Im-just-here-tonight

Dear you,What I like about you: The way you smile The way you light up a room Your contagious laugh Your amazingly horrible puns How in hard times, you make me better with a simple word How you worry about me How you care for me even when most of the time I don’t think I deserve it And I honestly don’t You make the sun come out from a rainy day of life You make me blush like a tomato Or make me cry a whole lake But you always know what to do Or what to say Even without realizing it Its the little moments that make me smile How you are yourself around me You are open and sweet And have never once lied to me How you make my heart beat out of...

The sight was flawless, as a lovely feeling seemed to intrude upon my lonely heart. It caused my very purpose to evolve and swell into something beautiful. It was a realm so breathtaking, so delightful, it’s enormity places an inflection on my will. My voice was balderdash and enthralled insanity as i tried to fathom this place. A winsome creature drew near me, likely to omit their peckish feeling by my present appearance. As eminent as my future was, I tried to contemplate my audacity to enter this worthy world. A world that thralled with life and residency. However the place had a sorrowful underlayer, with lousy, sleepy solitude. That t...

I had walls, big walls that guarded my heart. You snuck in around them and swept me off my feet. You were caring and sweet, so nice to be with. I started to fall for you so fast. I hope you know you were my first. My first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I loved you and a part of me still does. But now you’re gone, you left me, stranded in dreams of what we could be. And the paint on those old dreary wall start to crumble and fade away. The doors now shut and locked, taking me away. It seemed so stupid now, the fact i fell so fast. You were an illusion, a distraction, yet i still cannot forget you. For a piece of me still loves a...

A scream rang out on the once deserted beach. A little boy was running away from a hoard of- of things. He didn’t know how to describe them, for they were not people.He ran as his little blue and yellow striped shirt was beginning to soak through with blood. He had fallen earlier and a jagged rock got his side. Then they had shown up.His tears ran down his face as he kept running and running away from the hoard. His pace slowing from the loss of blood he had. Then a flash of two shapes jumped over him from the rocks above his head.He turned around and saw, standing before him was a man and woman. The woman had red hair, thrown up in a pony...

A woman strode silently toward the abandoned shop. She kept glancing around, on alert for any danger that was around her. She held a katana and a pistol in her hands that were poised to attack.Of course at a time like this, it was completely normal to carry around such things. Note that there were many living people able to see it. It was the big apocalypse, undead people running amuck. All that was left of this woman was herself. Her family had all been taken from her.But that was beside the point right now. She had to focus on entering the shop. The door creaked open and she flinched at the noise. it was best to be completely silent at t...

as a noun it is the sadness because one has no friends or company to be in solitude or isolationsynonyms are used alone, forsaken, abandoned unloved, unwanted, an outcast remote, secluded and desertedbut if this is the definition the true meaning of the word then how can i be surrounded and yet feel so aloneyou can have friends, family people who care you can meet strangers and neighbors and be surrounded by lovehowever to be lonely those things don’t matter they fade away in the void and yet the definition standsso why is it this way? why do they limit the meaning? if you can be lonely… can you feel lonely?i’m not in solitude and i’m not ...

Two girls ran towards a crumbling, old forgotten building. The wind hit their faces as the storm above them brewed in the sky. The temperature continuing to drop by the minute. They knew they would need shelter soon as their breath became noticeable.One girl, a tall blonde whose messy hair was thrown in a side braid turned and saw the very thing they were running from. She turned back and grabbed the smaller girl by the wrist and surged forward.They were so close to the building up ahead. Just a few more bounds and they would be there. Then the smaller girl tripped taking the other with her to the ground. They both landed with a thud and s...

I love you There are so many ways to say it. To mean it. To believe it. Yet, so many through it around as if it has no importance.wo ai ni To love someone is to put that person first. To cherish them despite their faults. To accept their mistakes and help them grow.Je t’aime To love someone is to be there at their worst To hold their hand and encourage To show that things will get betterIch liebe dich To love someone is to see their true beauty To see the love that they hold for others To accept that others may have it as wellTe amo To love some is to help in learning To teach each other new things To learn about the worldya lyublyu tebya ...

People have asked me to describe depression. And don’t seem to understand the inability to put it into words. People don’t understand the thought process and the dysfunction inside someone depressed isn’t easily described. So when people ask me to describe it, I can’t quite say what I mean.Perhaps it is like being in a pit. A dark hole with no light and no comfort. And you try everyday to climb out of it and you can never quite reach the top so you eventually give up. But that’s not entirely true. I don’t always fail at getting out but I don’t stop myself from falling in. And it isn’t a dark sad place all the time. I can be surrounded by p...

All I could hear was the drops of rain hitting my window. The noise was calming...yet unnerved me, somewhere inside me. Though I suppose it would be better than silence. For silence frightens me. Not the idea of no sound emitting from any source, but the idea of the possibilities, the thoughts. That was always what terrified me. The silence was endless, with different outcomes and situations that seem to float and drift in the air. You could hear the whispers of your doubts and your innermost memories rising inside you. It’s like the silence opens a door for your mind that is so vast with promise and knowledge that it rushes through withou...