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Daunted ReverieI grab the sheets and feel with fingertips
A chilled fabric, testament of
life without you
This quiet sleep without dreams
While the night still holds bright stars
And I gaze out the window wondering
if you ever will exist
Where I can hold you close and
A chiding laugh and I close my eyes
There is a whole lot of sky between
you and I
Which to a dreamer is not so daunting
But my wings are papier-mâché
Tearing in the collected rain of
this brutal reality
In which I can only close my eyes
In RememberanceIn Remembrance
Therein lies this emptiness
That simply wades through veins, festering
And spreading to every inch of the body
Where no one can see but choose to
And I long for the words to find
A way to simply scrape the surface
But they disintegrate before exposure
To a mind so consumed and devastatingly
Vacant where we were meant to spark
And create this growing life
To bring to a world where most want to sweep
Embarrassments and difficulties under
No meter or rhyme can clean it up
When something is indescribable
As the flickering elephant in the room
But even still my smile is sewn, my lips
All I know is the patience for inevitability
Because the world is temporary and
To drop anchor here is suicide for those
Who cannot swim amidst valueless waves of
But as the minute hand skitters the time steps
And I feel it slip into an abyss of abstractions
The world stands still for a split millennia of
Falling tears and stilled breath as I feel you for a
Within the Drum Within the Drum
The copper crept from within, a slow oozing trail staining its way. The notion that something wasn't quite right startled her awake. It was dark out still and she felt it weighing her down, a claustrophobic blanket of restriction. She reached up with soft fingertips, confused to graze a sticky path up her neck. The rough trail on her skin introduced a precipice of acceptance and the recollection of the doctor's warning. A lightning bolt hit and jolted her body out of its sleeping fold and into a tense knot. Turning her head slowly she waited for the next strike as the rockets burst in her head.
A Teaspoon For DrowningI visit many deviant profiles for writers and think to myself, "That could be me. They are so put together. Their writing just screams I AM ME! So little words, so many emotions. Truly beautiful and wonderful in a sparkly blender of Hellz yes!"
Fuck. Testing testing .where is your voice?
Not over here.
Venom Veracity Venom Veracity
I drink a cup of coffee, the aroma of a sigh enveloped by my skin. A tranquil moment. Pensive.
Perhaps if I had known that he would drag her away by the wrists, I might have skittered along the time steps. Avoiding the sparkling stars, their sharp edges never to slice her forearms. The crimson congealing to my skin, so chafed. Bleeding rubies.
Some secrets scuttle into the cracks. And words cannot survive the violence of the mutilation. The clenched jaw, starving screams. I carried the naïveté of her in a pen, ebony splashes dancing. When the water refuted the stars, she lost balance. Catch her.
Held in splintered animosity, the grin of victory scal
The AshesNo one can touch us anymore. You must have not known or else you would be here with me. Right?
Our world is burning
The song is beautiful. It reaches out and grasps my dying fingers. Like a Polaroid, the emotions slowly come into focus, colors and details getting more and more brilliant
I begin to cry. How do I show you? My words have died and they are decaying within me. My tears are ink, and they drop to the burning world, stained and unrecognizable to any who cared to take a look. If I had been able to show you, would then you have stayed for me?
I screamed, the sky r i p p l e d
You didnt notice. You have forgotten how to look up.
You just never cared like I always did
Listening, watching, waiting
Dawns PreludeRetreat is quiet and swift. I sit up, soft sheets falling around my hips as I blink blue depths, ever staring in the distance. Like the sparklers' story, it is fading before my eyes with sparks dying, though I saw its brilliance but moments ago. Stumbling out of bed in a daze, I try to grasp hold of Times retreating veil. He is too fast for me.
I must find the pieces of my dream. Each spark of it slipped out of consciousness and between the cracks of reality in mere seconds. Tearing at the earth, I stretch and reach, longing to skim the tips of my fingers along their rippling frames. The ritual of it all consumes my waking moments.
But before I know it, the sun spins her dance among the clouds, finally taking her bow into the horizon. She retreats into the waking realm as the stars take their cue. They open the gates and the obsidian waters cascade over the sky, trickling onto my world. I look to the ground again, my dream faintly glowing as sparks crackle and leap in
Requiem A muted landscape sits beneath the dark heavens. You step upon it, a scream sewn into your lips. The thread burns.
You are running, but why? For what is it that you seek? What do you hope to accomplish?
But you cannot answer these questions can you? You were the one that took the needle to your lips.
The moon is solid, unmoving. You thank God it has ceased its descent of drowning in the water. Perhaps then you can catch up. The wind stumbles alongside you, losing strength, a frightening thought. Why are you running?
If only your skin would slide off and let you fly. But you are contained, restricted: a mirror to yesterday. Now there is no time. She suffocated whilst fate outlined her neck in gnarled fingers. Dont watch, just run.
Denial is simply the façade of reality who ba
The WeakeningGrief of gray, the silent trespasser
Descends with splintered wings
Their beat a rhythmic epidemic
A scratching within my being
Once impassioned with yearning
The framework for our own lives
As we tread somewhere in the middle
Between the seasons evolving intellect
Now all is the mask of Façade
Through these drowning eyes
As desire and beauty diminish
Cutting oxygen of the souls language
Loss amidst the tranquil second
While the lifeless gray scars within
Severing lifelines to my passions
Oh sorrow, if I only
You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Stockholm Syndrome. Yandere!Kankri x Female!Reader
Stockholm Syndrome (Yandere!Kanrki x Female!Reader)
How long has it been now? Staring up at the ceiling of the basement after countless hours of just lying on the bed you had been graciously provided by your host, you begin to feel your numb body drift in your own thoughts about your captivity. Exactly how long have you been confined to this cold dark basement with only a single lamp as your light source? You couldn’t be sure anymore.
It seemed like only yesterday that you had made an escape attempt only to be ‘gently’ instructed afterwards as to the error of your ways. After all, your host didn’t appreciate your defiant actions in the slightest. Not only had he warned you yet again with one of his trademark lecturers about triggering him, but you were also confined to the basement for what seemed like an eternity.
Sure, he would come down like clockwork every night to check on you, feed yo
Virgin Mary's Saint
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
A Storm Rising“You call this a zoo?” A young woman with long red hair in a bun with glasses shouted from the crowd while pushing her eye glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Alexis sighed in disappointment with her hand on her hip and heckled the zoo keeper guide. She heard about a large reptile exhibit that just opened and was anxious to see all the endangered species. The house was surrounded by a large golden dome from above. The trapped sun light radiated on the animals below to provide a cheap source of light and heat. The crowd of school children and elderly stood in awe with the new center.
The tour guide let out a small sigh and continued on with the tour, her blue eyes moving from the heckler back to the rest of the group. 'It's always my groups that get these irritations isn't it?' Chelsea thought to herself as she kept up her smile for the group and did her best to continue on with the tour. Gesturing to the largest display, she continued where she
Just a little Girl ((Jeff the Killer x Reader))5BEN'S P.O.V.
He woke up in the middle of a room, a tail in his mouth. "asdfghjkl..." He spit it out looking around. " I'm in the Neko room? Wh-he-ell~ What girl did I hit on last night?" He looks down at the two Neko's beside him. " Kat and Kitten.... Oh shit oh shit oh shit. What the hell have I done." He frantically tries to crawl out from under them hopefully not waking them up. Those two Neko's, they were easily the most dangerous from the rest. He's surprised he came out unscathed.
He notices Masky running off from the doorway with something shiny in his hand." Well how am I gonna explain this one......" He didn't notice the awoken cats behind him as Kat glares at him throwing his tunic at the back of his head. " Put some clothes on you creep!" He looks down realizing he was butt naked, quickly going into the nearest screen cursing under his breath.
"Oh man this is great! Since e
Academy StorylineSix years ago, a sixteen-year-old boy dreaming of adventure and exploration stumbled upon an empty academy. The dark magic pulsing through the air pulled him in, and he discovered a library full of strange, forbidden texts of deadly and vicious spells.
The halls of the academy's grand castle echoed with silence, and not a single footfall--except his own--marred the snow steadily falling. The buildings surrounding the castle and library were all locked, and though he had the ability to shift under doors, he found himself unable to pass through their gates. All he could do was peek into windows into dark, dust-covered rooms, and wonder how it is this place became abandoned.
One by one, the boy's friends followed him to the academy, and as they appeared on campus, the place slowly started to come alive. Ancient bulbs lit, bathing dark hallways in their glow, though an evil force hinted its presence through flickering lights and sensations of unease.
The buildings surrounding the aca
Hermione Cocoon''Hermione! Where are you?’’ Cried Ron, frantically searching around the castle ground for his friend. Harry was in class, unaware of the ‘predicament’ occurring outside. She had promised to meet him for defensive spells training, but upon his late arrival, she was not there. It was most unlike Hermione to not attend anything, let alone casting spells on the boy she hated and loved the most at the same time. Standing by the entrance to the path down towards Hagrid’s, Ron made sure he was looking in all directions, waiting patiently for her arrival.
''Hello Ron!’’ Bellowed Hagrid as he came swiftly around the bend, carrying dead possums with him.
''Ah Hagrid, have you…what are those for?’’ Ron said before looking in shock at the dead possums he was carrying.
''Oh these? These are for Buckbeak of course, why else would I carry dead possums around?’’ He replied with laughter in his voice.
''Well, don’t you eat
I'm Telling You WhyAs Christmas morning dawned bright and clear, the scene of carnage unfolded. Sunlight winked off of bodies lying prone in the snow, while acrid smoke still curled from massive craters where grand houses used to be. Bits of gifts, decorations, and more unmentionable things littered the ground and the sound of weeping rent the frosty air.
They had toiled all year to prevent his coming, but even the best of us screw up from time to time. The town's children gathered around the holes that were all that remained of their neighbors and friends. Holding hands, they recited the chant they repeated at this time every year:
"He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake,
He knows if you've been bad or good
so be good for goodness sake..."
A tourist who had been passing through town stumbled out of the local inn. He was a nice enough chap; he was just lonely. His Christmas Eve was spent folded over the bar counter. As his eyes adjusted to the glaring sunlight, he chok
Video Games [BEN x Lost Silver fanfiction]"You won't beat me this time!" Ben yelled while controlling his vehicle in Mario Kart race. "Oh really?" Silver smirked, very much unlike him and his usual shy behaviour. "I'll win this round too!" He exclaimed exicitedly. They continued playing and playing and every now and then the others would hear one's shouts of happiness and the other one's groans about unfair life, but eventually everything'd settle down for a moment until they start playing again. There was something about those two, the bond they shared included much more than just video games, but they certainly were the ones that had bonded them in the first place. Silver, being the shy and quiet person he is, was never like that when he was around Ben. And whenever he got in a trouble with Red, Ben would be right there to jump in and defend Silver. It was that kind of relationship that could only be described as 'skinny love'- that type of love where the feelings are returned, but none of either two would say them ou
My Dearest BetrayalMy Dearest Betrayal,
Along your spine I zip open your flesh, peeling it back from the muscle and bone. Breathing heavily upon your utter nakedness, I watch the uncontrollable quivering as my poisoning breath scalds as dry ice.
A screaming monster claws its way up your throat, tattered shreds of your gullet are left in its wake. Flailing in the putrid fumes of agony, your yellow eyes search. But there is nobody there for you anymore. A sea of writhing bodies bump and flop against your own, unaware. Encapsulating screams have carved themselves into your irises as the selfish world turns topsy-turvy like a drunkard consumed in his own self pity.
The hair stands on the back of your sweating neck. As the claustrophobic drowning dissipates, a frost crawls to the ends of the earth congealing the flow of your veins. Solitude is now the scumm
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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