the bravest thing you can do now... by Always-Tea-Time, literature
Literature
the bravest thing you can do now...
Dying doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
It's a quiet event, as you listen to your breath slow and the drumming of your heartbeat getting softer and softer and softer. There is a writhing, a gasping. The song of gurgling, like when a child puts a glass of water to their mouth and blows out bubbles . . . A smile forms on Ryan's lips as they attempt to imitate laughter and the same cheeky smile their brother would give them as Mama stared at Rhett to stop that right now, you silly child. But Ryan could hear the laughter in her voice, as they always did. Mama always found them funny, found them lovely.
Ryan is blowing into a g
Spin around yourself and leap
The wintersmith will take your hand
Dance with me above the leaves
Bid winter welcome to your land
Whirlling flakes fly throug the air
The summer whispers a farewell
The cold wind playing with your hair
Has caught you in his little spell
Now dance with me, my lovely child
You touched me and aroused my mind
Enflamed my heart with warming light
Now dance with me, become my bride
I held you, darling, in this night
But every year my life will end
You were my wife, you were my bride
I will remind the time we spend
My love, I touched your very mind
I touched you and I kissed your lips
I tried to be your race, your
words like nicotine patches (i'm addicted) by Khaimin, literature
Literature
words like nicotine patches (i'm addicted)
if you've ever wondered
why poets say you instead
of i it's because we're completely terrified
of facing how empty we are
inside
(we are sand turned to glass,
falling through cracks
in the back of the world
i've forgotten how it feels to be alive)
Okayy... so, guys I kinda think I'm going out with someone... yeh.
Anyway heres how it went, as a joke i wanted to prank a guy I have liked for a while now, but I was kinda giving up on him..
But then I had to go and be a retard, and "say" That I really liked him.. and before I could say APRIL FOOLS.. He says he likes me back.. so I freaked out and left the room while a friend of mine continued on for me...
Later that friend of mine says he just asked me out... so I went completely bonkers and nearly slit my wrists.. Now I cant even talk to him over the phone, and now I've been pranked by this lil missy ---> ~simonethehedgehog (https://www.deviantart.com/simonethehedgehog) Sayi
The Danger of Untold Stories by Synesthi, literature
Literature
The Danger of Untold Stories
I believe in words. I believe in voices, the unique cries of human beings as they pour their soul out into the sky. But most of all, I believe in stories.
Stories, be they written or spoken or painted onto the walls of caves, reaffirm our humanity. They give us back our own heartbeat, that dull pulse of blood, but more than that they give us our minds. They let us reach back and see where we’ve been, what we felt, what we believed. They form a mirror, let us see who we are, who we were.
And I believe that everyone has a story that deserves to be heard. But more and more I’m seeing that only some stories get told. You have book
I cannot change what I am.
I will never believe that
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Even if I can't see it through the darkness
I keep fighting
Through bitterness
Through failure
Through rivers of tears
There is no end to this storm
I can't be convinced that
I will learn to love myself
I still have so many flaws, but
My beauty has faded away
In my uncertainties, and
Faith can't be restored
I won't tell myself that
I can change my fate
Because I know
My sorrow is eternal
It would be a lie if I said that
I can change what I've become
If I turn myself around
It's not too late.
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You know that feeling when you've just made up your mind, decided that it's now or never, and it can't be wrong? Yeah?
Well, I'm pretty sure some of that is just pure s*** made up by your brain as you go, like a precaution in case you get cold feet. Perhaps if I google it, I'll find some wiki page describing a wacky substance you produce once your nervousness reach a certain level.
Agh, but whatever might be lurking in my head, it doesn't change the fact that my feet are feeling rather chilled.
Because seriously, the nerves are ganging up on me with an intent to kill, and while there's a lot in this world I can hide from, the nerve impulse
I am wolf.
Come closer.
No, you come to me,
You are more free.
No, I will not harm you.
Thats me, tame as a shrew.
These fangs? Just for show.
And the eyes of dripping fire?
All the better to see you with, my dear.
I am no liar.
I am wolf.
Thats it. Lay your hand
On my grey-black back.
I wont attack.
I promise.
This string? It couldnt hold me.
The strongest chains couldnt hold me.
That is fact.
It is just so pretty, I dont want to rip
The six interwoven fibres from their knots.
I could have got you now,
If I had wanted. Now, could you slip,
The six interwoven fibres into slightly loos