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ShatteredShe remembers it now; there’s blood (oh yes she can remember the blood thick and red and sticky and dead) and pain (it’s what she is made of now what she will be) and the feeling of something inside her mind snapping like a guitar string (it’s a musical sound almost pretty she takes care of it and remembers the sound of unrepairable) shattering and bleeding and disappearing in tiny supernovas that leave behind a strange urge to smile and the icy knowledge that this is what she is; shattered.
She smiles into the darkness, eyes open but unable to see (they took care of that they did), arms wrapped around her torso and legs (at least the one she can move without pain she is pain why) pressed against her chest.
They turn on the light but it’s not them and she blinks as her eyes try to adjust to the brightness (it hurts so but she missed it why did she not remember) and they’re strangers (she doesn’t think she can trust them but her body is limp and her m
Love is CruelLove is cruel.
There is no doubt in my mind about this. Love is as cruel as it is kind.
It is the curve of her jaw and the silhouette of her face I study the most. she is lovely, free and happy as a bird and with the depth and beauty of a mountain lake 'neath a full moon. Sometimes the secretive veil of darkness pulls back and I am allowed to look at what resides deep down. I am captured; mesmerised by these brief glimpses of what makes her her.
I hang on to her words and her beautiful accent more than I let show. She is important to me; far more so than she knows. When she speaks I listen.
I love her. Fully and with all my heart, I love her. I do not know if she feels the way I do, but I pray she does. Love unreturned is a slow poison.
How BarrenHow barren, this land
Once home to thousands
How empty, these hands
Begging for food
How silent, the pantheon
Sworn to protect them
How unjust, the fate
Assigned to the poor
MonochromeA garden clad in darkness
With shadows all around
A beating heart of blackened stone
With veins of rubies crowned
A moving star crossing skies alone
The day is dead, the night has come
Vanilla swirls in bowls of blood
A taste of wild and tame
A figure in a darkened hood
Never quite the same
A howling moon so far away
The desert crawls with life today
Swimming in the river deep
An ancient beast is deep asleep
Buried treasure 'neath the tree
Not for mortal eyes to see
A pen on paper, scratching words
Monochrome, a page of blurs
Light in darkness, shining weak
Frightened children for it seek
Yet, once the fleeting light is found
Cold ashes resting on the ground
Sunrise over mountains high
A painter gives a grateful sigh
Quiet reigns where sound should be
A storm is raging silently
The scratching stops, the paper curls
A hand no longer with us furls
Whispers the WindWhispers the wind
In the hours of day
O'er the noise
Of life, as it passes
Whispers the wind
In the hours of night
In the silence
Of dark, as it passes
Whispers the wind
In the hours between
In changing light
And sound, as it rests
LightA being at the very edge of his vision was kneeling over the fallen human. It was weaving strands of glimmering light in a web over her chest, the thin threads passing through each other and sticking in seemingly random places as she worked. The fine weave pulsed gently as it hovered just above her chest save for where the being had delicately pressed one fingertip down to attach it to the dead woman. The being then wove the connected strands into each other, and soon one thin fiber of light was attached to each of the fingertips on her right hand. She raised her hand then, gathering the strands and gently pressing them to the palm of her hand before spreading her fingers out again, letting her hand hover in the air for a few moments. The body was lifted off the ground, only a few inches, as if the little light threads were puppet strings. The strands of light glowed brighter and the world seemed to hold its breath when she brought her hand down, fingers still spread and palm flat. The
Grey and silverIn a world of grey and silver
Colours muted by the fog
I stand silent in the snowscape
With a smile of grateful joy
I see the hidden beauty
In a bleak and quiet day
The lack of sound is calming
Wish it could stay this way
This landscape that I tell of
Is never far away
As fog and frost still rule the world
You'll see it too
I promise you
There Are SeashellsSoft sunlight
And the sound of waves
It’s a beautiful sight
So different from his
Final resting place
There are seashells here
Peacock BlueThe sky is blue. It’s a beautiful shade, the colour of peacock feathers. I stand on a green hill underneath a blue sky and smile at the warm, yellow sunlight.
A gentle breeze rustles in the leaves and tousles the long grass as I close my eyes. Soft footsteps sound behind me, slightly out of sync with the wind. That’s how I hear her.
She comes to stand beside me on the hill, and her top is a link between the sky and the grass, beautiful and green-blue. She smiles at me and I smile back.
“Thunderstorm’s coming,” she says. I nod.
We stand together and watch torn clouds the colour of bruised lead close over the peacock blue sky. Somewhere lightning flashes, the momentary flare of light illuminating her face and making her features stand out in sharp relief. I take her hand.
We will weather this storm together. Because behind wild clouds of bruised lead there is a sky the colour of peacock feathers and a warm, yellow sun.
Ticklish Trouble Maker-BullyA Ticklish Trouble Maker
When I was much younger I had a friend named Conner. Well actually, he was more of an acquaintance than a friend. I thought of him as a friend of a friend. Anyway, Conner was infamous. He had the reputation of being a trouble maker, and was famous for picking on other kids. I mean this kid got down right nasty sometimes. I remember seeing him beat up on other kids, tease them, and call them names, etc. Most of the time, when such things happened, I removed myself from the situation. I never wanted to be part of such things, so I didn't. But, I did remain friendish with Conner despite these things.
Side Note: (For some reason, Conner never really tried to picking on me. Not sure why, I wonder if it was because he thought I might fight back or something? Or maybe it was because I was slightly bigger than him? Who knows)
Anyway, you would have thought this kid was invincible. The way he
4-easy-steps-to-getting-your-manBelow you will find a foolproof guide on how to pick up guys. I like to call it the Four Easy Steps To Degradi- *cough* Getting Your Man.
The very first step of FEST is to make a trip to your local timber and hardware store and purchase four tubs of burnt orange paint, this should be enough to last you a week. Once you arrive home you will need to apply the paint to your skin, leave for thirty minutes and apply another coat. Don’t worry if you still have patches of white or darker splodges of orange, this is an acceptable trend. The end result should be a lovely, uneven burnt orange glow, that’s sure to catch the attention of your love interest.
To go with your brand new skin you are obviously going to need a new hair do. This will involve another trip out of the house, this time to the local chemist. Once at the store you will need to invest in large quantities of peroxide. At home it is your job to use this peroxide to create dead look
my internet blows.streaming is much harder with my internet than i thought -.- i'm still doing it tho. < http://www.twitch.tv/holloweddoll > the thing in the is the link~ if yah wanna watch just go there^-^<3
Pool The pool is awesome! I like this pool because it has a Jacuzzi and a pool. Because the pool is pretty and warm, I can swim under and on the water. If you wanna go to the pool it's wear Nee-san (Esnia) lives.
Yuki is me. Yuki is going to the pool and then she is going to the Jacuzzi.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Yuki (me). Yuki was going to a pool. She really did. I'm going to the pool, today, because I'm Yuki. I like pools and Jacuzzi-es.
Mother NatureThe boat went down
The rest have died
Only four men are alive
The Capitan wounded
Keep on rowing through the storm
There is hope just up ahead
Was it abandoned long ago?
The waves want us to drown
The birds are laughing at us now
Tiring further into night
Nothing to go by wrong or right
While other three sleep the night away
One man awake must stay
The water invades our only hope
The shore in sight but no help to find
The waves won’t let us reach the shore
One man running waving hard
His coat up high in still the storm
Look now here comes more
The boat is gone
We have to swim
Each man look out for only him
Three men alive
And one man drown
In the water he lies face down
Shame, for he the hardest worked
Mother Nature doesn’t care
No Mirrors Please!My bathroom has no mirrors. Only a little one above the sink. There used to be one as tall as I was on one of the walls, but I took it down. Why? Well, when I tried to explain this to my mother, she didn’t believe me, so I’ll try with you.
I believe that other people can see me. As if the mirror was actually a window. It’s part of the reason—well, it’s the ENTIRE reason—why I still had a towel wrapped around me as I cast my big mirror suspicious glances. No, I don’t have a problem with my reflection; it’s just the mirrors in my house. I never check myself out or wear clothing where I could see more skin than necessary. I just stare at myself with serious expressions so that the person on the other side looking at me won’t make fun of me.
Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s just my state of mind. So please, if you see me and you have a mirror, don’t go around showing it to me because they’re just as bad as a
I decided to finally write this after the following fateful incident...
My mom had put Levi in the dryer, and he had shrunk. Well, he didn't really shrink, but his fur became all clumped. He wasn't fluffy anymore. That's why I never put stuffed animals in the dryer. But Levi.. THE Levi, my dear Levi, he was ruined. As soon as my mum said she'd washed him, I burst out crying. I often burst out crying when confronted with something related to Levi, and this stuffed animal, a lovely Webkinz Signature Barn Owl, was one of them. But Levi wasn't just a plush owl, no, it's the person he was named after. If you've had a good scout around my profile, you may have come across that name a lot: quotes, characters, poems, plushes named after him. And if you're wondering who he is, well.. I decided to tell his tale.
It's a tale made in childhood, "when my head wasn't screwed on tight", as I refer to that time. I had just begun middle school, grade six. There were some people from my old school, and
PuppyLittle puppies, everywhere, crawling on top of one another trying to catch the eye of the people passing by, we can only take one, we can only have one. I try to recall my mother’s words to me when I see all ten of them barking, jumping, and generally loving the attention they are getting. I wish I could take them all, and I think mother would let me, if we had the room, so we look at each one, very carefully and soon we find the one. Almost all black with white paws, a white streak on his nose, and some white on his chest; he is the cutest thing I have every laid my eyes on. We scoop up the little one and take him home with us. Everyone at home loves him, well except our aging lap dog who really just doesn’t like other dogs, we play and play and soon he’s sleeping under the table and so are we.
Oh I love him, I could kiss his sweet face and play all day, but as my mother warned me, ‘the only reason they are so cute is so you don’t kill them when they make
The Bond of Existence: Prologue Chapter 1The Bond of Existence: Prologue Chapter 1: An "Average" Morning of a Weekday
13.75 Billion years later
"Today has come" A mysterious voice said as the dream appeared. What was happening was that a 18 year old male was fighting another figure of pure darkness inside some sort of energy core room. As the fight went on the figure stabbed the dark embodiment with one of his swords "Your reign ends here" The figure said and as the dark form was stabbed the dark embodiment said with a wicked grin "Well let's see if your right about that cause..We will meet again you bug" He said before disappearing into a dark shadowy fog. The dream then begins to disappear like warped out of the mind and then we come back into reality with the figure waking up "What the hell?" The figure woke up from a recurring dream he had "Damn it..it happened again. That dream.. Just what the hell is going on?" He was still drowsy and said "Maybe I shouldn't of taken that dare to play Demon Souls, Dark Souls, and
GeysirLocated a little north of a field full of steaming holes and boiling water, the geysir sits quietly after the last eruption, which threw many liters of boiling water almost 20 meters into the air. Now, after water has finished rushing down into the for a while seemingly bottomless hole, the geysir sits silent and still.
For a while all is quiet, and the water steams passively in the cold air. Deceptively immobile on the surface, the warmth in the ground heats the water, already nearly a hundred degrees celsuis hot, to even higher temperatures. The weight of the water on top of this superheated bubble keeps it liquid, at least for the time being.
On the surface, a few bubbles break in the still, cold air. The geysir is coming alive.
For a short while, nothing happens. Then the water suddenly rises, threatening to let out the bubble of superheated steam that is forming below. But the weight of the water is still enough to keep the geysir from erupting, and so it only breathes instead, in
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