“I need space,” he quietly states
But dear, what do you mean?
Do you mean you want the planets,
the asteroids,
the sun?
Do you mean you want the stars,
the galaxies,
the moon?
Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?
An infinite vacuum,
a quiet location,
solitude for the soul?
Oh yes, my dear,
I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in there
Oh yes, my dear,
in there,
It’s as empty as you.
Don't fall in love with a poet by comatose-comet, literature
Literature
Don't fall in love with a poet
Don’t fall in love with a poet
because we can find beauty in anything
and we won’t let it go;
I fell in love with a boy because I thought the crooked
line of his mouth was a mirror image of mine,
fell in love with him because his nails were square like
headstones and I wanted to bury myself in him.
Don’t fall in love with a poet
because we notice the minutiae in every face
and we orbit like strung out satellites;
I fell in love with a girl because when she cried her skin
blossomed like an over-ripe peach, and I wondered
if I would swallow the stone by accident when I kissed her.
Don’t fall in love with a poet
because
Song Lyrics :D {Please Don't Steal} by Goldpaw101, journal
Song Lyrics :D {Please Don't Steal}
So Imma make this into a song. For my dearest Molly (Smallflower/Mollytower)..
See, I always though we were best friends,
But that was before we were put to the test.
Now I know that we were never "Best Friends",
'Cuz we're sisters, Sisters until the end.
Might as well have known each other since forever,
Well, we kind of did, we still grew up together.
And though we've never met Face-To-Face,
I wouldn't change anything;
Keep on dreaming..
You don't have to be sleeping.
'Cuz as long as we are here, for each other,
I don't have any fears.
You knew the real me,
Though it was kind of
hard for me to see
That you should be trusted
Wanna kill yourself?
Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the
letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you'
Wonder's contest ~ When things seem small by SimplyMisty, journal
Wonder's contest ~ When things seem small
Smallpaw's eyes widened as the Windclan warriors came rushing in camp. A massive she-cat stalked toward the windclan warrior's her eyes blazing with fire. "Why are you here so early" The she-cat talking to the Windclan warriors was Mistystar. A blackish-grey cat stepped forwards, "Because, it's time we take this territory." He rasped. Smallpaw pricked her ears so she could hear better. Suddenly Smallpaw caught something at the corner of her eye. The rest of Riverclan was creeping from the shadows toward the windclan warriors. "You cannot take my clan's rights without a fight" Mistystar let a low growl escape her jaws. Suddenly, Mistystar back
When you lose a best friend by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
When you lose a best friend
When we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
late-night conversations
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
whispering
forever,
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
like you.
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer by Milk-and-Pie, literature
Literature
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer
Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and
Fire Dancer Chapter 1 by StellaraNagareboshi, literature
Literature
Fire Dancer Chapter 1
WHOOSH! The thud a hunter learns to recognize sounded as an arrow pierced flesh. A sickly doe, weakened by the merciless winter, fell to the ground amid the fog. Beads of water still dripped from the guard hairs under her chin, now forgotten as her breathing slowed. Something moved into her fading field of vision, causing her to roll her eyes to see. Before she could draw another hitching breath, the face of a young elf youth appeared.
“I am sorry, gentle Aras (deer),” she said softly, looking into her glazing brown eyes, “Forgive me, so your spirit may pass without delay.”
The elf waited until the light left her eyes