ToWriteTogether

We were beautiful. but our separate worlds have broken us apart, embedded its shadows into our muted screams. so let it cut up our love and snip it into p iec es, and let tragedy crawl into existence with its wilted bamboo limbs, let the ocean wind blow what’s left of it                                                                    away, and we will be inches apa rt, but still too far to be close. let our monsters look like us with bloody ribs of ink and debarment,         empty hearts swallowed by their darkness i guess we never would've made it anyway. never. i guess our forbidden dreams won't ever come true. ever. but

The Sorceress and The Cyborg 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 t

Maybe you have suffered hurt and pain, 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 begi

For 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. 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

The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it. Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the