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Mature contentThe Evil Inside IvanRadev 1 0
Pressing the fast forward button of life,
I Ran and ran,keeping my eyes on the goal
Always struggling to reach it first
Seeing nothing but darkness beside it
Reaching the goal still left me dissatisfied
instead of being happy I made it there,
I felt disappointed I didn't come first
After a goal another emerged
Each time struggling to reach first
Never satisfied never happy
Never enjoying the beauty around me
Keeping my eyes on the goal I ran
Kept running till I realized what I had missed
I had missed the beauty of life
I had missed the pleasent present
No way of getting it back
I wanted to live in the present world,
Look around a bit while I ran to the goal,
What is important is reaching the goal,
first or last
missing a goal or two
after giving my best
I realized its not complete darkness that awaits me
but thousands of paths each with its own beauty
There is nothing called failure
only new opportunities
New paths waiting to be discovered
Never lose hope for missing the g
The Greatest Oasis
On one bright summer day, my uncle fixed up his janky old van and had the whole family drive through the arid, hot deserts of Mexico to a secluded oasis, Grutas de Tolantongo, in the Mexican state of Hidalgo. Tolantongo is an oasis hidden deep within a box canyon. The desert around it is barren and dirty, but the oasis itself is a paradise to behold. Warm, rushing mineral rivers splash through the center; large tropical bugs buzz around and around and around; deep, mossy cave tunnels burrow deep into the mountain sides; and cliff walls nearly touch the sky, towering at over a thousand feet. While its beauty is a big part of the experience, the meaning of the place goes much deeper than the waterfalls and pretty flowers. It is a place of wonder and adventure. It is a place that has given me some of my best memories. Every time I visit, I get something new from it.
From the main grotto, hot springs flow into the form of a river, on whose banks the visitors pitch their tents. Donkeys are
Unsent Letter to My beloved, Lord Dreadful
My dearly beloved,
Days have only passed and I still feel the lingering sting of your recent passing. The once vibrant halls of our manor now loom in inescapable dreariness that I cannot explain. Even with the servants going on about their daily tasks, I cannot but feel the hollowness of this place I can no longer call home. Without you to fill my days with unceasing happiness, to feel your lips against my body, I cannot but succumb to my sorrow. Yearning and desiring without a drop of hope to lift me back to my former self.
I spend the hours of the day distracting my heart with teaching music to my students and reading in solitude within the library. But somehow I cannot help but think of you and how strange! Once I thought I saw you standing in the dark by the doorway calling me to come to you. I thought myself mad to suddenly be a victim of such illusions but not once did it occur, in the dead of night you are more alive.
Oh my darling does death bring such sorrow that you wish to s
our shimmering galaxy
stunning Milky Way
Afraid to open my heart
I cared so much as you broke me down
Your touch was my sin
This was my love
Feeding my insecurities
To satisfy your impurities
I cannot breathe, I am lost
The light in your lust
Taints my soul
Your touch was my sin
This was my love
Purist verses of your lies
Drain me from my cries
Give me up
I am hideous
You are too cruel and lascivious
TUZ Teaser: The OR
Baraz was used to being worked on by Kerner. She was predictable, her “exams” were sadistic but followed a pattern. It was easy to know how close it was to the end of it. Which is why it was such a shock when he was greeted by a man with tawny hair, and tired eyes. Peter Findlay was a sad, skinny man who had needed a shave for about a year.
His gaze hardened, trying his best to look intimidating. “Why isn’t Kerner here?”
“She’s out, you’ll have to settle for me, sorry.”
“Why’re you sorry about it?”
“Often subjects like the consistency of having only one doctor.”
“They’re all the same.”
“Indeed we are.”
“Mhm.” He leaned bac
Workout Evenings [ Todoroki Shoto x Reader ]
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Art by: :iconmatalemures:
Title: Workout Evenings
Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Word Count: 1,461
The press may not be aware of you, but you had been involved with the pro-hero community since you were young. Your uncle was pretty good at keeping you hidden. He said it was keeping you safe and you didn't doubt that was the reason. Yet, since you joined U.A., it would be time to let your quirk be known. It didn't help that your
I fell in love with the mysteries in her sunken eyes.
I fell in love with the lingering hum she left beneath my skin.
I fell in love with the feathery corona of her hair as she lay on a blanket of stars.
I fell in love with her soothing voice, able to pull me into her arms and push me towards my goals with the quietest of intonations.
She breathed feather-light kisses into my hair, wove tales of starlight and infinity into my dreams.
Love was falling into dark cotton sheets, near translucent curtains trailing silently on wooden floors as crickets chattered, bats darting lazily overhead.
Her fingers traced constellations into my skin; her murmurs settled themselves between bone and sinew.
She captured each silent gasp with desperate hunger, ravenous for every wisp of breath from my lungs; she claimed each sigh with the starved appetite of a soul who had never before tasted the fullness of life before.
She drifted from room to room with silent steps, silvery scarves floating behind her i
Haiku - Sprout
Grown from a conker
I named him Sprout ‘cos I’m strange
He’s a foot tall now
Papaoutai cover (2019)
I absolutely adore this version of Papaoutai!
I love Stromae’s version too of course, but Stromae’s version is rough, which makes sense because Stromae is singing about a very painful and serious subject. So I like to sing Stromae’s songs when I’m angry or sad, and express my pain though them.
But this kid’s version is a lot calmer and softer, and I absolutely ADORE it! <3 It's almost soothing! As if Stromae cuts open a wound, and this cover closes it back up. At least that’s the feeling I get from this song (and apparently I’m not the only once since all 4 coaches turned around). It even seems very mature for his age! You still feel the emotion of the songs, but in a softer tone, and I absolutely love it so much!
If you don't know Stromae, you should definitely listen to his songs. Everyone agrees that he's a musical genius.
When the Sandman takes to the sky,
stars begin to glimmer and shine,
the moonlight aglow on high.
In the dark a cold wind blows,
snowflakes dance, never confine;
only the king of midnight knows.
The fall of night, the rise of evening tide
where the gloaming is divine,
Lack of light demystified.
The Most Important Prize
The Most Important Prize
Explosions rang out in a deep forest outside of the city. Screams of pain and terror echoed throughout the night, at times being louder than the explosions. Inhuman roars joined the cavalcade of noises coming from the forest.
In the forest, a young man in a black T-shirt was going up against a giant shadow creature, who was guarding the World Jewel. The young man ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, staining his hair red with blood. He looked up at the monster, who did not have a scratch on him.
“I really should not have come here by myself,” the man mumbled, trying to start up another spell. Before he could, the monster swung at him with its claws, and sent him crashing into a tree with enough force to break the tree upon impact. As the wounded warrior struggled to even open his eyes, the shadow monster breathed in, causing a ball of dark energy to form inside his mouth. Silently praying, the warrior was waiting for the inevitable
"I don't want to leave you on your own"
And despite what I heard
They were parting words.
They were fighting words.
Your final shot
In a war that I'm not
Sure I knew was happening at all
But a heartbeat more
And you'd built a wall.
Your secrets inside, huddled up like flies
A hundred thousand tiny black lies.
And me outside
With my frost-white eyes
My ghost-white eyes turned wide to the skies
So empty, so deep
So cold, I couldn't keep
Them inside, each icicle tear
Like a blade on my cheek
Each frozen fear
I believed you my Pythias
And I your Damon
You proved me wrong
And so died Damon.
But I am alive
I ripped and I tore and I struggled and I howled
And I have survived,
Out in the tundra under frostbitten skies
With the ice at my fingers and my tongue and my soul.
And though you gave me silence I will take what I'm owed
My parting words
My fighting words:
You're a moment, I'm a lifetime
And I'm never on my own.
There is a moment of paralysis,
An unnatural stillness
Before the body releases the soul.
An ending that starts a beginning,
Birthed and reborn in the heart's dormant beat.
Floating away in that last rush of breath.
Everything you knew of ground or sky
Matters not in the kingdom of life everlasting.
Where we soar through rock with wings unseen.
God’s hands or just a merciful tempest,
Guides us, carries us everywhere all at once.
A sweet tempered surrender to our afterlife.
The Wild Hunt
The midnight hour brings howling winds across the sky
dark clouds gather hiding moonlight
the hounds lead us, the horns blaring our battle cry
innocent girl ready to fight
the chaos begins- the wild hunt solidifies
frost covers the land glittering
everything else is withering
hooded rider leads- his will is never denied
she does not want to be his prey
refuses to be led astray
horses beat the earth, witnesses are terrified
shivering she stands determined
offering his hand, coaxing her to say goodbye
denying his evil burden
he turns away, her purity can't satisfy.
She felt like a rogue
feared by all who knew the truth
then there was Logan
someone else who understood
no longer alone
They did not fear her
They took her in and taught her
A shift of power
magnetic anger fractures
A storm of heroes
emerge with fire and ice
defend and protect.
These Days I Kindle
These Days I Kindle
Fun. Like to burn old
books. Stoke fires; old-timey stove
[Like faces] so hot.
MaggotsX @ 02.20.2019
A bloom, when ready
petal by petal unfolds
revealing the heart
Waves of stifling heat
Choking out my living breath
I can feel the burn
Consuming red heat
wheezing through the deathly fumes
my fears of no end