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Sister.My eyes burn,
Reading the words that I never wanted to read,
Seeing the truth that I never wanted.
Bleeding over the loss.
Thoughts devour my mind,
I sink, deeper,
Cowering away from the ugly truth
That has brought me to this end.
And my longing never satisfied.
That is all there is to it.
That will be the end to her amazing story.
No pages will ever be dared to turn.
No words shall escape it's covers.
No whispers shall escape her bind.
No happily ever after, shall she ever see.
I watched it happen.
I watched her die.
I stood there helpless,
bound by my confusion and terror.
As if roots emerged from the ground,
grabbing hold of me,
pulling me into the depths, where I never hoped to sink.
I am there now.
In the darkness,
No light shall ever venture close enough to me,
Nothing will ever dare to touch me,
love me again.
As I scream,
no one is there.
They all left.
They all healed.
FirefliesThe sky is on fire,
Tongues of the monster licking upwards into space.
The heat increasing,
As it creeps further and further,
Devouring the stars.
Eating them up as if they were sweets.
Each one tasting more and more delightful.
The sky is on fire,
I can see it for myself.
The monster is sleeping,
Resting on the night.
Not aware of the sun that shall soon rise,
Forcing it away.
The roar as it breathes in the wind,
Shall soon die down.
The sky is on fire,
Though it is fighting.
Fighting to keep it's precious territory.
The sun threatens to overthrow the raging beast,
As it rears up, ready to attack.
Jaws of flame snapping at the rising sun.
The sun wins, taking over the sky.
The sky is on fire.
Though the fire is dead.
Laying to rest, in it's grave.
It has been defeated,
But somehow I know that it will come alive again tonight,
To reclaim it's glorious throne.
Seasons. Part 1: Blackness.Walking down these grungy, dark streets, I am a stranger. I am a stranger to everyone around me. I still don't know why I agreed to meet Louis here. He insisted that I come, but already, I am lost. I need to find a map somewhere.
No one notices me. I am a chameleon, blending into the rainforest around me. Cold water droplets continually falling on my head, making it duck lower and lower as each one falls. Everything seems normal. I steer my path into the direction of an internet cafe down the road, hoping to use a computer to find Google Maps. The building was empty. I hear the bell above the door jingle and jangle to it's tune as I push open the heavy door. There are no lights on, which makes it hard to see the mysterious room's interior. My hands run across the wall searching for the light switch, but quickly jerk away as they come across a sticky wet substance on the wall. This place is already giving me the creeps. I advance my way further into the shop. The only thing guiding my f
To My Dear Louis, My Angel.
Dear Louis Tomlinson.
Other girls say they adore you,
Others say that they care,
Others say you're beautiful,
Other say you're theirs,
Others say you're cute,
Others like your hair.
But I am the exception,
the stand-out in the crowd.
For you alone,
Are my angel,
Sent from God himself,
Down from heaven.
We were meant to share,
we shall have the freedom of doves
as we share our unconditional, irrevocable love.
For you alone,
Are my angel sent from heaven above.
Yours truly and forever,
UnmovingThis is it.
My life has spun upside down.
Everything went wrong, it's my fault.
She didn't need to do it,
she didn't want to do it.
But I wanted her to.
So she did.
Off the edge,
into the crashing waves
of the deep blue.
And disappeared into it's icy depths,
and landed in the murky darkness below.
There she will stay,
until worn away by the waves.
There she will stay,
Eyes forever open,
Lungs forever filled,
Skin forever white,
Bones forever chilled,
her heart will never beat
to the same thundering tune.
But here, she shall stay,
in my heart,
in your heart,
in mother's heart,
in father's heart,
and in vain.
But she will never truly die,
until her name is never said again.
Trojan Horse MysteryThis is the story of a 9 year old girl's experience of the war between Troy and Greece.
I am gazing out the window peacefully, watching the passing clouds in the bright blue sky, when I see my father racing down the lane towards the house. He bounds into the house and spins me around 2, 3, 4 times
"We've done it! We've won this wretched war at last!"
My sister Brianna races into the room upon hearing the news. "Is it true what you say father? You aren't joking?"
He leads the both of us outside, I have to blink hard before I can believe what it is that I am seeing. There, in the middle of the city center, is a monstrous wooden horse. I had seen horses before but never had I seen one of this size. Father leans down and whispers into my hear "The Greeks made it as an offering to their Goddess Athena." His breath, and beard, tickle my neck as he speaks. Then he wanders off to a clump of his fellow soldiers celebrating their win.
Troy is filled with laughter and merriment, it is now
Drifting on the icy water.
The blinding white, wherever you look.
As you push your paddle against the rippling surface of the deep blue.
Left, right. Left right.
A chill running down your spine,
As you realise, that you are completely alone.
A hint of fear.
You realise that no one is there to save you.
All around are amazing ice sculptures, glaciers.
Drifting along with you on the endless sea.
But what truly catches your attention,
Is the monstrous cave ahead.
It's beautiful ice, reflecting the sun, draws you in closer.
Only too late do you realise the danger,
But still, curiosity overwhelms you.
The cavern swallows you up,
Luring you into it's waters.
You gasp, and almost tumble out of your kayak,
As you look up.
For the roof of the cavern is a massive rainbow dome.
The ice reflecting the suns rays.
Purple, pink, blue, yellow, orange.
Every colour you can think of surrounds you.
Everything is made of ice.
The Imagination of The Poeple. Part 2: Sleep."Jenna? Jenna darling are you in there?" The continuous tapping on my door is driving me insane, so, I don't answer.
She's always here. Asking me questions. Describing life. She means well, but I don't like having her around. She makes me feel like a piece, just another piece of the world, that people can experiment on. I don't like that.
I don't like most people. I can't see them, but that makes me concentrate more on what they say, and some people don't know how to hold their tongue.
Which is why I hardly speak. I don't have many friends. In fact, I don't have any. No one is brave enough to become friends with a blind person. I don't take it personally, I should, but I don't.
I feel the purr and mew of my kitten, Harmony. I feel a soft thud as she lands on the cusion next to me, her claws dig into my thighs as she curls up into my lap. My fragile fingers search to find her head, and I pet her gently behind her ears.
"Jenna darling, it's time for your dinner. I have made you your
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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