I have a question what if:
A man in a box came?
An owl flew through the window?
Your name was the one drawn?
You heard the people sing?
A note book fell from the sky?
The fire nation attacked?
A Russian's scarf tried to kill you?
Hollows attacked your family?
You get decommissioned?
You had a paper with lipstick on it?
You got a new groove?
There was a chemical X?
Would you go on to be,
The hero of the story?
If asked to tell,
Who I am, I'd say:
I'm a gamer,
Late nights online,
I'm a Role-player,
Always in character,
I'm a Otaku,
Enjoying daily,
I'm an Animal lover,
Cats, dogs, even fish,
I'm a writer,
Ideas in my head,
I'm a cosplayer,
Good costumes my goal,
I'm a nobody,
Not that I care.
Sometimes what I wish,
Is that everyone's life,
Was like a fairy tale,
Kids are the royalty,
Doted on by everyone,
Hated by no one,
Teens are brave heroes,
Fighting for their beliefs,
Protecting the weak,
Adults are wise men,
Sharing their knowledge,
Helping the new,
Sadly, it's just a wish,
That'll never come true,
So long as we're imperfect.
It’s pouring rain outside
The sun is hiding
Let the world pause for a long moment
I look to my left
Lying there in her best Sunday dress
Her dull eyes close, her blue lips smile
Her hair covers the marks on her neck
Her sleeves never reveal a single deep scar
Her face so pale and dry
Her hands so cold and still
Flowers surround her in multiple colours
Wish I could show her the way
She fought hard inside herself
Solved a temporary problem
With a permanent solution
Goodbye old friend
May you find peace somewhere else
Preserved In Fresh Jam by Curiositykilledthe, literature
Literature
Preserved In Fresh Jam
I'll keep your memory preserved in fresh jam,
and I'll take you with me wherever I am.
To have and hold you kept close to my heart,
So nothing and no one can tear us apart.
Your wonderful strangness your musical ways,
Those beautiful green eyes I got lost in for days.
Would all be eroded, all faded to black,
without the transparent case thats holding them back.
the world is only gonna break your heart. by michi-iyo, literature
Literature
the world is only gonna break your heart.
You allowed me a glance inside of you, opened your ever-shut mouth so I could lean
into it and look down. It was ugly. It was a total mess down there; it was all yellow with
bitterness, and knotted with heartache. And I just wanted to climb down past your tonsils,
down your larynx and into your chest to clean up the mess. I could untie you, or at least
I could try to. You know I don't like cleaning much but I'd scrub your walls and fix you
up and let in a little sunlight. Still you closed your mouth and when you opened it again it
was all tongue and alcohol and hunger for mine.
You never allow me inside, you never allow me past th
Once upon a time there was a girl that had it all
With eyes like shining beacons and her body mystical
She walked along a sacred path devoted to the light
Her spoken words and actions served a purely humble plight
But hunger came and wrecked her soul, it disemboweled her
A hunger so relentless that the path became a blur
Her body craving power while her soul still struggled back
Alas, it lost the fight and now her heart was turning black
Day by day and night by night the girl was further gone
Malicious hands and viscious tongue, her morals long foregone
She now had fame and power, so why would she want more?
With record deals and perfect ha
This world is mad,
The system is broken,
Tons left sad,
Things are unspoken,
No one willing to change,
Not one thing new,
Nothing seeming strange,
Now another thing to rue,
Maybe some day soon,
Malice will be gone,
Midnight another noon,
Morning just another dawn,
But sadly all these thoughts,
Barely cause any new plots.