Some wonder if they should jump down that Deep Dark Hole, Should they follow the White Rabbit, but what they don't realize, is before they can even think these thoughts, our feet are already moving.
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.
Race to the rhythm of the quick, beating motions of your heart.
Listen to the heavy sounds of your feet as they are running, running then stumbling, and standing to chase again, the abyssal wonders of a dream.
Look up into the deep blue skies as your eyes spread themselves out upon winged imaginations, and search with curious nature among the clouds.
Feel the bliss of aching feet that are to tired to go on, but still do, and sore lungs gasping desperately for breath as they carry you on, on as you run to leave the world of black and white and chase after a red butterfly.
Silence, as you learn to get to know the gentle voice that is screaming around you. Screaming for you to hear it.
For the words it speaks, and the voice it calls in, is yours.
Sadness in the StormI hear the sounds of oncoming storms on the horizon and muddled yelling that gets further away with every step.
When finally my feet decide to come to a stop, I am already seeing the dry green grass that is tickling between 10 dirty toes through blurry visions. My eyes are on fire, and burning within themselves on kindles grown of sadness. Fires cannot be contained, Nor controlled. tears falls along my cheeks, and leaves a burn every where it touches. Another tear for every sadness.
I feel the rain drops, and they trickle down upon my eyes. They are like a cool gentle touch.
I raise my head, and I hide it, screaming out either way. My throat hurts like vines of thorns have grown along inside it, and I scream even more.
The thunder roars, and its voice is stronger, louder. It would surely deafen the ears of any others, and drown out my own saddened & forgotten cries.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in the
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
The Goddess of fire, the Goddess of spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night.
All who would see her would run with fright, for she was a fierce-some, powerful sight.
But there was one man, upon one night, who took out his hand, to the lady of spice.
He asked of her a single dance, a single night, for a single romance.
The night was their music, the moon their light, the stars their audience, and their hearts the motion in which they stepped.
For their was one gentleman, upon one night, who danced with a lady, a goddess of spice, for a single night.
A Single Romance.
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.
30 sad quotesSad Quotes
~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
If I ever make a mistake,
It's not that I love you
It's thinking that someday you'll love me too.
~Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it just means that you're strong enough to let go.
~The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
~Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt.
~My heart was taken
Phineas and Ferb: Isabella's Foot Fetish!One day Phineas and Ferb were sitting outside, under the tree they always sitdown in, and when they were thinking on what they are going to do today, Isabella walked in their yard saying her catch-phrase "Watcha Doing" Phineas replied "Nothing much, we really don't know what we want to do today", as Phineas was still thinking on what to do today, he staired down on Isabella's feet and got a evil looking grin on his face
Phineas then said "I know what we are going to do today"
Phineas then write down what they need for what they are going to build to Ferb, then Ferb ran to the store, to buy the items
Isabella said , "So what are you guys making'
Phineas replied 'O those are things I made up, to make Ferb busy, come to my room Isabella, their is something I want to do to you, that you might enjoy
Isabella smiled as she followed Phineas to his room, Isabella then said, 'So what did you want to do to me;
Phineas said "Just sit down here on my bed, and let me remove those nice pink shoes yo
OtakuIt's not a cartoon, it's "Anime".
It's not a comic book, it's "Manga".
It's not homosexual, it's "Yaoi".
It's not lesbian, it's "Yuri".
It's not porn, it's "Hentai".
It's not erotic, it's "Ecchi".
It's not pedophile, it's "Lolicon".
It's not gay, it's "Shonen-ai".
It's not slutty, it's "Fan Service".
It's not costume, it's "Cosplay".
It's not a dating show, it's "Harem".
It's not a fetish, it's "Moe".
It's not a drawing, it's "Doujinshi".
It's not a bipolar girl, it's "Tsundere".
It's not a schizophrenic girl, it's "Yandere".
It's not sexual aberration, it's "Eroguro".
It's not a sex game, it's "Eroge".
It's not Chinese animation, it's "Japanimation".
I'm not a geek, I'm a "Otaku".
Jackson JekyllX Reader chapter 2.The week went by quickly,it soon turned into months.It's a bright,summer morning,and you wake up in your bedroom on a Saturday.The bright and warm sunshine peeks through your blinds,you sit up yawning and stretching before getting a big smile across your face. Today your going to hang out with Jackson at the Maul. Your phone rings. "Hey ___!" "Hey Jackson! We still going to the Maul today?" "Of course!"
"Great! I'll meet you there! K,bye." "Bye." You quickly put on your most cutest outfit you can find in your fearsome closet,then do your hair and make up.Then take off.
Jackson waves his pale hand at you as soon as he spots you. "______ over here." "Hey Jackson." You give him a sweet smile.Jackson smiled,before taking your hand,leading you into the Maul.He leads you to the electronics shop to look at a few flash drives for Jackson's new laptop,and a new screen for his phone,due to his last "Quarrel" with Manny Minotaur.You follow him into the store.He looked at the flash drives,w
JacksonJekyllXReader chapter 3."Hey,Jackson,what happened back at the Maul? Call me back.....Okay? Okay...Bye. Call me back." You said as you hung up your phone,and sighed."What happened? He just,bolted." You continued walking down the street back to your house,you walk in then go to your room. "Hopefully,he'll call me back.." You said,laying on your bed. 'Tap' 'Tap' 'Tap' "What the..." You looked at your window,it was dark outside now. Night's over taken day. "He-e-e-llloooo." The male said as you opened your window. This boy wasn't anyone you particularly remember,he has blue skin,and flames for hair. A red leather jacket,an under shirt,black and white on opposite sides like the Yin and Yang symbol. A tattoo on his face,the crescent shape going around his eye. A silver eye brow piercing,obviously new. He had a wide,exhilerating grin. "Hi?" You said curiously,who was he,and how the heck did he find your house? "The name's Holt Hyde,Miss Fine." He said in a cocky tone. "I'm ____." "Whoo,baby,that's a hot,hot name."