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Thump. Beat.Follow the sound of your heartbeat.
For there, there shall always be a rhythm.
It will not sound like any sound you have heard before.
Yet you will know every volume
As if you had been hearing the same song for every day of your life
Since you first gasped.
And the beat began.
SshRace to the beating trail of your own heart,Listen to the own sound of your feet running for the abyssful wonder of a dream,Look to the flight of your wings in your eyes that are always searching with the clouds high above, Feel the bliss of your puffing breath gasps of leaving the world of black and white to chase after a red butterfly.And Ssh as you learn to know the gentle screaming voice around you, the words the voice are you, learning not lost, but searching.
Sadness in the StormRain drops trickle down upon my eyes, my eyes that burn with a sadness and spread in the raindrops like a fire that has lost it's hold,scolding my cheeks in it's fury,
I think it has spread to my heart thus well.
Thunder sounds it's roar, and deafens the ears of the other creatures near,drowning my saddened & forgotten cries in its immortal ecstasy, so we may mask our voices together.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in there gently dark curtains.
The lightning stretches it being across the sky to strike down fear of passers by, so that no one but the storm will brave my side.
The Wind howls through the mountains and tree's just to embody me in it's grasp, bringing with it the whispers of the world.
My path is shaded in a yellowish hue, lit by a thousand lightning bugs,they show me the way while I am lost,the path upon this floating field of gold I walk.
Imagination of Prettier DayI sit here now and stare I may, I can't imagine, A prettier day. The storm clouds are comeing & sunshine day is turning way. Moonlight is rising, the fairies they come to play, dancing & frolicking in a music you cannot hear, Poisen Ivy is becoming a flower and death is playing chess with god this hour.Checkmate they say as a dragon is saved & a man becomes a slave, Madness is strolling in the midnight hues hunting for a victim both old and new. Here comes the devil, fashioned in light,Caring with him, an invisible fright, an unwinable fight. The nymphs are drowning in there own lake, such a shame, I guess they'll be late. Mother nature is having tea with a human this eve, my oh my, what a party! Dancer and Prancer are playing pranks, while santa picks out a new pair of sleys. Sorrow and Pain, one and the same, are walking the planks for the pirate queen Shanks. Succubis is playing with all the men as they follow her in her flanks, the dead are rising and pigs are flying, a werewolf is
The Rose and It's GuardianLong ago there was a Guardian, who was told that he was to forever guard over and protect a rose.
In a grassy valley surrounded by the forest, a single tree grew in it's middle and by it the rose, and it was there the Guardian sat. In snow, In leaves, In wind, in heat... never onc
The Gentlemans Dance
A Goddess of fire and spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night, all who would see her would run with fright, but one gentlemen on a moonlight night, took out his hand to the lady, the Goddess, upon the broken stones, and asked her for a final dance, a single romance. The night was there music the moon there spotlight, the graves there audience and there hearts the witness's of the night the gentleman, danced with the Goddess for a single night.
Long ago in ancient times there was a Goddess that weighed the fates. She did it without mercy and cared not how they screamed when her fates dealed low. She cared not a single teardrop. That is until came the time she was to pass judgment upon a small child, a girl with fire ember hair. She had stolen bread from a market nearby and for this the goddess, cruel as she was, sentenced, and fated her to die. She expected the girl to cry, to plead for life, to fall upon her knees as death embraced her face. But she didn't! Instead she reached out her hand and touched the Goddess upon her face and smiled without disgrace as her small figure turned into the first snowflakes of winters rain. And the goddess, being the cruel fater she was, cried ice, for the first time.
Feeling for the first time so terrible and sad, she gathered the snow from which she had fated the girl and layed them into her scales, freezing in time forevermore, so they may never melt away.... and she turn hersel
Bleeding love in this heartless realm, bleeding in a body that is suppose to be cold, no love, nor hate, only time, only wait. I searched the stars a thousand times and saw nothing but flashing lights like the bright city street life, they all are the same, I am without a name. Fear and death, love and pain , hand and hand, nothing to be gained. The wish to fly, the desire to swim, the desire to be, greedy aren't we. Leaves from the cherry tree drifting through, silently, unlike you, so like me. A stare is spared but is forgotten as the bell tolls a second has passed. Future and present, past and unknown, knowledge we want , time we need. Dreams and hopes are all we have, bread and butter isn't shared, love me or hate me, the options of life. but I, for either, choose neither, I care not a single breath. stare and stare is all I shall do, but in the end, I am just You.
Moonlit Night Were have you gone, my Moonlit Night.
I am waiting here again, yet another night, under forest shadows, the midnight summer mist and forgotten wisps, surrounding me. I am waiting here for you. I cannot utter a word as the silent hours go by, the fairies and things of dream filled nights, dance around me for hope of a smile, but I only get lonelier and sadder with the sound of a wolf howl so far, so near. An illusion, that you are here. I can only speak one word of how these nights feel, but will you hear me? Or am I just an echo, never reaching. I don't know, but I do know, brother, I miss you so.
I turn cold because of youHeartless woman I am
You claim I'm the one who left you
You did no wrong
You said you showed how much of a man you are
I didn't have the soul to see it in you
I made unclear decisions
I should be one who need to apologize
I need to keep my promises
But can't we set this drama aside and talk?
I'm sick of you not being able to hear my side
I'm tired of crying along to the broken hearted songs
I'm done begging for forgiveness
Hear my story
Listen to me
I did gave you everything I could
I loved you sincerely
I stayed strong for you
You only did the sweet talks
You flirt with a touch
You cockblock when I spoke with someone I'm not interested
You hardly showed the love
I can't help but wanting to blame you for turning me cold
You made me heartless
Before you walk out and continue to tell the world I'm heartless
Take a second
Cut out all these nonsense
Sit down and talk to me
EmptyI am constantly frozen
Burning from the cold
My heart feels like an icebox
As well as my soul
Everything I tell you
Pierces my kind heart
Rips me limb from limb
And stutters my first start
To say I feel pathetic
Is the lightest way to say
I wish that I could curl up
And sleep in bed all day
.For all my friends, whether close or casual, just because.
One of the longest post I will ever do, and the most real too. Everyone will go through some hard times at some point.
Life isn't easy.
Just something to think about.
Did you know the people that are the strongest are usually the most sensitive?
Did you know the people who exhibit the most kindness are the first to get mistreated? Did you know the ones who take care of others all the time are usually the ones who need it the most?
Did you know the three hardest things to say are I love you, I'm sorry, and help me?
Sometimes just because a person looks happy, you have to look past their smile to see how much pain they may be in.
To all my friends who are going through some issues right now--let's start an intention avalanche.
We all need positive intentions right now.
If I don't see your name, I'll understand.
May I ask my friends wherever you might be, to kindly copy and paste this for one hour to give a moment of support
The darkness that I had lived in.This dark age to where I had lived
all my life I had been drowned in a black sea
to which I could not find the light to see.
Every day I dread
Knowing that I would always be alone
I had accepted this as my fate
to which I had only tooken the bate
to forever stay here
I let the dark grow in within me
letting it take my body and soul
to know that no one now will lend me a hand
as for I had became a killer to man
The blood that had stained I
only got cousumed by the darkness that I bore
it burnt me right down to the core
For the flame inside had went out and to be never lit again
Why did My life turn out to be this?
Why did I accept that this was alright?
I may not be dying
I only long for someone,
someone to just stay by my side.
Someone to be the light in my dark
with these feeling which I can not bark.
Though I did have one
one person to stay with me
if I liked it or not he was always there
To be continued:
The broken doll
BookmarkI've forgotten who I am,
Just like you have,
Did I ever matter to you?
I'm not sure now,
Maybe you used me,
Until you went away,
To make new friends.
I was nothing but,
A torn piece of paper,
That you used as a bookmark,
In the novel of your life,
Until you could find,
A real one.
Eliot was mistakenMidsummer finds me
burrowed under a pile of blankets
biting at my fingertips
that I could insinuate myself
between the cracks in my psyche
like so many dandelions on the sidewalk.
Everything Means Nothing To YouI belong in your arms,
You belong on the stage,
And apparently those two things,
Just don't mix.
You're learning so many things,
How to love me.
Making so many friends,
But losing me,
The person you said meant everything to you.
I guess "everything",
Isn't much now is it?
Not if you can throw me away,
Almost six months together,
That might seem like such a long time,
But it's not.
Not to me.
Not to the person who wants to be with you,
Until her last, dying breath.
I guess I could make that come sooner,
Maybe I'll get my wish,
And you'll get your freedom back.
What does it take?What does it take
to describe how I feel?
Pain or crying,
I'll go through it all,
Anything for you,
I'll go through the worst,
And thereafter hide,
All that I ask is that
I get to be by your side,
Because all of this,
Is nothing compared to,
How long I must spend here,
Living without you.
Red Lipstick. I was in love with a girl. Her hair was long and black like a crow, as for her eyes, they were an ice chilling blue. Her lips always colored in gorgeous red lipstick. That red always stuck out on her snow white skin, same for her eyes.
She was haunting yet enchanting to gaze upon. That's why I was in love with her so dearly.
I watched her from day to day. In school or after school, she was a light and I was a moth. I couldn't stay away. Though you could say I was stalking her, obsessing over her. Wanting to just grab her and keep her tucked away from others, from her own life, like a bird in a cage.
One day I found her alone. Her body laid still in the grass, eyes shut from reality, the only thing popped out were those red lips. I knelt down to her brushing my hand against her face. You couldn't imagine how happy I was to be near her. To touch her. I smiled wi
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
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