i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
& scars.
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
She always fell for boys who needed saving. by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
He does not fight for the General barking orders,
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
I was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart o
Yet Another Essay for Your Scrutiny! :D by Girl-on-the-Moon, journal
Yet Another Essay for Your Scrutiny! :D
Another Snow White essay? YEP. GOTTA KEEP THIS GOING ALL TERM.
This one is supposed to be a critical essay on one aspect of the story. I've picked the mirror, and why the hell it isn't more useful. Theories arose.
Things to note:
I assumed a couple things in that paragraph about the Church and blasphemy. Didn't notice? Sweet. It's not an English essay without a little BS. But if something is seriously off on my research there, don't yell at me, just correct me.
This was typed on a computer without spell check.
It's not done and is certainly lacking a conclusion.
This ain't gonna help with the people who think I'm sexist.
Any and all co
Nightmare Year- Four Seasons by 14CrownClown3DG, literature
Literature
Nightmare Year- Four Seasons
Staring out the window
My thoughts what do they see
Nothing but the two of us
Swimming in the sea
When I thought nothing would break the moment
The wind picked up; the sky grew dark
You grabbed my arm in fear
This sent my mind a message; this was a spark
Huddling into our little shack
You pressed your face into me
Never would you know
But this filled my soul with glee
~
The leaves are falling now
Your angelic hair blowing in the breeze
Outside you're cleaning up the fallen leaves
You get it done with so much ease
My horrid past shocks my nerves
I fall to the floor in fear
Whipping your head around you storm inside
It's goo
You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r
Secret Files: Norwich by 14CrownClown3DG, literature
Literature
Secret Files: Norwich
11-15-10
Secret Files: The Norwich Incident
(Of course, this is all a work of fiction. Sit back and listen to the alternative history.)
NEEDED BACKROUND INFORMATION: In 1939, World War II took it's start on the world when Germany invaded Poland. After being furious with the situation, three days later, England and France joined the war also. The sides were the Axis Powers (Germany, Italy, and Japan), and the Allied Forces (France, China, Russia, America, and England). Although these were the main sides, plenty of other countries and territories got involved in the war. After a long while, Italy surrendered, shortly followed by Germany, but
He sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui