.
O oază de lotuși și iriși nu mi-ar acoperi săngele cărămiziu
ce a curs în valuri când tu m-ai înjughiat cu lașitate
și mi-ai întors spatele în timp ce țipam după ajutor.
Nici lacrimi de înger, nici Iordanul nu m-au putut curăța
de mizeria de pe corp și ura din interior.
Ți-aș dori să te rănească și pe tine cineva la fel
și atunci să vin și eu în ajutorul tău.
Să mă ascund în spatele unei măști de bunăvoință
și să îți promit că te ung cu aloe-vera
când de fapt scot un bulgăr de sare și o cană de acid.
Să te las să țipi în van, să se cutremure munții de durerea ta,
Dear Future Self,More Like This
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
Hate MeHate me, despise me,More Like This
But know that you will never be rid of me.
I am the wretched beast inside your heart.
I am the very weight of your insecurity.
I am the feeling of dread that binds you,
Slithering through shaking veins.
To me you are but a simple host,
And while you suffer, I will grow.
Feeding off the pain that tears you apart.
I'll put into words and call it art.
I Asked Of ItI did not ask for itMore Like This
It came to me in a swelling torrent
of effervescent vibrancy
blinding all which entered
to its hidden horrors.
However, that's a truth
I would come to learn
for I was not born wise
and was gifted with the curse
In my purity I a
EmotionEvery feelingMore Like This
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
You said....You told me “friends forever”,More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
.someone told the mistMore Like This
it clings too tightly
to the hills
and someone told the snow
that the mountains need
(an idiot, a coward)
Suicide is Not An OptionWhy are you thinking about dyingMore Like This
If you haven't even tried to live your life?
.your heartMore Like This
not to beat
Happy Christmas HermioneHermione would never tell anyone this, but she was jealous of Harry and the Weasleys. Why? Simply put, because Mrs. Weasley made them sweaters.More Like This
When the boys wore theirs during the cold months when they were searching for horcruxes, she nearly started sobbing every time she saw one. Mrs. Weasley loved them enough to take the time to knit a sweater with their first initial on it, and her parents were off in Australia, having forgotten she existed.
Logically, she understood that the Weasleys were the closest thing to a family Harry had ever known, while she had 2 loving parents, but she never got anything so heartfelt as a handmade gift. If she wanted something for Christmas, she’d tell her parents what it was, and they’d get it for her. They loved her, of course, but their understanding of her need to keep the Wizarding world a secret had caused a rift between them, they were distant, and at times appeared uncaring. For quite a few years, now, she had asked her parents for a
Temptation.Temptation.More Like This
Is something I can't beat.
I just can't take the heat..
What is this?
What we have here.
I seek a kiss.
And the touch of skin, bare.
Something Both you and I,
So close, we can touch..
When will our walls cave?
Secretly, shh. No one can see.
Make it quick.
A secret, between you and Me.
Cammon's Story Chapter 1Chapter 1More Like This
This world crumbled to ruin long ago. The vines claimed the numerous shops and homes, every one of which was once owned and occupied by human beings. Cement sidewalks withered away under constant erosion. Skyscrapers were nothing but rusted metal frames, and the bricks that once made their walls had fallen to the ground and degraded into the soil long ago. The asphalt roads crumbled to dust, and had since been replaced by ferns and trees and the plant life that had once dominated the land before humans had "modernized" it. The world of humans returned to the earth.
But the humans themselves did not.
No, they moved to a new place. They were no longer rooted to the ground, but were free to move to the inviting spaciousness of our sky. A kilometer above the cumbling avenues of Ancient New York City, the streets of a new city, also called New York, bustled with activity. The skywalk, made of steel, sparkled so brightly it was outmatched only by the sun. The skyway gleamed with pu
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
BenevolenceMore Like This
This world was a big place. Bigger than anything that Vagus the Totodile had ever known in his life. The fields seemed to go on forever, and the sky was so plain and vast that Vagus feared he would fall into it if he gazed up at it for too long. Such was a phobia developed when one spent their lifetime under the thick canopy of a jungle. Vagus had never seen the sky so clearly and never knew it was so vast. Then there was the silence, the sort of silence one hears when out in the middle of nowhere with nothing around to create any noise. The jungle was always full of noises, those that were familiar and those that seemed strange. Silence rarely ever came, and whenever it did, it was during the horrifying nights like the one that had claimed the lives of his parents.
Vagus looked around him while he and his brother, Mycaelis, walked the rolling plains. There was no road and the sheer emptiness around them made Vagus feel exposed and anxious. If he had proper claws, he would have dug him
Team Spartan E7 (Present 5/6)More Like This
Chapter 5 Letters From The Past
Tyra, Trya, Trya. The name kept repeating itself over in Mycaelis’ mid. It was an impressive name that obtained the Charmeleon’s approval. It sounded strong, vicious a name worthy of someone well suited to combat. Alas, names were also used as facades to hide a person’s true nature. He recalled his cousin, a shiny Grovyle who named himself Sly in an effort to hide his unpredictable and insane nature from those who knew him. Ironically, most would regard that as being a sly act in itself.
After wondering for what felt like hours, Mycaelis head felt as though an axe had torn through the back of it. The pain was becoming too much. He thought about going to the town’s notice board and posting a letter asking this Tyra to come find him for her real letter. After that he would head home and promise to never try and drink away his problems like this ever again.
By the time he reached the town’s gazebo for the 4th time that day, the
Team Spartan E7 (Present 4/6)More Like This
Chapter 4 – Time Alone
The signs were good that morning. The air was reasonably thick with his scent. His footsteps were fresh upon the silty shore of the lake. This was a search was becoming too easy. Perhaps her skills were improving. Just as big-bro Mycaelis said they would. She would find Leon soon. Of this, there was no doubt.
Like a Serviper weaving its way through the grass, Kareena the Absol plodded her way through the reeds of Tao Lake in a similar fashion. Her movements were precise and refined by not only Mycaelis harsh tutelage, but also the countless generations of Absol instinct.
She was getting good at what her deceased brothers excelled at. She had always regaled in the stories Vagus and Mycaelis told of them. They were masters of stealth and one with their surroundings. No one could touch them, for they were like ghosts in the mist. Someday, she would become like them. For now she would learn from her tutors and from the tasks they i
Team Spartan E7 (Present 3/6)More Like This
Chapter 3 - Shroomy Messed Up!
Mycaelis hated crowds. Amongst all the things he hated in the world, dealing with a crowd was amongst his most despised. The only crowd he welcomed around him was a horde of foes that he could hack and burn at will. This crowd, to his disappointment, was no such thing. He would have to persevere with the crowd gathered outside Shroomy’s office, until it was his turn.
It was only mere minutes after making those thoughts that Mycaelis finally snapped. Fueled by his impatience and the remains of his drink, he promptly shoved his way through the crowd. A Tyrogue, who didn’t take too kindly at being shoved aside, quickly made the unfortunate mistake of trying to pull Mycaelis back. He quickly received a fractured skull for his trouble. After seeing the Tyrogue drop to the ground unconscious, most other Pokémon, particularly the smaller ones, took the hint and began to clear out Mycaelis’ way.
Mycaelis was no bully, of that he was sure. He wa
Team Spartan E7 (Present 2/6)More Like This
Chapter 2 – Drunk
The overwhelming sun struck Mycaelis harder than one of his father’s punches. Like a vampire emerging from its den, Mycaelis hissed and staggered back against the wall of the café. The sun’s brightness was a harsh contrast when compared to the dim and gloomy wake of the café’s interior. Struggling, Mycaelis forced open his eyes, failing to realise that they had had begun to turn bloodshot in course with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.
“Shit…”he hissed, suddenly feeling unusually weak. His breathing was haggard and a sudden lapse in his strength forced him to lean against the café wall for support. He hated this. He hated feeling weak. It was now that he could see why his father had forbade other members of his former clan from consuming alcohol. It made even the strongest and smartest of them bumbling and helpless fools.
Mycaelis eyed his surroundings. His vision was hazed, his sunken eyes adjustin
Team Spartan E7 (Present 1/6)More Like This
Chapter 1 - Drowning In Booze
“Another.” Mycaelis voice, that usually held with it a sense of rusticity, had now dropped to a near wheeze.
Upon making the request, his empty and well-used beer mug was taken and promptly shoved back under him with its contents full. For a moment Mycaelis simply gazed down into the golden liquid with the same mournful expression of a child gazing upon a bottle of putrid medicine.
“Hey, buddy,” chimed the stand-in barkeeper. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” With the usual keeper now lost in the voids of thin air along with half of Tao Village, the Spinda Café needed whoever they could get their hands on to keep the place running. The Ursatang, who served him, was obviously unfamiliar with his drinking habits.
Mycaelis grumbled. A blurred sight of vision accompanied by a desire to vomit where signs that he had pushed to the back of his tainted mind. He preferred these feelings to those he wa
Team Spartan E6.2 P3 ''She's gone...''After their intense quarrel, the two continued to the short journey to Leon's new team-base; a barely completed treehouse bulit within the excotic branches of a cheri blossom tree. The systematic thud of a hammer rang out amongst the neighbouring trees and assailed Vagus' ears. Following Mycaelis' lead, he strode into the small forest by the lake and approached the cheri tree.More Like This
Gazing up at the tree, a smile stretched across Vagus' snout as he caught sight of noise's source. High within the branches of the tree sat a lone Riolu. With a smile of his own beaming, he hammered away at the timbers that would come to form the base of the house as it sat within the tree. Leon seemed to have made fine progress since Vagus left the tree to collect more timber.
Vagus chuckled; he was always glad to see Leon happy. A smile on the Riolu's face was always one that made
Vagus smile in response. The Totodile hadn't the faintest idea why this was so, but continued to beam up at Leon as he worked.
Team Spartan E6.2 P2 ''I'm Worried...''Vagus felt his body jolt and freeze at the nature of Mycaelis' question. From his brother's inquisitive eyes and ears, he hid a nervous gulp. "H-he...he's..."More Like This
"Don't bullshit me, mate," snarled Mycaelis "You're not in some sort of trouble with the Rogues are ya? What's Leonidas doin' by demanding so much from ya?"
Mycaelis was one with a habit of extracting false delusions from whatever ignorant assumptions he made. It was something that Vagus was always able to tolerate and even correct at times; but it was an assumption such as this that made the blood boil within Vagus' veins. Leon was the most caring and giving Riolu he would ever hope to know.
Leon transcended other rogues in generosity. He often reached the point where one would wonder if he were a rogue at all. Mycaelis' assumption was simply outrageous. "Leon doesn't demand anything from anyone!" snapped Vagus. "I'm helping him because I lo--" He stopped himself just in time, but not timely enough to discourage Mycaelis from wa
Team Spartan E6.2 P1 ''More than just friends''There was a strong sense of serenity that greeted Mycaelis as he walked by the lake. Carrying a trio of wooden planks over his right shoulder, he looked upon the crystal blue waters of Tao Lake. He exhaled an exhausted sigh and allowed the troubles of the previous day to leave him. "The sooner they leave, the better," he mumbled.More Like This
"Michael, they're only going to be staying for a little while." Mycaelis turned to his right and discovered that Vagus already at his side. The Totodile seemed vacant in his expression as he too carried a smaller plank of wood under his arm. He stood gazing out at the lake before him. "It's just until they get a new place going for themselves."
Vagus' words were answered by a frustrated scowl from Mycaelis. Two days. It had been two days since he had submitted to Vagus' whims to allow Leon the Riolu and the rest of his Rogue team to stay within their home. The very mention of the idea at first almost made Mycaelis fly into a perpetual fit of rage. It was not u
It's Burning Down Anyway"You shouldn't play with matches," she said. "You'll hurt yourself."More Like This
I lit a cigarette - with a lighter - and remembered Annie Venter telling me that in the eighth grade as I lit matches behind the school. I had stared at her and lit the whole matchbook on fire, and then I had dropped it in the grass. She made me stomp it out.
I stood on the porch of my apartment, listening to the rain and staring out at the fog and the clouds and thinking that somewhere out there, Annie Venter was probably sleeping, not thinking about the time she told some stupid kid not to play with matches. I flicked the lighter on and off a few times to see if it would feel the same way the matches had all those years ago, but it didn't.
The smoke curled above me in the cold air, a visible metaphor for addiction as it hung off me. Everything in my life smelled like that anymore: like ashes.
I dropped the cigarette on the deck and I stared at the small red ember, letting it burn and smoke, letting it become
All This Horrible TalkAll this horrible talkMore Like This
Reminds me that people are hawks
Snatching up innocent lives with slurs
Reminding people that they are hurt
When I rap about the ignorance I see
I realize people don't believe
They disregard my poetry
And ask for a freestyle from me
When I remember the slurs
I get scared when I say a verse
Because I remember what I've learned
It quite hard to keep believing in love
When my school constantly slaps that girls butt
When that one kid with cuts
Is bullied and beat up
Its tough, painful enough
I myself am hurt
In pain when I see the way's
The pain we can all relate
Why are girls considered sluts?
Why do guys treat them like nothing much?!
Is there no way to treat
A girl but anything considered "Sexy'?
I would never treat my bab that way!
Sometimes I wonder
If ill get hurt in the future
What if I get beat
For simply being me?
Getting kicked in the gut
For simply saying she isn't a slut
Its sickening and scary
Seeing the way we treat our babies
So tell me
What can this r
silent scream.lost in the darkness-More Like This
quiet, invisible soul
i am nothing- but a spirit
looking for a light
lost in the darkness-
i stopped hoping
that you are still there-
i thought: it is safe
to crawl alone in desert of confusion: -ego blinded me,
stumbled on the first step;
your n a m e
lost in the darkness-
i am deeming on the ones
i left behind:
g o n e-
can i find
a place that fulfils me
that you don't know, neither i
why do we need it
(we are too w e a k, my love)
lost in the darkness-
my heart is still filled with echoes of your l a u g h t e r
diary with no paper, no w o r d s
it confuses, causing fear.
lost in the darkness-
i'm suffocating in animosity:
who is swearing into your ear,
who is smiling
when you fall
and can't get up.
lost in the darkness-
maybe, sometimes it is bette
A letter to people from my pastYou just can't go back,More Like This
even to the times you once thought were the greatest.
It's like the playground you played on as a child.
You have endearing memories of the unique mixture of warm mulch and cool metal,
but when you return to it years later,
it's not quite how you remember.
The once large play area now seems small compared to the large cities you've explored.
The slide that once seemed to go on for miles
is nothing compared to the walks and runs and car rides you've been on:
the thousands of miles you've conquered.
The swing that once made you feel like a bird high in the sky hardly gets you off the ground-
(maybe it's due to the weight time has put on your shoulders,
or maybe you no longer need a swing set to fly).
Yes, you can go back, but you can't have what you had.
Keep the memories fond, and carry them forward.
And if the people from your past are aware of this,
you'll see them in the road ahead.
There's one way to go,
and that's forward.
Hope to see you ther
All They See Is ScarsI want to tell a story,More Like This
but this story isn't a fairy tale
and it wont have a happy ending,
because the real ones, well
they never really do.
In high school
I picked up my pen
and I began to write
It existed and it was pure
and it was lovely.
But my rapist rewrote me.
breathing on my neck
and tracing my back with his fingers.
He rewrote me as broken.
He wrote me as a statistic,
as another white girl who got told
that she cried rape for attention.
But that didn't matter because see,
I wanted to tell a story.
A story about family,
about picking each other up
about blood being thicker than water
about how not everyone's home
had to be broken.
But my father rewrote me.
When i picked up my pen
he spoke words to me
that I swear bruised my whole body
and I learned that nothing
was thicker than his alcohol
and my home was already shattered.
But I wanted to tell a story.
so I picked up my pen
to write about god.
A God that could save anybody
And God loved everybody,
which was the onl
The World BurnsMore Like This
This is where we live
Where souls come to claw at the idea of nonexistent tranquility
Driving us one and all to the darkness we all have faced before
The place where dreams meet reality
Hearts are broken
Worth is reevaluated
Existence is questioned
Pleasant times come to die
Better than finding who you are
And the truth revealed in the dark
Lying is so much easier
So much more entertaining
Self-gratification trumps morals
And burns it's remains
Pure souls are a rarity
To be so unattached to a compliment
To overanalyze the meaning of 'kindness'
To conclude it as yet another dagger in your heart
Why would the norm transform their revolting personalities so drastically?
To make you feel you have worth?
Just another met reality
In this world of darkness
Of narcissism and cynicism
What a time
It requires unheard of efforts to be sincere
Lying is easier
This is where we live
It will burn before our unintentionally despic
Insanity is blissDarkness surrounds meMore Like This
My heart beats a million miles per minute
I stare at the ceiling
I don't know what to do
I tell myself to stop
But I let the pleasure overcome me
So very wrong
But it feels right
I shudder at the slightest thing
I scream into my pillow
I slap my face
I need to come back to reality
But I don't want to
In my world I feel happy
And the sensation of giggling
Takes hold of me
I can't help it
I read things
It makes me happy
In my world
In the darkness
I feel alright
Then a pain in my gut starts
I shouldn't do this
But the pleasure
The chills going down my spine
My throat is dry from my heavy breathing
Throughout the day I wait
Then when I get home I lock myself in my room
My world welcomes me
I try to keep my smiles and giggles to a minimum
If my parents knew they would be in shock
So I keep to myself
I want to tell some one
But I won't because it's weird and creepy
People would call me a disgrace
That's why I keep it to myself
Wake up! Prophecies from Near death experiences.Original source I got this information.http://www.near-death.com/experiences/research32.html...Feel free to continue your own research and come to your own conclusions.More Like This
~I'm not posting this stuff; to induce a fearful spirit.I am doing this because I had many serious dreams and feelings of my own; and felt provoked
to share.This is a very real possibility.Don't just ignore; open your mind and do research.Stop being caught up in the matrix.
If you feel even a bit that these things can come to pass--please prepare, tell others, start doing all you can for earth.
You are an individual--come to your own conclusions.I'm not forcing you to do or believe anything--that is entirely up to you.
I do this out of general concern and love.
The Future and the Near-Death Experience
Many people were given visions of the future during their near-death experience. Generally, these visions foretell a future of catastrophic natural disasters and social upheaval followed by a new era of peace and have actu
You, You are Worth it.The scar lasts,More Like This
The hurt never fades,
The pain is always there.
Lies spread by the devil,
You are loved,
you are cared about,
you are important,
you are beautiful,
you are always there,
you don't need to be afraid,
you are never alone.
There is always a spirit with you,
an angel to guard you,
a heart to love you,
someone who cares.
But it takes effort to let them in,
fear may drive them away,
sadness may set in,
But fear not,
Someone will be there,
through the scarring,
Embrace those who care about you,
however little the amount of them may be,
you are worth it.
Never forget that.
Dear meDear eyesMore Like This
I'm sorry for all the tears that I made you shed.
I wish I could have kept you dry instead.
Those nights I didn't let you rest
I'm sorry for being such a pest
I'm sorry for fumbling to the ground
I wish I had done something more profound
I just couldn't wait to fall
For those people who said they would be there if I call
Sorry for all those nights of crying myself under
I wish I could have made a silent surrender
For those sweet words you heard and believed
I'm sorry, but they were from people who stole and thieved
I'm sorry I didn't listen to you from the start
Now my life is falling apart
I should have believed that you were right
I wish I had given you more of a fight
Sorry for letting those dancers dance and dice
What they did wasn't too nice
Stripes suit you fairly well
Too bad I had to put you through hell
Sorry for messing you up so bad
I hope that didn't m
How (George Weasley X Blind!Reader)More Like This
Author's Note: Not really alternate universe, but it is a bit in the sense that Fred doesn't die and he gets married to Angelina. c:
George’s eyes widened in surprise as the __h/c__-haired girl walked past him.
She was gorgeous.
She turned her head slightly and he waved at her, frowning when she didn’t smile or wave back.
Fine then. He didn’t know her, why would she wave back at a stranger who probably looked like a complete lunatic? George shrugged it off, resuming his walk to Fred and Angelina’s house.
“So you’re telling me that you’re in love with a girl that you only saw for two seconds?” Fred asked in disbelief, chuckling at his twin’s foolishness.
“I didn’t say I was in love with her.” George argued. “She was just…really pretty. I don’t know, I just want to see her again.”
“Good luck with that, mate.” Fred said, pitying his poor, dull brother. “Why
Origin of Eyeless JackMore Like This
Click… click… click…
Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his b