I'm sitting in my four walled room
They're closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you
Just some feelings rotting in the back of my brain.
Story of our TimeI don’t ask for your pity, nor do I want it
I just want your understanding
For mine is a case with no model to fit
As life passes along, stranding
You asked once so very long ago
And I almost forget the sound of your voice
Clear and ringing as crystal, soft as snow
But the words never come, mostly by choice
The pages of time wistfully turn
As day turns to night against the sky
With a passion so bright it shall burn
Away the midnight into yearning day
Yet, now you’re leaving, your passion spent
I answer the question we both nearly forgot
My words bring no solace as your heart is rent
Their meaning lost, here, in this lonely spot.
Strangers like YouI pour my heart out to strangers, their less likely to pry
Digging into emotions even I can’t understand.
Some laugh, some cry, some share their own stories,
But to them, I too am a stranger, not looking to pry.
Most days the makeup covers all the fatal cracks
Applied like plaster, filling in the forgotten spots.
I look upon the world with not colors, but words
Written in those faces where the colors lie.
But days like today appear, bursting like a pipe,
Where darkest midnight is not the darkest hue.
The lights of beating hearts, so seldom and few
Burning as lanterns against the endless blue.
So I patch myself up with little much ado
Hiding shifting thoughts behind a task or two.
The gnawing beast still grips onto my mind
Taking a little more with every pause.
As the day draws towards inevitable end
I sit alone, contemplating my waking world.
In the stillness of a darkened, little room,
I pour my heart out, to strangers like you.
REDOnce upon a time there lived a little girl. She was a happy little girl who loved her grandmother very much. Her grandmother always doted on her with all manner of gifts and trinkets. One day, her grandmother gave the little girl a wonderful gift. She gave her a beautiful red velvet cap. The little girl wore the cap everywhere she went. Hence she came to be called Little Red.
Little Red visited her grandmother all the time. Every time she went, she would take the long, winding path that led through the woods. As Little Red travelled the path, her blond pigtails bobbed and swayed as she walked. On the most recent journey, Little Red’s mother had sent her to bring her grandmother some food and wine. It was her grandmother’s birthday recently and Little Red hoped to celebrate it with her. This trip to grandmother’s house was the same as the hundreds of others before it. The sun shone brightly, the birds in the tall pines chirped and sang sweet songs as she passed. Off in
Flower of DeathDeath becomes you my dear,
Elegant, surreal, ephemeral.
It flows about you like water
Or like a never ending sky.
You burn like a roaring fire,
Luring in the cold.
Yet, you hold no warmth
Like a picture of stone.
I hold your hand,
It lay limp and cold.
To know such endearing peace;
I shudder at the thought.
But alas! You must go,
Rest awaits you below.
I place a kiss on your pale cheeks
My skeletal hand in yours.
Children in the Woods Next to a great forest, just outside a large, old village stands a small cottage. The residents of the cottage are a young brother and sister. When the two were very young, their mother and father passed away in some strange accident. The house was built by their father, a master carpenter, and it was very sturdy. So it came to be that Hansel and Gretel lived alone near the dark expanse of the forest.
A great famine ravaged the village. Little rain fell for several months and the crops withered and died. Most of the villagers moved away except the orphaned young and the old. At first the remaining animals kept the people fed. But as time marched on the food grew more and more scarce. Sitting around the fire one dark and dreary evening Hansel and Gretel sat contemplating their fate. “What are we to do dear sister, we are left with naught but half a loaf of bread,” Hansel said staring sadly at the remaining bread. Gretel took a moment to answer. “Brother,
The Ashen MaidenOnce upon a time, there lived a sad little girl. Every night at midnight, the girl would weep and weep until her eyes burned and turned stinging red. She would weep because her mother passed away right before her beautiful green eyes. Her father mourned as well for many months. But as time passed, he became entwined with a widowed woman. Soon after, her father and the widow married.
At first the girl was happy. She had a new mother and with her she brought two new sisters! The girl was happy because she would no longer be alone anymore. At first, they were a happy family. But as time passed, and the girl matured, her stepmother and stepsisters became increasingly jealous of her beautiful features. Slowly, the girl went from being a daughter to a servant. The poor girl had no escape or aid from her father. Her father would be away from home for long periods of time because of his trade. And her stepmother and stepsisters grew increasingly cold and hostile to the poor girl.
The girl was
Pale SongAmidst the bones we stay and play,
Amidst the bones and carved stones.
We dance and sing just as we may,
Under the Moon of bleached, pale bones.
In our songs amidst the bones
Are tales of love and chilling death.
For their words and haunting tones
Chill the air and catch the breath.
Each one begins on moonless nights
And ends under life's decaying bloom.
Amidst the bones and pale moonlight
We dance upon your earthly tomb.
Looking Glass Galaxies We're worlds apart from each other,
Sitting across the rain soaked asile.
Staring into star-crossed tomorrows
Through looking glasses out of style.
Back lit by dreams so virtual,
Created by hands so mechanical.
The feelings real, or so it seems
It's written by the lost divine.
Your letter comes too late,
Passing through space and time.
The meaning lost to the future,
Engraved upon the distance.
Out comes the sun and gone are the clouds
Drying up the worlds we've built.
As we stare across the rain soaked asile,
Through looking glasses made of guilt.
LegendIn its shadow burns a memory,
Distant and nearly forgotten.
And every loss, every body to bury,
Our cities now lost; dead and rotten.
And yet it burns, this gilded memory,
Kindling the flames of conflict and love.
Reaching across the distant century,
The ire of War bears down from above.
Across the stars our destiny lies.
Through the dark below, amongst wolves.
We've finally awoken to darkened skies,
As thunder cracks from falling hooves.
Kelly's BellyThis is the story of a girl who grew
Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue
Young and pretty, her name was Kelly
All she wanted was a big round belly
Her friend was smart, made her a pill
One to make her stomach fill
She let the pill slide down her throat
Then felt herself begin to bloat
Next her tummy rounded out
Her cheeks puffed up and made her pout
Her top was stretched, it was too small
to cover her belly, now a big round ball
You'd think she had too much to eat
She could no longer see her feet
She rubbed her belly, felt it grow
Wondered when she'd start to slow
But there was no end to her inflation
Although she quite liked this sensation
She grew to many times her size
And there was panic in her eyes
Her friend realised something was wrong
The pill she'd made was way too strong
As Kelly floated from the ground
Her belly made a creaking sound
Her friend said sorry she had to go
But Kelly was about to blow
Now alone she filled the room
Reached her limit and went kaboom
Inflation DayI walked into my room
Pulled out some loose clothing to wear
Then I went into my closet
And pulled out a large tank of air.
I stuck the hose in my bellybutton
I said "This is going to be great!"
I went to the airtank
And turned the knob up to eight.
I felt the air enter my body
I had hoped it would soon
That's when it actually happened
I was inflating like a balloon!
My belly was getting rounder
I poked it once or twice
My whole body was getting enormous
The feeling was very nice.
However, I was quickly losing mobility
I was bigger in width than height
Soon, I was feeling lots of pressure
And my belly feels really tight.
I tried to pull the hose out
Unfortunately, it was stuck
And now I can't move to reach the airtank
Well great, just my luck....
The expanding feeling is just too great
I don't really think I want to stop....
However, I'm starting to feel pretty full
And now I think I'm going to pop!!!!
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalker
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
SonadowSonadow may be gay
But we support it anyway
Rouge and Amy can kiss our ass
Cause Sonadow is so first class!
.Morning sunlight blinds me; sunset comes and goes
Midnight guilt, it binds me; by night, my anguish grows
I've lived my life by candlelight, but I'm not surprised they died on me
So I crept outside for a neon night, but the fuming candles cornered me
When all was nigh, I swore I'd die, but I found my light in the strangest place
You restart my pulse, I'll keep you close, and fuck, you make my heartbeat race
You stayed with me and gave me hope adjacent to the fear
With newly found complacency, I can safely say - thank God you're here.
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofte
Roomies? LokixReader FanFic pt3
“DO YOU SURRENDER?” You demanded, digging your knees into Loki’s thighs as you slammed his hands down on the ground above his head, pinning him facedown beneath you.
“Hardly.” He sneered, suddenly disappearing from beneath you in a flash of green light. With his body no longer beneath you, you fell to the ground. Before you could get back up, you felt him on top of you. His body was sprawled over you, each of his limbs pinning one of yours. You tried to struggle but he was stronger than you or heavier at least. He nestled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. You couldn’t help but shiver, which made him chuckle.
“Get-off-of-me.” You moaned, wiggling under him.
He laughed harder, nuzzling you again, “Oh, no, I enjoy this, how you call, ‘wrestling’. Besides, you started it.” You tried to struggle, but he tightened his grip on your wrists. “Do you surrender?” He whispered into your ear, his b