Said and DoneWhat will I do now? Now that things have been said and done.What will I do now? Will I crawl away or run?The only thing that I'll ever knowIs that I should've said other things a long, long time ago.When, when will I begin to live again?When, when will I move on?When will I learn how to live another life?What will I do now?Who will I call?What will I do to survive through this life?What will I do?There are so many questions,But the one thing I know is thatYou deserved better than me.What will I do now?Where will I go?All I can do now is sing these sorrows.What will I do now? Now that things have been said.What will I do now? Will I crawl away or run?Well, the only thing I know is that I should've said,that I will love you for who you are.
CriminalWhen all the crimes in the world are done, the innocent are the ones who suffer the most. There is no justice-we like to believe there is, but in reality there's not. We like to think that locking someone away or punishing them in some form is going to bring back what the innocent lost. Pain, crime...and the innocent...never really evens out when you think of it.
BrokenMy heart was once born completely intact…but it was life that destroyed it. From a young age, my heart was beaten so much to the point that it became crippled and fearful of all others. My heart beat faintly within my breast-so faintly that I could not even tell that I was alive. My heart remained like that for most of my life. However, for a brief moment, someone tried to repair its crippled-ness. However, as my heart slowly grew stronger…and I started feeling alive for the first time in a very long time, it was a lie. My heart eventually fell from their hands and onto the floor, left yet again to be abandoned, crippled…broken…dead. Slowly and slowly my heart went back into that faint feeling. Am I alive? Or am I dead? I do not know, but I hope that one day my heart will belong to someone who will not break it. If only that day will ever come.
BirdOne day, I'd like to go to a place where I can be free. Where I can express my life the way I want to express it. A place in which my freedoms to do what I wish with my own possessions are in my control. I want to be in a place that always welcomes my thoughts and my ideas and is never judgmental. But where can I find this glorious place…my utopia? A place unknown to me, but known to those of whom I share a close companionship with? A place perhaps all on its lonesome? A place in the city? A place in the suburbs? Or…perhaps a place even in the slums? I know not where this place lies, but all I know is that I wish to be a bird that flies up above the sky. Such freedom. Such beauty. Such grace that they own. But alas I always seem to find that I am a caged bird who sings-yet I am never let free. Perhaps one day I will be set free, yet I do not see that freedom near. I walk through darkness in hopes that I will stumble upon my dream of freedom. Perhaps I am an idiot for dreami
Varekai: Love and WarNight time has fallen. Alice continues to search for Icarus out in the forest-like areas of the realm. Little does Alice know that Icarus has finally gotten word that Alice has been looking for him. He too has managed to make his way out to the forest-like area, bringing the Skywatcher along with him as his guide (who happens to be carrying a ballon-like contraption that he had been working on from earlier). They soon hear Alice calling out for him tiredly. Icarus quickly makes his way towards her as fast as his broken legs will allow him."Icar-?!" Alice softly cries out."Alice!!" Icarus interrupts her, causing her to turn around quickly."Icarus!" A smile appears on her face as she makes her way towards him. "I'm so happy I've found you!" She happily exclaims."Me too." He says with a smile."I-I was worried about you so much…" Alice replies softly, blushing."Y-you were?" He asks her, feeling slightly flushed."Yes…" She says, inching towards him."…Well…I'm
Tips on making a musical purchaseOkay! So! It's mid-August and save some bunny (money) for really awesome Christmas presents may be on the brain. No? Well, that's okay! After all, there are still a couple of holidays before it anyways! BUT-! In case you are saving up for that really awesome gift for that special someone and you may wanna turn your head towards a musical instrument, I feel that it's only right that I give you some advice! Why me? Well…not only am I a studying to become a professional musician, I've done A LOT of shopping (mainly online) for musical instruments that I need. So today, I'm going to give you some of my personal experiences when shopping for musical instruments-mainly online.Okay! So we all know that when someone starts shopping for musical instruments, a person may feel inclined to want to visit their local music store-which is the first shopping plus. But someone with very little musical background, shopping for their musician or a loved one who has always wanted to lean an instrum
Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out.""What?""My soul. It's inside out.""That's
a strange thing to say.""I have all the symptoms though.""And what are the symptoms of this
disea-""It's not a disease.""All right. What are the symptoms, then?""I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun.""Fun?""You know
parties and alcohol and
normal things. Like that.""Oh.""What?""Nothing. What do you care too much about?""Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel. Sarajevo. The Ozone-""I get it. Everything that counts and you can do nothing about by yourself.""You sound cynical.""You sound paranoid.""That's mean.""It's just honest. What worries you?""The fact that you are too self involved to notice.""Notice what?""If I disappear.""
""It's true.""You idiot. Ofcourse I will notice if you disappear. I'd not
I Carry Your HeartBefore you left you said your heart was mine to keep.I promise to look after it for you until you get back, I amended, and that's when you swore that you wouldstillalways [never say that you didn't] love me.And I always trusted you['d come back to me].I carried your heart close to my own, hopingsecretly to keep it [safe, to keep it whole,] forever.You always had so much heart. A vibrance. A wildness. I love[d that about] you. I hated to think that a uniform and a rifle could crush that out of you.I hate that somebody tried.And I hate that they might have succeeded, too.Because I was right to trust you in some ways, I guess. You came back long enough to say goodbye. And you [never] told me you [didn't] loved me. You merely asked me to hate you, instead.Maybe it was in that moment when you hung up the phone, I [could barely hear the click as your line, crackling with static,] went dead. And when I looked for your heart next to mine, I couldn't find it anymore
Sex Scene TipsTrigger warning: rape.Okay, here's the thing: if you're writing a sex scene and you want it to come off as sexy and nice and all of that, YOUR CHARACTERS NEED TO HAVE CONSENT. You know what sex without consent is called? Rape.I am absolutely enraged right now. It's 2015 and people are writing fics where the tone conveys that this scene is supposed to be hot and sexy and cool but there's NO CONSENT AT ALL. "But Amaranth!" you ask me. "This one character isn't saying 'no,' it can't be rape, right?" Yes, I'll give you that rape is sex without consent so saying 'no' does qualify as rape, these other scenarios also count as rape:1. Sex while one partner is asleep.2. Sex while one partner is passed out.3. Sex while one partner is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, or has their judgement impaired in some other way.4. Sex while one partner has made it clear they're not interested in sex, whether through body language or vocally.I understand sex can
end of summer love letterWhen I explore your body, I get lost in a library of time stored on shelves- 16 hour bus rides, 9 years worth of longing. Longing for your touch like a tea pot tipping, waiting for the water to land. A cup of coffee sat on a counter getting cold, our story put on hold, brought back to life years later. We’ve blown off the dust, and the story has matured. In a field your freckles are stars in the sky, tiny city lights that can only be seen from the top of a hill. Since August 2006, an apple seed has become an orchard.On my skin you drew rivers and roads with your fingers. You found the route to my heart and made a nest, reminding me that life is very fragile, that we are just birds looking for a home. Nine years makes us as vast as the ocean, yet we are as intricate as the little lines on a map, branches in a forest, veins in a finger. Your touch is hot coffee mixing in with the cream.I’ve felt you pull my hips to yours, and I have felt you deep inside me, but I have also
Merome, Winter Night.~Mitch's P.O.V.~I walk through the forest, with Betty hanging on my back,. Its snowing... Again. Living in the winter biome has beautiful views, but besides that it sucks. My cloths and shoes are wet from the snow and my my nose is frozen. I check my inventory to make sure I have all the wood and I do. The sun starts to set in the horizon and I pick up my pace. Once I get to my house monsters start spawning so I quickly unlock the door and get pulled in, with the door slams behind me.I feel fluffy arms wrap around my chest, I relaxed realizing who it was. Jerome."Where were you?!" He asked sounding relived I was home."I was just collecting some wood, we were running low," I feel my face get warm when I realized he was still holding onto me. When he let go he took Betty off my back and set it on the counter, "here" he said throwing my pajamas at me, " get out of those cloths, there soaking wet, after that we can watch some TV." I nod and head for my room. I strip down and throw my c
Eternal LoveSeason's may change,From winter, to spring,To summer and fall again
Leaves will decay,And flowers will wilt away.But I will love you
Until my dying day.
Dan's Confessionals Phil glanced once more at the small scrawl "I wish he felt the same way..." before flipping to page one of the journal. What greeted him, made him gasp in surprise. I'll admit it. For the first time ever, I've realized my true feelings. Phil Lester is my first and only love. Yeah, sure, he's my best friend, and he probably doesn't feel the same way as I do, but I can't help it. Maybe, someday, my feelings will be realized? Still in love with him. All these videos we do together don't help much... He always looks so cute in them. His jet black hair, the way he puts his hand over his mouth when he laughs that adorable laugh of his. ♥ My thoughts are becoming way too much. I can't help but think of him every second of the day, whether we're together or not. He could be sitting right next to me while we play Sonic together, completely oblivious to the eff
Hiccup x Shifter!Reader Part 3: Being Normal!~Skip three months(Don't worry, not Major has happened!....yet....)~By now you learned how to be a normal Viking girl and you learned how to properly use a bow and sword(Not to mention a battle axe...). When everyone found out about your powers, you expected them to run away screaming, but instead, they excepted you for you. But there where a few odd moments when Fish Legs asked you to turn into a dragon so he could write how you transform and how you look in a book about dragons/shifters, and Snotlout hitted on you multiple times, but you left Astrid to take care of him. Astrid broke up with Hiccup but stayed friends. he seems down all the time though... You asked her why they broke up and she only said,"I honestly don't know." You only asked her once. Back to the present.You swung your battle ax harshly at the dummy and you let it rest in the dummy as you panted from being fatigued. You grabbed your water skin and took off your jacket, to reveal some amour that was a gift from Ast
Happy BirthdayWhen I breathe into the empty blue morning, my breath fogs up in the too-cold-for-this-time-of-year air and I wish I could pull it back into me. I'm not quite awake and not quite asleep, but I'm conscious of the day and the time and the rain that prickles my face through the open screen window. I wish you a quiet happy birthday under my breath because I might have lost the right to make you happy, but I'll still wish it forever.Your name on my lips hurts and it's a struggle to move the air past my vocal cords in a way that will actually produce sound instead of a whisper. I keep you so close to my heart that every time it beats it touches you and pulls at that small, perfect piece I've so carefully preserved which is really all I have left of you.Every exhalation is a prayer and a thread of your memory gone. And it's time that tugs at the seams and makes the exact shade of your eyes blur and slide out of focus, but that might be the tears, actually. The salt makes the skin of my chee
CompleteIs how I feel whenever I am with you.