I lost myself
In a crowd of a million people
I forgot who I am
Lost my path
Couldn’t put pen to paper
Words forget me
And these shoulders feel so heavy
How did I get here?
this angerI’m so angry that there isn’t enough words in the world to throw at you
I will never let you make me feel like I’m worthless ever again
You small little retch
I will pierce you with resentment and vengeance
I refuse to be good
I will never kneel
Never give up, never give in
I am strong and you are weak
Disappear, disappear, disappear.
Reborn From AshesThis time last year I was homeless
This time this year I’m not quite homeless but don’t quite have a home
It’s like we’re stuck in limbo
Walking around with n95 masks
Like we’re living in some sort of war zone
Our homes, our forests, our livelihoods are going up in flames
Nobody is grieving for us except for those who live here
California, the golden state
Home of the grizzly bear
Big and strong
We will not fade away like this great creature for its spirit lives in all of us
We wonder, will our homes still be there
Will our jobs still be there
Will our schools still be there
Friends and family will they come back
Hold on tight, hold on strong
While the brave women and men fight on the front lines to keep us safe
To save our state
We will rebuild, we will overcome
We will shine brightly like the golden state that we are
Through the exhaustion and uncertainty
From the ashes we will be reborn.
Whisper of the Heart Ch. 2“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky , The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Shaw had to admit, her little heist with Tomas was exactly what she needed to get her spirits up. To shake off the remnants of her time spent with Samaritan, to feel like herself again. Of course, it meant denying Tomas yet another offer for her to join him in Venice, but surprisingly this time the get-away card didn’t intrigue her as much. She thanked him for the fun, told him to give her another call if he had another one of these little heists in the future, and went on her way.
Not that I'm complaining but Tomas doesn't seem as hot as he used to be. Weird.
As much fun as Shaw had she was really needing some not so much human interaction at the moment. Maybe take Bear for a walk or play fetch with him while she drinks a cold beer.
Walking into their subway station, Shaw hadn’t initially questioned the absence
Whisper of the Heart Ch. 1“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”
― Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
It was freezing cold when Root woke up that Friday morning. Noticing Shaw’s absence, she whimpered and rolled on her side, pulling Shaw’s pillow to her chest.
It wasn’t like Shaw to disappear on her, at least not now. Not after the “War of Gods”, as she had so delightedly called it. There were some casualties of war. Shaw was broken and Root was dying...well at least until she could find a suitable donor.
And that donor just pulled up in Root’s ear via the Machine.
“You contacted the donor? A healthy heart, I feel like you’re spoiling me….No, she doesn’t need to know yet. Speaking of, where did she go?” Root sat up a little too quickly at the Machine’s response causing her to feel lighthe
Three HoursFirst Hour
This was one of those moments where Shaw had the right to not be happy and boy was she not happy. They were supposedly on their way to deal with a number when their elevator got stuck…stuck! What were the odds of that happening, especially getting stuck with Root, the Machines main link? She swore if this was some sort of sick joke the Machine was playing she was going to kick it’s ass.
“This is your fault, you realize that don’t you?”
Root seemed unaffected by their predicament and just grinned, “Oh? And how is that?”
Shaw crossed her arms across her chest and glared at the hacker, “Anything to get me alone with you.”
“If I wanted to get you alone, I would be able to do that anywhere. I wouldn’t have to resort to getting us stuck in an elevator, Shaw.”
Shaw noticed the use of her last name, normally it was Sameen or Sam, Root only used Shaw if she wasn’t in one of her flirty moods which isn
HopeRoot hears screams and cries as if a heart is breaking and oh how she tries to keep her composure. She falters a step. Tears gathered in those eyes, eyes so lost almost like in a maze. There is Shaw with a gun pointed at Root’s frozen form. A stoic look, like she’s seeing with eyes clouded by a veil. There’s a pleading cry from Root, there’s no Machine to talk her back from the edge. In fact the edge of the dock she’s on is right below her feet but she’s more concerned about the woman in front of her. Ignoring the gun in Shaw’s hand, Root could care less. All she cares is that Shaw is there standing in front of her, alive, after she had searched for her for so long.
She pleads for her to come, pleads to remember who they were, pleads to her voiceless God to return Sameen to her. Then there’s a piercing in her stomach, she hadn’t even heard the echo of the gun going off in the Persian’s hand. But Root didn’t care, this wa
En GardeShaw didn’t think she’d ever be in this position, she’s never thought of using a sword before. She must admit though that Root looks pretty hot dressed all in white holding a saber sword. She knew she shouldn’t have cracked a remark about fencing not being a real sport the moment she saw Root glare and throw a knife at the wall behind her. It’s a good thing Root wasn’t into cheerleading or else she’d probably find herself being forced to try that out too, because cheerleading was definitely not a sport. Though Root in a cheerleader uniform isn’t necessarily a bad thing either.
Root was also pretty hot when she was pissed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Shaw took the stance that she saw Root having taken earlier in her practice, “So tell me again why I have to do this?”
Before lowering her mask Root glared and huffed out, “So you can learn some respect,” before she flipped her mask down.
Punch-OutShaw made it to her front door, key in the lock, and a noise erupted from inside. Shaw growled and knew exactly who that noise came from.
Damn it, Root. How many times are you going to sneak into my apartment?
And sure enough there was Root attached to her Wii controller, ever since she got the damn thing Root had been monopolizing it every chance she got.
Looks like she’s trying out my new boxing game, cute.
Sneaking up behind the unsuspecting Root, Shaw tapped her on the shoulder and her a squeak before she was ducking a bunch to the face.
“What the hell, Root!?”
“Sameen, what..what are you doing here?”
“Uh, I live here. What do I have to do to get you to stop breaking into my apartment?”
“Sorry, I just, I didn’t know Wii’s could be so addicting. And I thought this new game of yours could teach me some pointers,” blushing Root dropped her hands to her sides and made it seem like the carpet was a lot more interes
PreciousSameen: (adj.) precious, valuable; random, straight-forward, and determined.
Sameen Shaw hadn’t seen it coming, her attention was too focused on arguing with Root. Rather it was just her yelling at the hacker for treating her like a child, she was contained by Samaritan for a few months, she wasn’t an invalid. But Root’s constant babying was getting on her nerves. It was only getting on her nerves because she couldn’t admit to herself how broken she really was. Course the anger and grumpiness was still there but she had moments where she felt like the average person could and needless to say she hated it.
Nightmares haunted her. Some nights she woke up screaming, unable to control the shaking and the tears. So many tears. Like her whole lifetime of sadness she should’ve felt, all the tears she should’ve cried, were pouring out of her. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit to herself that she was broken. She couldn’t
Chapter 2: DemoniButter watched as her brother continued to play in the water, completely oblivious to the reason why he could never wander past the very river he was playing within. She yearned to know what Euteria had to offer past such restricted areas and what kind of people lurked around the dark corners of such a dazzling world.
Then a soft noise made its way towards her and she twitched her ears towards her right as she instinctively turned her head slowly to see another cat. The girl was noticeably sitting on a tree branch that was right above both of them, making no real effort to hide herself from their eyes.
Butters ears went back in aggression and a slow long growl rumbled out of her throat.
Scotch, sensing the shift of energy in the area sprung out of the water and fled towards the safety of his sister. "What is it?!" he whispered worryingly at her, shifting his eyes around the grassy meadow.
Butter let out another long territorial growl until responding to his question, "We have an int
The Element Of My HeartThe Element Of My Heart ~
She lays upon the fields of hopes
Upon the bed of fear
She carries the heaven's bouquet
And I smell it near
Upon the boat of time
She travels the ocean
Around my horizon
She is but my dear
She walks the fire of guilt
Upon the endless sky
She holds my fate
And makes me fly
Upon the lost wind
She's my guide
Around the clock of time
There she smiles
Oh shall I wait forever
More or whatsoever
Upon the night
She'll be my light
Or my storm
The element of my heart
She'll never leave my sight
I'm liked at school.
But I'm hated at home.
I am kind, caring and active.
But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.
I stay quiet most of the time.
But I am loud, screaming for attention.
I stay on everybody's good side.
But I stay on their bad side.
I try to stay good.
But I stay bad.
I smile at everyone.
But I cry alone.
Everyone listens to me.
But no one listens to me.
I am happy most of the time.
But I am depressed most of the time.
I listen to everyone.
But I listen to no one.
I try not to make mistakes
But I make mistakes all the time.
I tell the truth most of the time.
But I tell lies most of the time.
Everyone believes me.
But no one believes me.
I am surrounded by people.
But I am alone.
Thank You Friends
Thank You Friends
She's tired of being alone;
Of not having that someone
Who loves her despite the scars,
Loves her despite her past,
Loves her beyond the outside, the cover.
She's tired of not getting flowers
From someone who loves her enough
To buy them, even if there is no 'occasion' to celebrate.
She's tired of having no money;
Of always having to beg
Despite her parents' embarrassment.
She wants to be able to buy her dog a bed,
Buy herself groceries,
But her family cannot afford it
And neither can she unless
She sells cushions
Or someone needs proofreading.
She's tired of having to beg
Her online friends
From other countries,
But she needs to.
Do you know how that hurts her pride?
K.O her pride lies on the floor,
Probably dead not just knocked to the ground.
She's tired of being the family problem.
But she has a dog depending on her survival
So she will not leave this world
Until it is her time.
She will not listen to th
The Used And Abused Marionette(This poem is dedicated to all those who are or have been in abusive relationships. My heart goes out to all of you beautiful people.)
I've been nothing
But a slave to your debauched desires
Your sole possession, your marionette
Benumbed by the deceit,
The manipulation veiled
Beneath your soft artist's touch...
And a touch that endeavours to sabotage
The most beautiful of all silhouettes
Is the touch of the irresistible...
Just like you...
For I was left powerless, forlorn of all hope,
As your hands designed my fate,
With one subtle caress at a time...
With one stage of seduction at a time...
Those gifted hands
Carved me so delicately
Into the figurine of a burlesque doll
Faceless, stripped of an identity
Dehumanised, to gratify your intentions.
My wooden frame,
Varnished by your blood,
The paint of passion, the lacquer of love,
Coated upon my skin as a bittersweet glaze...
Every brittle limb,
Webbed with strings
Bound tightly by intricate knots
To the tips
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you. try to make some friends?"
dear mom, i am trying
i played chess with a man in the park
i helped a girl find her parents
i am content with who i am, mom,
now i am just trying to help others achieve the same.
i ran into the artist again today
and he taught me how to paint
and then he smiled at me and said, "you're different than the rest."
we made plans, me and
How I Measure LoveYou asked me how much I love you.
On a scale from one to ten.
I whispered, "Infinity."
Because if I took a brush,
dipped in our love,
and painted a line made of whispered wishes,
and passionate kisses,
and tried to measure how much I love you,
it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe.
And everyone would see that line,
twisting and curving,
in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings,
and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it.
Or someone in love.
It would cross oceans on the backs of fish,
and cover cities, countries, and continents,
eventually breaching the atmosphere,
to play connect the dots with the stars.
It would ricochet off comet tails,
and weave playfully between Saturn's rings.
It would paint the universe in colors,
and pale pastels,
that people could see, when they looked up into the night sky.
Like the northern lights,
our love could light up the Heavens.
It would paint the tips of wheat plants,
dyeing the field in
Wings Of Darkness
Wings Of Darkness
Bind me within your embrace
Bestow me with your grace
I seek your help to obtain the unseen
I need you to blind me from the light
Never let me see my weakness again
Blanket my fears so I won't cry
Cease the false hope from shining in vain
Ward away the lies that hide behind my eyes
Morph this disaster into a calm night
Burn the dying sun out
Darken the nightmarish sky
Let the ominous clouds melt
Lock away this cursed gift of sight
I no longer desire it
Shut out the world from you and I
I yearn for the abyss
Rip away my self-hatred
Bring back my innocence
Obliterate the life I created
And color this reality obsidian
Let the void consume
Paint my essence black
Devour what was once called truth
My faith is in your hands
I profess it all unto you
I am under your command
Cover up my exiled heart
Wrap my soul i
Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted