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wrote a sad thingHe lay staring up at the cloudy grey sky. He could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears as he slowly turned his head, his brain beginning to pulsate within his skull. The commotion around him was just a loud ringing as he saw the boots of his friends racing around him. It took him a second to remember where he was. Afghanistan, he believed. He couldn’t remember at that moment, his brain was mush from whatever had happened. His hearing began to come back to him, along with his other senses. He was cold. His feet were already numb. Oh, God, how he should have listened. How could he let it get to this? He had never been this reckless before. He couldn’t feel his right arm, how could he be sure it was still there, even?
He heard the barking of orders over his head and watched through hazy eyes as his friends rushed around him, cautious not to step on him as they hurried to do as they were told. He tasted iron in his mouth and felt a warmness dripping from his lips and dow
100 Themes Challenge: Give UpNykole’s hands shook as she stared at the building before her, illuminated candy red. She felt fresh tears in her eyes. It was finally going to end. The anarchy, the killing, it would be over. All she had to do was step through that door, throw it open and run out. She could save everyone. She could be the hero Seldon told her she would be.
He was gone. Nykole, realizing the colour of the final level, fell to her knees. Her best friend was gone. She couldn’t save him. He was lost. Their cause was of no significance anymore. Nykole clutched the handle of her alchemized hatchet tightly as she stared at the symbol on her bracelet. Seldon’s symbol. She wouldn’t let his death be the end of her. Not this time. Not this timeline. She pulled herself off her knees and headed for the building. That’s when she felt it.
A presence behind her.
She went to turn when she felt a hand creep into hers, holding it tight. She looked to her side. Ignama stood
100 Themes Challenge: DarkA young boy stood all alone, a frown upon his young features. He stared at the puddles of crimson reaching out to him, seeping into the cracks in the ground and slowly inching towards him. His face was cool and collected, only a single tear dripping down his cheek and mixing with the blood on his face. However, his legs shook; his hands trembled. He dropped the knife he was carrying. It splashed into a pool of red that was beside him. His midnight hair fluttered in the sudden breeze, breaking apart the twin eyes on either side of his bangs. He looked up slowly, his red eyes falling on the glowing sphere before him.
"Annabelle..." His voice was quiet as he reached out slowly, touching the little sphere before him. It twitched in midair and floated away slightly.
"Don't run away...now...now we can be together...forever..." His voice had become softer, but had a bit more of a creepiness in it. He plucked the soul out of the air and held it in front of his eyes. The soul shook and wiggled,
100 Themes Challenge: Hold My HandWinter let her eyes wander across the snowy land, her scarf whipping around her in the breeze of the desolate land. She felt nothing but snow and cold around her, before she heard the crunching of newly laid snow being compacted by heavy snow boots.
"Winter," a familiar and clearly male voice called Winter's name in such an enthusiastic way that it made Winter want to just curl into a ball on the floor and sigh. She wasn't used to so much happiness, even if it did come from the only survivor she knew. "Winter!"
"Hm?" Winter turned, her pale blue eyes resting on the familiar boy, Nathaniel, treading up to where she was standing over her old home town. His scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck and he stumbled in the nuclear snow on his way to meet his only friend. He blundered over to Winter, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep himself steady.
"Why are you up on Melancholy Hill alone? I thought we said we would come here together." Nathaniel muttered over the whistling of the
A Love StoryLaughter,
I remember those days.
Those days we were together.
We were best friends, weren't we?
It was all fun and games.
What am I feeling?
The fun is gone, the light is dimmed.
If only I could put my thoughts into words,
Oh, the streams that would flow from my lips,
All for you.
A developing romance.
We held hands for the first time, remember?
We had our first kiss.
The day ended too quickly.
The night dawned too soon.
I wish it hadn't ended.
Night of the Final Day.
We did something wrong.
This was all my fault.
What have I done?
The secret was out.
I have sinned.
I was a disgrace for what I have done.
I felt my heart shatter.
You were gone.
I was back in a rut.
A rut of hurt,
JulissaA lonely night,
Moon arisen and stars bright,
could not keep my mind off you,
because, without you, I don't know what I'd do.
You've been here for so many years now,
and I don't know why you've stayed.
After all the trouble I've put you through,
I thought that you'd be on your way.
You've kept me safe,
You've watched over me like a sister I've never had.
I couldn't be more grateful
for the time that we've both had.
And although we've gone our separate ways
And you're pursuing what you love,
I just wanted to let you know
the old times we had were fun.
I know we see each other sometimes.
but I don't feel it's enough.
Our time together has dwindled,
and the rest of our time is getting used up.
I wish I hadn't left that day,
that bright summer day,
but I promise you I will come back.
I promise we'll see each other soon.
across 3000 miles
of what i used to think would sink me
into some kind of peace
you don't know how this haunts me
ink can't say enough
to rid my head of all the frustration
i'd mold myself cracked 3000 times over
if it meant your hand could finally fit into mine
24 not-poems later1.
it is so hard to be okay
when all i've got are cigarettes
the voices of strangers
and memories of you
it's so hard to be okay
when you hate yourself
for not being okay
all i want is to hear you say
that you love me
so that for five seconds,
i can believe it;
just a few moments
of being alright
i wonder what you would do
with the letters i have written
but never given you
with the truth that i have known
but never told
if i swim
until my arms could no longer
hold me up - you wouldn't
even have a body to say goodbye to
i wonder what you would do
if i wrote right here
that it was you
i wonder what you would think about
and what we have done; the love
that we have destroyed
with our cowardice and our weakness
like a windowsill plant
left out in summer
i wonder what you would think
if the last thing i tol you
was that i loved you
god damn you kissed me hard
when you left
as if you knew it would be the last time
what if it was
the last time
you would never have to catch another moth for m
I Love You.
Oh, gorgeous goddess!
How your beauty tantalizes me!
Leaving a dumb statue
In my place.
How can You,
O Great and Majestic One,
Sitting on your golden throne,
In the sky,
Have created such a girl
As the one I see
Oh how my heart flutters!
Sweet angel, you gave
Wings to my
You blessed a poor soul,
With that wonderful magic
Only you possess.
I will give
I will cross the world for you,
I will serve you,
I will think only of you,
I will do anything for you!
If only I can
Hold your delicate hand,
Skin so smooth,
Soft as silk,
And be with you,
Every step of your way,
To comfort you
In your sorrows,
seventeen dreamsi couldn't sleep
(i tossed and turned to the swift beat of the setting
she drew picasso canvases on my peeling lips
with her fingertips,
and her ginger breath was on my ear as she
muttered that being with someone so
dangerous made her feel safe.
it was always you, i would tell her,
and she would smirk with her two front teeth
and there were doves and swan feathers falling
in her eyes.
i just wish that when she left me
she would've left a trail of
who i was before behind--
but it's okay now,
because i lit the match she gave me as a birthday present
with the musty inverted cross on the centerfold,
and i burned all of the remaining feathers
you jump i jumpit shouldn't be a crime to want to die
but when it comes to you
i'm so fucking glad it is
for granitewhy won't you
sing for me
i'm near you
my love true
bad things come in foursi.
there is going to be a time
when you fall in love with someone
you should not fall in love with.
he'll have a startling jaw line and ripped jeans,
black jacket made of real leather,
switching between english and spanish
or english and russian
there's five inhales of whatever was pushed
in front of you
and three cans of cheap beer someone brought,
his hand up your skirt in your best friends bedroom.
your nails will dig into his shoulder blades
next to old scars that have been there longer
than you have.
it won't be romantic when you fight,
rain pouring down, and hell if you were a movie
maybe you'd be making out in it.
instead his eyes are glaring at you,
but he holds you like you're made of glass
and you want to stop fighting.
(you understand now
why parents warn against
the bad-boy stereotype.)
some people think that breakups between total opposites
maybe it's true.
your mum says that she understands,
her knobby fingers clutching your
I Don't Believe in LoveI don't believe in love... Atleast... I don't think I do.
Yet I constantly have to catch myself when I'm thinking about you.
You aren't even mine!
Hopefully this fades with time
'Cause otherwise I'll go insane
Why can't I get you off my mind?
I don't believe in fairy tales or other delusionary fables
Please believe that I'd get over you, if only I were able
I know you're getting angry- believe me, I would too
So, if you could just stop being sweet, I'll try and get over you.
I don't believe in love... Why is that so hard to believe?
Maybe it's because I love you, even though you don't love me.
You make me feel so warm inside
It's kinda strange, but I won't lie
I'd love it if you would be mine
'Cause I think I'll be yours for the rest of my life.
Lonely HeartsLonely hearts beat in a symphony
and blood shot eyes are astray.
gazes passing, never lingering,
and faces turn away.
Judging eyes, they're everywhere
As a forbidden love festers.
Scornful looks find every flaw,
But, to this love, they remain unaware.
Their bliss is born of others ignorance
and their joy is in their remarks,
for they know, secretly, what they have,
they can feel it in their lonely hearts.
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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