As we drift apart in this sea of souls,
Nothing left within control,
I don’t know why it all went wrong,
We’ve known each other for so long.
I met you first, beginning the year,
I stepped inside and stole away your tears,
But now all I see is what it’s done to me,
The soul inside me’s no longer free.
Before I met you, I was invincible,
But all this time has taken its own toll,
All that remains is this empty shell,
How did I fall into this hell?
Before I messed up, we were close friends,
How did it come down to this end,
The truth is that I was too blind to see,
The friend I had slipping away from me!
This mystery d
Where do I go when I just want to be okay?
What do I do, when nothing seems to go my way?
I will sit here and wait...
Waiting for another day...
But without you, it won't matter anyways...
What do I say when all I want is to take back my words?
When anything I do seems to bring on another curse...
I will stand here and wait, waiting for another day...
Because you make the sun shine out its brightest rays.
When I fall, I stumble back up and push through it all...
Because your smile is part of what makes me stand tall...
I will lie here, and wait... Waiting for another day...
Because right now I've used up all the words I can say...
As an optimist, I have always believed that the world is filled with good people; people who are kind, compassionate, cheerful, and honest. People who balance out the bad in the world, simply by being who they are. The angels in the world; being good in their hearts so that they shine like a light in the darkness. Leading by example, and sharing their love with those around them to help make the world a better place. I still believe this. However, increasingly often these days I see people who I know to be kind, gentle souls slowly losing the faith in humanity that they once held sacred.
Seeing this always breaks my heart. Smiles grow dull,
The Angels in My Life (An ongoing poem -Continued)
The Angels in My Life (An ongoing poem -Continued)
An ongoing poem dedicated to the myriad angels in my life. I hope to add one stanza for every angel eventually, but it will take time, because my life is simply filled with angels. For the sake of anonymity, I will refrain from using the names that most other people know these angels by. Instead, I will simply write above each stanza the name which I know is theirs in my heart when I think of them. To all of these angels, my prayers go with gratitude and blessings. I owe each of these people far more than they will ever understand. I wish each and every one of them all the happiness the world has to offer, and hope that they are doing well.
Failure. Misfit. Outcast.
Not good enough.
Here this whole time I thought I was a diamond in the ruff.
Taken to a career at such an early age.
But now, all I see, is the letters on the page.
Circumstances. Employment. Terminated.
I feel lost, abused, used,
And here they tell me I was overrated?
Left out on the street.
The place where I thought I was,
Turned around and said it didn’t want me.
So that’s it?
You are leaving me out in the storm?
The new faces,
The new places,
The experiences that left me feeling torn.
And now, out on my own again,
The lie finally coming to light.
Fifteen Minutes Later
Jade staggered up the steps to the second floor of the apartment complex. She had lost a lot of blood during her trip here, and it was a severely difficult task just to climb the steps to get to the second story. Clutching the railing to avoid a sudden rush of dizziness, she put her foot upon the last step, and heaved herself up.
She managed to stagger along the hallway, clutching at the wall as she went, counting the doors. ‘two-oh-one… two-oh-two, two-oh-three, two-oh-four. Here it is… Alexis’ apartment… please be here…’ She raised her hand to knock, but suddenly a wave o
Jade took off at a dead run from the alley where she had been hidden, charging with reckless abandon at the soldiers in black who had captured Zel and Alan. She had waited until the Van had pulled around front and they were all coming out to place the two captives inside. The van obscured their view, and made it possible for her to get closer to them. But in a twist of ill luck, the driver of the van looked out of the window and saw her coming. No matter, he didn’t even have time to give the soldiers warning.
She launched herself into the air, touched briefly on the van’s roof, and finally came down behind the van; behind the men
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