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Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 8I drowned out the worried screams from Hayden. He continually tried to make me feel better. But he had to have known about Analee's feelings toward him, right? He knew her all his life, but just met me a matter of hours ago.
At some point, I got up and began a long walk home. I hope that uncle Roy would understand when he heard about it. It wasn't like I left my work unfinished, I'd done what he asked me to. Or rather Hayden did.
Going home seemed a bit pointless, what with Analee living in the same room as me, but I had to find somewhere to think. Back in California, my room was really the only place to go. So I guess you could say it was out of habit that instead of waiting for uncle Roy to come back and drive me home, I spent two and a half hours walking.
When I arrived, uncle Roy had beat me there. Though no one was there, I could see the curtains shake in the house. I could feel the judgmental eyes of the several people who lived here. It was when my Mother burst out the door that
You're not aloneSomeone's sent a dozen roses down the drain.
Memories left to spiral down.
People gather, suspect the dreams that don't fit
into how it once was.
And maybe night falls, forever darkened skies.
And maybe teardrops, forever stain our eyes.
Our scars becomes icons.
Symbols for us to recognize.
Beacons to find hope
When even our shadows abandon us.
But don't cry, don't cry
You're gonna wake up from this dream.
And you're gonna realize
That tears do not mean weakness.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 7I followed Hayden around for a really long time. He showed me how to do things around the farm, and we ended up laid back on a really large stack of hay. Uncle Roy approached us before long, but only to ask Hayden a few questions before he went back to his routine. We'd finished the work I was sent to do and even doubled over to finish Hayden's work to. I watched in awe as he herded cows that had gotten lose through a break in the fence that Uncle Roy had refused to fix.
"I hope he never fixes it. It may be a pain to get 'em back. But they look so happy roamin' free like that." He smiled. If this is what work would be like, I could get used to it. Sure, the hand-me-downs were awful and smelled like dirty socks, and the hours were a bit long, but it was fun just hanging out with Hayden.
"So how ya like the farm, Vi?" He'd taken to calling me Vi, and I was okay with that, I could tell we'd be great friends anyway.
"It's nice. A lot better now that I know I don't have to work
I'm breaking down.
Scars nearly like feathers,
And words so heavy I might drown.
Can't you see that?
I hold so tight because
You only seem to let me go.
To get over.
Not what we once were but
All we had swore we would become.
At the bottom
Of every bottle.
Seeking a way to fill the void.
I can live on.
Without your memory
Constantly causing me pain.
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 14 ReunionNot even tsunamis can extinguish the fires of war. Though they've come close. I feel as though my days are numbered, counting on one hand and I'm not even able to tell my little girl goodbye. Rosaline has sent wave after wave of assassins. They've learned how to break through Stronghold's barrier and I'm now worried for my citizens. What if she targets them soon instead of me? I cannot let myself worry about that, we have plans in case the unspeakable happens.
Kalliope is easing me into giving up hope. And it's beginning to work. Mizura is more than like protected by the highest guards. Dysmas has begun his training with Serafina. She's becoming very well-rounded, though she tends to light her swords on fire. It makes me sad that I won't be able to train my daughter as he is. I can only imagine what secrets have been hidden from her. Whatever happens, I hope she becomes a great fighter. Just like her me.
"No!" I shouted, holding my mother's
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 6I hadn't had much success with the horse riding. Falling off a good five times before my uncle decided it'd be best to just take the truck across the way for now. Though, lessons were in order. The teasing never ended. My uncle threw around so many insults disguised as ignorance.
"You mean to tell me you city folk ain't ever rode a horse? How else you gon' get around?" He'd laugh, only judging my lifestyle further. At one point he even made fun of my purple hair. But when we finally arrived at the farm, he cut all joking short and got straight to business.
"You too inexperienced for herding, just feed them animals o'er yonder." He says, handing me an empty bucket, sending me on my way to an animal barn not too far away. I have questions, but before I can mutter a word, he's riding off to begin his work. Walking through the field is tough, but these boots--no matter how worn down they are--were made for this. It didn't take long to get to where I was going. And as I arrived,
Chapter 2I feel the sweet embrace of sleep, yet I do not dream. All I see is black, all I feel is nothing. I stir awake after what feels like seconds of sleep to find that it is already ten in the morning, so I push myself awake to start my day. Walking into the hallway, I greet the homeowner, Lily. A beautiful woman who lived alone until I stumbled into Haven with the other survivors. She took me in immediately and refused to let me live on my own when her house had plenty of room. They'd built a house for me, but I felt guilty even attempting to leave the company of Miss Lily.
"You look like you got hit over the head with a broomstick!" She laughs, ruffling my hair a bit. "I placed your armor and your bow on the table. I assume you're leaving early?"
"Thank you, Miss Lily. I appreciate it." I smile. "Yeah, I have to get Avalon. I'm hunting this afternoon, we're running low on meat, and she wants to tag along."
"Be careful, Pyre. I know I say that every time you leave the house, bu
Her Name Was AliceI knew I'd never forget those days as they unfolded while the sun slowly fell over the horizon. We sat together in every class, laughing at whatever jokes were told, no matter how distasteful they were. We didn't really have anyone but each other. I'd tell her of my worries of becoming someone man enough to replace my late father, and she'd tell me about her hardships. The trouble she had covering her bruises, or her constant fear of displeasing her mother.
In the evening, we'd watch the sun fall over the river. Though as soon as those streetlights came on, we had to rush home to avoid the wrath of our parents. I often would stay up wondering how she was. I'd wonder about all the pain--emotionally and physically--she would constantly be in. I often found myself craving the sunlight, signalling the start of my daily cycle with her.
It wasn't until I turned fifteen that I realized I had fallen for her. She was perfect in beauty and in grace. A beauty that the rest of the worl
Chapter 1Night watch wasn't the best of jobs. Though demon attacks weren't common here, night was still the perfect time for it. So as I patrol the west gate of the tiny town known as Haven I can't help but feel a little frightened. I barely survived the demon takeover three years ago. In fact, if it wasn't for my friend Avalon, I would have died back then.
"You look tired! You should probably get to bed early, I'll take your shift." She smiles at me, unhooking her dagger from it's sheath set on her arm.
"I'm fine. But... I wouldn't mind the company." I laugh. "It gets rather frightening out here by myself."
"I know what you mean. West is the worst." She sighs. "On nights like tonight, you can see the glow from the city. Our city." She bows her head as if she's about to pray, though she knows it's useless too. No one will answer. They're too busy fighting their own battles. Ones that have caught the entire world in it's crossfire. "Do you think we'll ever be able to return?" She asks, lifting h
Tried to StopTried to stop
All my life I’d been living
To please others
All my life I’d been living
To please my mother
So I stopped
I stopped getting all A’s
Stopped being so good
Started hiding my face
And throwing up my food
I tried to stop
I opened my veins
Took some pills
I tried again and again
But I never will
DarknessI sit alone
In the darkness
Maddness eating my soul
Little demons scare me
They scurry around in the dark
No one would care
If I died
I will never know
I'm a grey bird
My colors dull
My song silent
If someone loves me
Say it now
Before the darkness kills me
Before I die
Anyone who did care
I'll see u when I fall asleep
Cause I won't be wakeing up
UntitledYou break me
You crush me
You laugh at the tears in my eyes
How can I convince you of my sorrow?
It’s not a disguise
Not SuicidalYou’re not suicidal
Yeah that’s right
But does anyone hear you crying at night?
Lying right under your covers
Pillow, soaked and glistening
Tears shining like stars
You’re not suicidal
That’s what you say
But does anyone know about the long baths you take?
Lying right under the water
Nose below the surface
Until you can’t take it anymore
You’re not suicidal
Yeah that’s right
Does anyone see how hard you fight?
Standing here before me
Arms twitching at your sides
Lying about your bruises
You’re not suicidal
That’s what you say
But does anyone wonder at the feelings you fake?
Thinking about dying
But a smile on your face
Not telling anyone that you want a bullet in your head
A part of meWill I ever meet you again?
Will you ever be mine?
So many questions in my mind.
Will you ever be loved again,
Or your effort be rewarded someday?
Oh you deserve it, my prince.
The only thing I know for sure
Is I left my heart back with you.
the anticipation of
while for the hopeful
infantile hearts it
lifts their grief, briefly
through burdening and
bones with naïve love
searching high and low
to possess an elusive
ecstasy built strength
eases the bated breaths of
The world is exploding
Dirt flying and rocks hitting your skin
You run out of breath
Uneven and rocky you tumble and fall
The sounds of the dying scream into your ear
FIRE AT WILL
You force your mind shut and close your eyes
You think but you can't get a single thing out of your head
All you see and hear are the screams of the dying and the yelling of the fighting
You feel the ground hard an
Paint itPaint the world anew with your scarlet letters,
As the days pass and cities fill with feathers.
When the angels come a callin,
Paint the city before you go fallin.
Paint the rear view mirror,
To a scene that is somehow nearer.
Gone into the sun,
We'll make this scene fun,
As the battery dies and the mind dries,
You better go give up on lies.
Paint this life anew,
Scream it like you're due.
The caged voice breaks
With words that each sound ache,
Trembling with fear and worry's course.
Shatter all the walls with echoed force.
Paint it all,
Before we spin and fall.
The story of a Hero
In the darkness that I follow
it feels like my life is only hollow
An empty shell, a broken hold on life
I am the product of high school strife
Never cool, never in the crowd
Never the one who is considered 'loud'
I have friends, but they don't care
I can never find them anywhere
I feel like I am destined for so much more
Like there is something greater in store
As if that could happen, I'm nothing they say
Just a nerd with no life, but hey
I can grasp this life, even though it's crap
Knowing one day I'll completely snap
Maybe they'll get what they deserve one day
No matter what, Karma always has her way
I know I'm nothing much but you will see
Even the greatest heroes start off like me
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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