Mirror People Part 1There once was a boy who didn’t know what he looked like. He saw his clothes, but had never seen his full body. He didn’t know the shape of his face or the color of his eyes. He didn’t know why he needed braces because he had never seen his teeth. When he was little, he would ask his family what he looked like. They thought he was being funny, since they saw him look in the mirrors around the house. But, every time he looked in the mirror, he saw someone else. A girl. He was confused for so long. Was he a boy? Or a girl?More Like This
The girl always looked frustrated, like she had the same problem. This hadn’t occurred to the boy. She was the one messing up his life. She would yell at him, but he could never hear her and his family took no notice to the strange happenings in the mirrors.
As the boy got older, he started to get over it. Sure, he was frustrated that in every reflection she was there instead of him, but he didn’t care as much anymore.
FreedomSomewhere within these bones there's a coffinMore Like This
that's shaped like a barren house.
There is a part of me tucked under it's roof,
but the rest of me was never able to fit beneath it.
Only now that I have taken back the majority of me can I breathe.
There is nothing that's harder
than leaving what still feels like home,
but a home where you feel trapped
isn't a home at all; no matter who lives inside of it.
My life hadn't felt like my own
until I reclaimed my body.
And there are times that the ghost of what I left behind
possesses my mind and makes it a monster
that feeds on the guilt I still harbour;
but what I killed hasn't been stronger
that what has been able to live in its place.
The home that locked me away started burning
and when I ran from it I never looked back:
it isn't worth returning home if there are still flames in it's stomach.
KissesI miss our kisses.More Like This
No, I do not miss you. I do not love you anymore.
I no longer hold even a shred of romantic affection for you,
though platonic fondness courses through me now and again.
But occasionally I think of how we once kissed,
wet, sloppy, tactless and with no grace,
stretching our jaws until they were sore and
cramming as much of each other into ourselves as we could.
We drowned in each others breath, pressed against one another,
as if we could get even closer if we only pushed hard enough.
Something in me burns for those kisses.
I would not kiss my new lover the way I kissed you.
It was barbaric, desperate,
but also the result of a lack of knowledge;
we had no clue what we were doing.
We simply assumed kisses were better when they were deeper,
so we delved deeper into each other.
Now, I have learned better ways to connect
than with just my mouth.
And though I want those kisses
if you offered again I would refuse.
Because I do not want those kisses with you anymore.
And I do
If I had ListenedMother, maybe if I had listened to youMore Like This
I would have been different.
I would have never loved those people
because when I’m around the hurting
I grow on them like ivy
and cling like the grip of a child’s fist
and when I told you what they practiced
you told me they were doing to themselves
what they would one day do to me
but those people never hurt me,
and I think they practiced pain only to
master what they fought against.
I do not regret the people I embraced
just as I do not regret what I have learned through them:
Mom, I think I finally understand.
Mother, maybe if I had been a shade less me
and a shade more you
you never would have tried to warn me that I was hurting you.
Easter Giveaway~ [CLOSED]THE WINNER IS NOW 9!!! Please private note me what you want me to draw in the next 3 days (04/13) or else it would be sent to the next winner :C and that would make me really saaaadMore Like This
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[Makoto x Haru] StayMore Like This
The brunette's head droops slightly as he dozes off, but springs up at the sound of his name. "H-Hm? Wha? Did you call me?" he asks, absently rubbing the grogginess from his eyes, "Did you need something?"
Still no reply.
Before the former could speak once again, he heard a faint voice, "Sorry."
"It's okay," Makoto smiled sweetly, standing from his spot on the step, but not advancing forward any. "I won't be leaving until the afternoon."
Silence filled the room, as emerald eyes watched Haru sitting in place. The ebony-haired boy hadn't moved a muscle all morning. He just stared into the same fishbowl, placed gently on his lap, and watched the fish swimming peacefully in their aquatic home. It was obvious how he longed to join them. How he wished to be submerged in the water, floating as if he was entranced. But he couldn't. Not with the bandaged stumps residing in place of his
woooooooooooo10 DAYS VOICE CHALLENGE!More Like This
Day 1: Say something about yourself.
Day 2: 5 things that you hate about yourself and why?
Day 3: A message to your lover/crush.
Day 4: Say I love you in 3 language that you’ve currently/had learn.
Day 5: The most memorable day?
Day 6: Your top favorite band and why?
Day 7: Say your top favorite band member’s name.
Day 8: Your favorite quote and why?
Day 9: Say something you really wanted to do.
Day 10: A message to your friends and family.
mmmm. i hgate my voice and i hate my distant relative(s) who speak fluent welsh http://vocaroo.com/i/s0hniylnEY8P