No words can ever express
The tear of an internal wound
The break of a beating stone
The compunction of a mistake
No feelings could ever surpass
The feelings of repugnance
The feelings of indignation
The feelings of love
No actions can be more deleterious
Than those of neglect
Than those of false accusation
Than those of dishonesty
No time can seem more interminable
Than a time spent in fear
Than a moment of abeyance
Than an eternal epoch of merriment
And no person can ever express himself
Firmly
Accurately
Genuinely
... just like the paradoxicality in the statements made above.
"We're leaving, darling!"
"All right! Bye, Mum!"
The front door slammed shut and she heard the lock click. A sigh of relief escaped her; finally, she could leave too...
Her parents wouldn't know, of course; they had just left, and they wouldn't return for a few more hours. And her sister... well, she was too busy talking on the phone 24/7. She wouldn't notice it if the house was on fire; she was just so ignorant, and selfish as well. She thought of no one but herself.
So, Viola hurried downstairs with a bag-pack filled with a couple pairs of clothes, some food and water, and the little money she had saved. She took the car key off it's ho
The tears of the sky,
Mixed with its own,
Brought back the judgment,
And sting with a moan
It watched the glow,
That could not be grasped,
And fought the loner,
That deep within rasped
Was it a dream,
That made it blind,
From the fickle world,
Of a clever mind?
It's been six days, eighteen hours, and eleven minutes. The continuous stream of nightmares still have not ceased. Of course you were present in each and every one of them; it's only natural. I've been going over and over how I would tell you this in my head, but every time I think of it, the waterworks start, as they have now. I have lost count of how many letters I've started to write, each ending up all wrong, and so each getting teared up into pieces and then burned. Such a waste of paper. Maybe this will work. Maybe this final letter I write to you will be the right one. If it isn't... well, I might just set the computer on fire then. I
Days after days pass by, and I feel that with them our friendship becomes but a mere acquaintanceship. What happened, really?
But then I cannot help but wonder that maybe it's better this way. After all, life's full of lessons, right? You can't change anything in the past, but you control your own future. Sometimes I wonder if that's true.... I feel that my future is not in my hands, but in those around me. Do you feel the same?
Now that I think about it, we were so childish before. Our hope and wishes and dreams and desires.... all so childish. All.. except one.
And now, as we stand here today, and I look into your eyes... I see emptiness
Ignorance Isn't Bliss by ElaineFlammel, literature
Literature
Ignorance Isn't Bliss
You think you're a princess, but you're not.
You think you can rule the world, but you can't.
You think you know everything, but you don't.
You think I can't see you, but I do.
You think you can ignore everything, but you know that isn't true.
You think that I don't notice your intentions, but I do.
You think you can just let it go, but you can't.
You think you can move on, but that's a big lie.
You think you can stand on that pedestal, but you only look like a fool.
You think that you can escape the truth, but you can't.
You think that you're happy, but all I see is a fake, broken mask.
You think you're the best of all, but you ar
In a time of lies and secrets,
Crossing the flames of love,
Hid the foul blade of death,
That poisoned a bloodstained dove
Imprisoned in a forbidden land,
It cried to no avail,
Unseen by the pathetic wanderers,
The oracle had now set sail
Abandoned was it's fate,
In the terrain of it's foe,
Forgotten and dissipated,
The dove conveyed it's woe
Two paths displayed affront,
Still neither of them picked,
The third that led to death,
The fourth that gently pricked
In vein it chose,
The rocky path,
That brought misery,
Yet killed it's wrath
To this day,
It caves from me,
My shadowed character,
That yearns to be free.
Have you ever felt like you've done your best, but it still wasn't enough?
Have you ever felt a tug in your stomach, when you hear things that you never intended to know?
Have you ever felt like wanting revenge, enough that the victim will scream and their knees will buckle, and they will fall over, sobbing of shame?
Have you ever tried to hide what you're feeling, so that the other wouldn't get hurt?
Have you ever met someone who changed your life, only to realize that they also left you empty?
Have you ever cried into your pillow, thinking of what could have been..?
Have you ever stayed awake at night, with hopeless thoughts that ran
No words can ever express
The tear of an internal wound
The break of a beating stone
The compunction of a mistake
No feelings could ever surpass
The feelings of repugnance
The feelings of indignation
The feelings of love
No actions can be more deleterious
Than those of neglect
Than those of false accusation
Than those of dishonesty
No time can seem more interminable
Than a time spent in fear
Than a moment of abeyance
Than an eternal epoch of merriment
And no person can ever express himself
Firmly
Accurately
Genuinely
... just like the paradoxicality in the statements made above.
"We're leaving, darling!"
"All right! Bye, Mum!"
The front door slammed shut and she heard the lock click. A sigh of relief escaped her; finally, she could leave too...
Her parents wouldn't know, of course; they had just left, and they wouldn't return for a few more hours. And her sister... well, she was too busy talking on the phone 24/7. She wouldn't notice it if the house was on fire; she was just so ignorant, and selfish as well. She thought of no one but herself.
So, Viola hurried downstairs with a bag-pack filled with a couple pairs of clothes, some food and water, and the little money she had saved. She took the car key off it's ho
The tears of the sky,
Mixed with its own,
Brought back the judgment,
And sting with a moan
It watched the glow,
That could not be grasped,
And fought the loner,
That deep within rasped
Was it a dream,
That made it blind,
From the fickle world,
Of a clever mind?
It's been six days, eighteen hours, and eleven minutes. The continuous stream of nightmares still have not ceased. Of course you were present in each and every one of them; it's only natural. I've been going over and over how I would tell you this in my head, but every time I think of it, the waterworks start, as they have now. I have lost count of how many letters I've started to write, each ending up all wrong, and so each getting teared up into pieces and then burned. Such a waste of paper. Maybe this will work. Maybe this final letter I write to you will be the right one. If it isn't... well, I might just set the computer on fire then. I
Days after days pass by, and I feel that with them our friendship becomes but a mere acquaintanceship. What happened, really?
But then I cannot help but wonder that maybe it's better this way. After all, life's full of lessons, right? You can't change anything in the past, but you control your own future. Sometimes I wonder if that's true.... I feel that my future is not in my hands, but in those around me. Do you feel the same?
Now that I think about it, we were so childish before. Our hope and wishes and dreams and desires.... all so childish. All.. except one.
And now, as we stand here today, and I look into your eyes... I see emptiness
Ignorance Isn't Bliss by ElaineFlammel, literature
Literature
Ignorance Isn't Bliss
You think you're a princess, but you're not.
You think you can rule the world, but you can't.
You think you know everything, but you don't.
You think I can't see you, but I do.
You think you can ignore everything, but you know that isn't true.
You think that I don't notice your intentions, but I do.
You think you can just let it go, but you can't.
You think you can move on, but that's a big lie.
You think you can stand on that pedestal, but you only look like a fool.
You think that you can escape the truth, but you can't.
You think that you're happy, but all I see is a fake, broken mask.
You think you're the best of all, but you ar
In a time of lies and secrets,
Crossing the flames of love,
Hid the foul blade of death,
That poisoned a bloodstained dove
Imprisoned in a forbidden land,
It cried to no avail,
Unseen by the pathetic wanderers,
The oracle had now set sail
Abandoned was it's fate,
In the terrain of it's foe,
Forgotten and dissipated,
The dove conveyed it's woe
Two paths displayed affront,
Still neither of them picked,
The third that led to death,
The fourth that gently pricked
In vein it chose,
The rocky path,
That brought misery,
Yet killed it's wrath
To this day,
It caves from me,
My shadowed character,
That yearns to be free.
Have you ever felt like you've done your best, but it still wasn't enough?
Have you ever felt a tug in your stomach, when you hear things that you never intended to know?
Have you ever felt like wanting revenge, enough that the victim will scream and their knees will buckle, and they will fall over, sobbing of shame?
Have you ever tried to hide what you're feeling, so that the other wouldn't get hurt?
Have you ever met someone who changed your life, only to realize that they also left you empty?
Have you ever cried into your pillow, thinking of what could have been..?
Have you ever stayed awake at night, with hopeless thoughts that ran
The words I see won't stitch themselves together. Though thread and needle are present and accounted for, the stubborn words just won't fly. My aching fingertips long for the warmth of merry words across frozen keys to melt away the frostbite of dulled creativity and empty thoughts.
Once upon a time, I could sit and instantly have these hovering words sewn in long lines of delicate fashion and graceful fluidity, but not anymore. Now the words float aimlessly around my buzzing skull, behind my heavy eyelids, and through the unlit passageways of my brain until I can take it no more and toss them aside for a later date.
I struggle, inward and
Hello, Bright Eyes. The dawn of Time shines from within you, threatening to burst through your fragile body. My hands twitch at my sides, wanting to help you, yet knowing that to do so would destroy everything I know and don't, everything I love and don't.
You, with your innocent smile tugging at your petal-pink child's lips. Even if the world were to see you, it could never guess you'd be the end of it. A bitter taste rises in my mouth, forcing my lips upward in a grimace-the grimace you adore so much.
When we first met, that day by the water fountain when I could still imagine going to the moon and learning to fly, I thought you had come
Sometimes I taptaptap at my keys, fueled with the thought that you might read my innermost feelings here.
Sometimes, I imagine that I never broke anything or anyone, that I'm just another faceless girl, waiting for her prince.
Sometimes I give up who I am, just for a moment or three or four, so I can float above and watch everything from the clouds, unharmed.
Sometimes I write about those times that aren't always, but not never, either; just some of the time.
Burning Blood Ch 2. Dimitri by scream459, literature
Literature
Burning Blood Ch 2. Dimitri
Russia
Would he still love them? Dimitri thought it was best that his father didn't know. It was dangerous for anyone to know. That's what his mama always told him. 5 years old, he was already reasoning through this situation. His mother was trying to convince him that they could trust his father, that it was time for him to know before he found out on accident. Dimitri was under the impression that whoever found out would want him and his mama dead. He came to a conclusion that telling his father was not worth their lives.
"He's never going to know if we don't tell him", Dimitri begged on his mothers lap. She rocked back and for
Past the point of no return by tamarazeegers, literature
Literature
Past the point of no return
I sat, while my gaze wandered
The story going through my mind
Until distracted somehow, I looked up
And my gaze found you
No matter what I would have done
I should have known
I should have guessed
I was already past the point of no return
I watched you take a seat
And then you turned to me
My heart thudding in my ears
You asked me a question
No matter how I would have replied
I should have known
I should have guessed
I was already past the point of no return
You were there in the break
Charming, beautiful and nice
I felt shy I did not know what to do
I felt so insecure
No matter how I would have acted
I should have known
The sand digs into my powdered feet when I step delicately across the familiar beach.
The path I take is forever ingrained in my mind, from times long ago when I used to pace this very expanse of land, relentlessly, in the heat of those endless summer days.
This place, it used to be a source of comfort; the only pinprick of calm in a dark, stormy night that seemed to tarry on forever until morning's heavenly light.
But these days, all it holds are empty, shattered memories of what used to be, and what should have been, but couldn't.
I suppose I should blame you for ruining my sanctuary, clouding it with visions of your brown eyes and your
In a time of lies and secrets,
Crossing the flames of love,
Hid the foul blade of death,
That poisoned a bloodstained dove
Imprisoned in a forbidden land,
It cried to no avail,
Unseen by the pathetic wanderers,
The oracle had now set sail
Abandoned was it's fate,
In the terrain of it's foe,
Forgotten and dissipated,
The dove conveyed it's woe
Two paths displayed affront,
Still neither of them picked,
The third that led to death,
The fourth that gently pricked
In vein it chose,
The rocky path,
That brought misery,
Yet killed it's wrath
To this day,
It caves from me,
My shadowed character,
That yearns to be free.
'Sup, ya'll. Haven't been on here in a very long time. Hope everyone is well.
I was just looking through my old stuff, and just glad to see that I have matured much in the past few years. Should I delete my old entries? Or at least my old Journals? I want to start everything again, on a new leaf. Life is complicated, but I have accepted that, and so; life is good. I'm happy with how far I have come, and excited for the future. It's funny how every small thing is such a huge deal when one is younger. I'm glad to have grown out of that.
I want to get into writing again; just waiting for inspiration.
Love you all,
...
I was so excited about going ice skating for the first time in my life. Thanks dad, for saying no....And mum, for makin me tell him, knowing the answer.