The hope in the sunriseThe bird perched on the garden fence sings out a tune,The hope in the sunrise by ~indigoXD9
Signalling a new day is about to begin.
I look to the horizon to watch for the sun,
It rises over the hills as it has done since before our time here began;
Bringing light into the darkness of the world that we live.
Soon everyone will be up and going about their work,
But for now all is quiet, for now all is still.
I hum with the bird, still singing its beautiful tune,
You used to look at me in wonder when I sang with the birds.
You would tell me I should have instead been born as a bird
And I would laugh and say “Im just happy to still be alive”.
What have I done wrong?What have I done wrong?What have I done wrong? by *waiting-for-wings
I’m only human
I’m not immune to emotion
Or the events going on around me
I will feel what I feel
Regardless of whether it is acceptable
Or the “appropriate” way for me to behave
I’m sorry that I can’t control my feelings
With the push of a button
I don’t choose what I feel
But I have never retaliated. I have never spoken out of anger
I have never got into a fight or an argument
But do you notice? Of course not
Because you’re in a bad mood
And need someone to blame
The Girl I LoveI know she's not the perfect oneThe Girl I Love by ~hujikari
I know she's just a plain woman
I know she's a simple woman with no makeup
I know too that she's not like the other
With long brown hair like horse
Lips like a red rose
Eyes like the blue sky
Body like a young deer
And not forget about your smile, your laugh, your beautiful melody when singing...
That's what I love
That's what I want
That's what I really want it.
That you shall be mine...
Forever and ever.
the kind who isYou’re painted on the walls behind the foreground,the kind who is by ~Another-Hitchhiker
a flat and silent being scraped on stone,
presenting all you are frozen silence --
acknowledged by the passerby alone.
You strike us as a vague and touchless person,
the kind which takes a glance as an embrace.
You strike us as a momentary movement;
a stranger on the side without a face.
We do not see a thought beyond the markings
that make you up upon the quiet wall
but not because of blindness or disint’rest --
because there’s nothing more to you at all.
We do not stop for long to look upon you.
You are an option to our denser lives.
You are the air where nobody is breathing.
You are the kind who is and who survives.
There is no light at the end of this tunnelThe night is so dark,There is no light at the end of this tunnel by ~indigoXD9
I have lived a thousand years inside my walls.
Drunken memories stumble up and down the halls.
All love has left me.
All hope is has been wasted on me.
There is no light at the end of this tunnel,
Only a blaze waiting to swallow me whole.
I remember the days when my heart
Was not held together by sticky tape
And the wings on my back,
Carried me over stormy seas .
But my wings have long deserted me,
My legs no longer work for me.
God has turned his back on me,
Throwing me into the shadow,
That blocks the sunlight from my skin.
My hands shake as I admit that,
When you died,
I died to.
Useless wishes and butterfly kissesThe sun sets over our heads,Useless wishes and butterfly kisses by ~indigoXD9
The birds sing out the close of the day.
Usually I would have admired this display
But not today.
My eyes are filled with tears of useless wishes,
And your lips are filled with whispers of goodbye and butterfly kisses.
I try to make up for all the days I forgot to say
I love you.
Your eye lids close slowly,
Those things I used to be mad at you about,
Seem so small and stupid now.
I clasp on to your hands,
Willing for you to live
And see more stunning days like this.
You squeeze my hand ever so slightly,
As the life drains from your face,
Flowing out from your body.
As the sun sets over your life,
The birds sing out their goodbyes.
And all I can do is stop and stare hopelessly at this display,
You left me today.
beautiful.We were beautiful.beautiful. by ~RoseScarlet
But our separate worlds have broken us apart
embedded its shadows in our muted screams
So let it cut up our love and snip it into p i e c e s
And let tragedy crawl into existence with its wilted bamboo limbs, let
the ocean wind blow what’s left of it
and we will be inches apart, but still too far to be close.
so let our monsters look like us
with bloody ribs of ink and debarment, empty hearts swallowed by their
I guess we never would've made it anyway. never
I guess our forbidden dreams won't ever come true. ever
But time won’t let me forget &
Survive Trough the Vision of Insanity (PROLOGUE)PROLOGUESurvive Trough the Vision of Insanity (PROLOGUE) by ~viktorianischeirre
Lights. Too strong.
I still wonder why I always get pissed off when it wakes me up.
Slowly, I turned my head to check the room out. Just like every regular morning, I was looking for changes.
I took a deep breath. Nope, no changes, again.
Expect, of course, for those I was able to make; the paintings made with crayons - only ‘tool’ I was allowed to get - were hanging on the walls.
I would replace them every day. Apparently, I had a collection of paintings for each day in a week.
That was my technique of catching up with schedules, so I could prepare myself for a meal that I was going to get, or a therapy planned for a specific day.
According to my paintings, yesterday was Tuesday.
Bacon and eggs should be given for breakfast Wednesdays. Not to forget ‘Nesvjesti’, sweet pills to help you ‘doze off’ immediately for a short time, what is the only way these dickheads can dress you up. It turned out that most of the inmates here, including myself
The Sorceress and the Cyborg 1The Sorceress and The CyborgThe Sorceress and the Cyborg 1 by ~Mikethemerciless
There was little left of the Great city of Greenwall left after the attack. All of the wizards and sorcerers in the city did their best took hold together the protective ward placed over the city but it proved no match for the continuous bombing by the machines. Now all that was left was a smoking pile of ruble.
Tall skeletal machines now marched through the wreckage searching for any signs of life and then exterminating them with a swift laser blast from the eyes. There was a particular portion of the city wall that hadn't crumbled in the attack.
"Life form detected!" Barked the mechanical voice of a machine that had wandered off to that area. It held up one hand and began to scan the wreckage with a beam of red light. It stopped on a large chunk of masonry that leaned against a wall.
"Life form located." It said. It picked up the chunk of masonry and threw it aside with little effort revealing a large man in singed and blackened armor and a fifteen
The False World"Please King Greg spare me! I will go back to the dark forest and live in peace and never attack you again, I swear." The Goblin Queen begged.The False World by ~Mikethemerciless
King Greg shook his head "No Goblin Queen, you and your treacherous magic has troubled our kingdom for too long. I shall rid us of your evil once and for all." With that he drew his broadsword and hacked off the goblin queens head. The Crowd who had gathered around his beautiful golden halls cheered. His royal chancellor stood before the crowd and cleared his throat "All Hail King Greg, Wise and Brave Ruler of this Kingdom." The crowds cheered. "All Hail King Greg."
King Greg Smiled soaking in the praise and adoration from the crowd. Suddenly the amulet on his chest began to glow and vibrate. His smile vanished. "No please just a little more time!" He whispered to it in panic.
"Is something wrong your majesty?" His royal chancellor asked noticing his change in expression.
The king quickly shook his head. "No. Is just some wounds I sustained batt
MadnessRed and black spots cloud my vision, their cause - as always - is unknown. Teenage faces stained with red spots turn the scene into something more of a freeze-frame from a horror movie. Angry boys with a blood stained face and a sharp bark.Madness by *waiting-for-wings
Closing my eyes and focusing my energy on interpreting the angry barks into something more comprehendible, the back of my eyelids are stained in crimson as opposed to the familiar black, which only worsened the feeling of horror in the back of my mind.
"Dude, what is with that psycho?!" a voice
"Who knows? No one gets her, eh? I heard she bashed some guy's head in just because he bumped into her. There's probably a reason but it's really not worth the effort, just stay away from her." a reply.
Psycho… Just stay away from her…
With my eyes squeezed shut I tried to slow my breathing and counted to twenty just like my councillor taught me. Focusing on nothing but my slow steady breaths, viewing nothing but the back of my eyelids the world slowly came b
Web Of AngelsMaybe you have suffered hurt and pain,Web Of Angels by ~ellie524soccer
Maybe your heart is a broken, shattered lane,
Maybe you just want to but cannot let go,
Maybe you're going through the biggest ever blow,
But see through the pain and tears to the web of angels.
Maybe your soul cannot be mended,
Maybe your life and will has been expended,
Maybe the light in your eyes has begun to dull,
Maybe you want to escape from life on a broken scull,
But don't let go- you will see the beautiful web of angels.
Maybe you think that the world has shut down on you,
Maybe this wasn't the life you wanted and drew,
Maybe the darkness you fear is closing in,
Maybe you feel your world beginning to spin,
But it isn't, because out there for you is the web of angels.
Maybe you cannot bear the pain any longer,
Maybe you are weakening and will never get stronger,
Maybe you do not want to go on with it all,
Maybe you have tried and cannot break the wall,
But you can do it if you believe in the web of angels.
Maybe you feel nothing more than
Heaven... Or Hell? MY FIRST ONE SO NO HATE PLEASEHeaven... Or Hell? by ~ellie524soccer
All the little children that were having fun on the playground scurried fearfully away as Rachel Green approached. She scnickered as their petty little faces whimpered at her from behind the rose bushes that lined the edges of the playground.
Out of the blue, she yelled, "Get lost, you jerks!"
A little girl about the age of six screamed and blurted out, "You... You s-said th-the 'j' word!"
"Dammit, bitches, just piss off!" screamed Rachel irritatedly.
The children knew better than to argue and some with tears streaming down their faces, ran off towards the grass field in a hurry. Rachel smirked as the frightened kids scattered from the playground. Skipping to the set of swings with metal chains and blue plastic seats, she stood on one of the bendy seats and began to swing. After a few swings, she jumped off, landed on two feet
AloneJanuary 31, 2013Alone by =Lady-Luck03
Am I invisible or just unheard? Maybe a little of both? Or maybe I’m just ignored. Whatever the case, I can certainly say that I’m alone. No, I don’t mean lonely. I mean alone. Sure, I have organizations and clubs that I’m a part of. I have a wonderful woman whom I am a disciple to. I’ve even got a best friend who does the stupidest shit with me. And I’m more than happy with that. But every night when I’m lying in bed saying my final prayer of the day that lonesome shadow wraps around me.
I grew up as the outsider looking inside. In Houston, I was the youngest and smallest of my friends. In Ada, I was the new girl. In Danville, I was the silent bookworm. At home, I’m the eldest of four and the only girl. The sad part is that I’m still outside. I feel like I’m invisible or unheard but perhaps I’m just stubborn and have rendered myself blind to the person holding his/her hand out to me.
But I cringe at the
Thoughts: Still Alive by Lisa MiskovskyFor me, this is actually quite an uplifting song. It was shown to me by a dear friend and each time a listen to it, I think of him. He's the friend that I won't allow any closer than an arm's length away. Close enough to help but far enough to not cause any harm. It sounds like a selfish thing to do but it's the right thing to do.Thoughts: Still Alive by Lisa Miskovsky by =Lady-Luck03
Here's the thing, he's one of those temptations that distract in my life. It's not entirely his fault but I do lay some of the blame on him because he's always trying to bring me down. I know that he doesn't always mean it but even the jokes have an effect on me because I can see what they would do to me.
That's why I like this song. It reflects exactly how I feel about him. I will not apologize for making the choice to choose God over him. When I walk down my path in the Lord's light I make sure that my friend sees faith and not pride, though I don't think he cares enough to differentiate the two but I digress. I want others to see faith so that I am the pro
Thoughts: Running Up That Hill by PlaceboI’m not entirely sure why I choose this song but lately it’s been making me think about how I’m living my life. In my opinion, I don’t think that I’m leading a bad life but when I hear this song, I just feel convicted by the Lord. I’m partially happy that I feel this way because it means that I’m aware that I’m doing something wrong. However, it means that I’m doing something I shouldn’t or that I’m not doing something that I should.Thoughts: Running Up That Hill by Placebo by =Lady-Luck03
Honestly, I think it’s a little of both. Tonight I had to skip Bible study for a stupid club meeting and I was heartbroken. I know it’s not the end of the world because I’m going to tomorrow night’s but still, I feel like I’m making the Lord run up a never ending hill when it should be me in that position. I take two steps forward and then get distracted and fall four steps behind.
The speaker of this song claims that he is “tearing the “you” a
EndingsWhile reading through Mercy by Kathleen Peirce, it was easy to see that she prefers to end her pieces with subtle open resolutions. Two of her poems that really stood out to me were “This December They Would Speak of Having a Child” and “Elegy for Marion Peirce” because both are similar in content but both poems have endings with very different effects.Endings by =Lady-Luck03
“This December They Would Speak of Having a Child” ends with the image of the woman straightening one the apples that were mentioned at the beginning of the poem. At first the woman hesitates to fix the apple but when she takes a second look at it she straightens it. While she’s holding it the speaker of the poem goes into great depth in the metaphor of the apple and what it makes the speaker think of. “Its sealed simple form is hard in her hand,/ but light,/ as a thought of a thing,/ light, and look, recognizable.” The poem leaves the reader with this image of the apple and w
A monologueDear student that is with me now in my final hour, you cannot even begin to fathom how I feel at this moment. I wish that I could say that I am happy to have someone with me but I cannot because I do not know happiness. You see, I have lived my entire life at a distance from the world and my readers with an attitude of indifference. I do not regret such a life but it was also not my choice to live in such a way.A monologue by =Lady-Luck03
Within me are a number of images that tell a story of indifference. That’s right, I am a narrative poem that written in such a way as to show a story while showing no real emotion of my own. My poet used such beautiful images but when humans read me they feel nothing. I remember times when I grew weary of this tone of indifference about me.
Alas, what I carry with me is a wonderful thing that I enjoy ever so much to look over again and again but I also wonder why my poet made her decisions. The fire written within me was quite a sight, do not misunderstand, but it was a c
Just Wait [DarylxReader] Ch. 3What time was it?Just Wait [DarylxReader] Ch. 3 by ~nightraven010
Your body didn't so much as twitch as the question flared up in your mind, as it had countless times before. Your stiff muscles hardly allowed any movement without a great deal of will behind it, the factor of which you were strongly lacking in. Time. Time had all but become the heat filtering through the rafters in relentless waves. Time had become all but the sharp sting of dirt in your cuts and dull pain from your bruises. Time had become all but torture worse than any being could ever inflict. Day and night were communicated only by the cycle of unbearably hot to icicle cold. And sometimes you would miss it due to the fluctuation of consciousness that you endured.
Those days seemed to stretch on forever with no endpoint in mind.
What time was it?
You weren't really sure why your mind hated you so much, to ask you these questions when you had no way of knowing them. Calling out to whoever stood guard at the door only earned you silence. Your drifting
The Hard Part [Daryl x Reader] Ch. 2The only signal that you were regaining consciousness was from the echoed blur of words that slurred their way through your ears, doing so as incoherently as if they were being spoken underwater.The Hard Part [Daryl x Reader] Ch. 2 by ~nightraven010
The voices came back clearer than before, pulling you again from the numb sea of black that sloshed around in your head. Your mind lazily pulled together some of the sounds into words, forming a brief "not too much I can do for" before blanking out again.
When your second-long dip back into unconsciousness was again ruined by foreign voices, you began to subconsciously string together what you heard into words, and them into sentences as your mind groggily began to function.
"How the hell'd she find this place anyways?" you heard someone ask.
A sudden shift of voice threw you off for a moment, this one male, but you caught the end of his statement.
"-wandering around, probably. Not one of your friends?"
"Never seen 'er before."
"Mm. Well, I guess we'll know soon enough," the male voi
The Black Bullets Ch. 8Looker called an ambulance to haul poor young James away. He seemed relatively fine until he was told he had to go to the hospital. Then he started freaking out and begged not to go. As much pain as he was in, he acted like it wasn't an option for him.The Black Bullets Ch. 8 by ~TheBlackBullets
Meanwhile, Looker had to ask us a bunch of questions about the incident.
“Why are you asking, you were right there,” I said, leaned against the wall.
“Just doing my job,” Looker said, clicking his pen and putting it in his pocket.
“James, can you come with me for a second,” Looker said, grabbing my arm.
“Okay, but I need to help walking. I didn't bring my crutches.”
He led me over to the ambulance where they were loading up the boy.
“Before you go, can you take care of this guy,” Looker asked.
“Sure,” the paramedic said, “He shouldn’t take long.”
Just the Beginning [DarylxReader] Ch.1A scream shredded through the air of the forest, the guttural moans and yells from the Walker raising in response. The shrill sound never morphed into a word of 'help', never conforming into the universal plea for salvation. There was no help. There was no salvation. That was a fact you had accepted long ago.Just the Beginning [DarylxReader] Ch.1 by ~nightraven010
Your heartbeat pounded ferociously in your chest, beating twice for every one time your leg hit the ground. Blood roared in your ears, too loud to hear the crunching of leaves and grass as your feet blazed across them, but not loud enough to block out the sounds of the flesh-eater that now called you its prey. You could hear it behind you; God, it moved fast. Your legs were already tiring, weakened by the jarring impact of it to the ground combined with the never-ending trek that had occupied your night. You could feel your pulse in your head, hammering with every sight.
Tree. Shrub. Look back. Walker.
The wind tore past you, latching onto your tattered clothes like fingers malici
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