Surviving fate is hard to do,
cause what is life if not through.
Once a man, now the dead.
He though the fate he had fled.
Forever one this world to roam,
never again to return to his home.
HugHer hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.
She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her
Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
Everywhere I see,
news, internet, and newspapers.
Tell us, we may be the last.
And the end is near.
So fast and to late, the world
has been crumbling down
with the saint.
Pain, suffering, and losses
The earths ground crumble,
the weather goes insane.
Everything out of place, in fear
as we are.
Scared of the end.
Losing half the world,
in mysterious ways.
Lies, lies, lies.
The end is slowly emerging,
suffering to all,
depression, and darkness.
No one is safe, no one to trust,
the world is crumbling, as we sit there
When well it be for us?
My eyes have seen the signs,
my ears have heard the evil,
my mouth is covered.
The end is near,
It is beginning,
as we become watched,
nothing personally or private.
Scared for your safety of your family and
The end is coming, I am not scared.
But ready to protect.
Ready to fight,
ready to survive.
It calls, it whispers.
The tone is soft and silk, my body stops as I listen.
The Voice speaks to me, as it tells me
the secrets of life.
My body is warm and safe, as the voice
echos through the wind.
"My dear Child..."
I must follow it, as I enter into a world
of magnificent wonders.
The voice speaks leading me.
"My dear child, follow I..."
it swirls around me.
The voice calling ,
whispering and there.
"Follow, follow into the world of wonder..."
as I enter without
I enter and the voice continues,
through my soul and I.
In shadows, it roams in grace.
Its eyes scan as the mortals lived on,
at night time as you go to sleep.
In the shadows it lurks as you sleep,
watching you turn and breath.
It comes closer as it leans in,
not knowing from the shadows,
you sleep deeply and soundly.
In the shadows they watch you,
watch you as you move a slight inch.
Even during the day, they watch you.
The feeling of eyes, millions of eyes
They await in the shadows,
they wait to take you and
you'll be gone in a second.
In the Shadows they wait.
master"I want to be by your side forever I never want to leave it so why do you act like you want me to? I am the only person who will stay with you long term I promised you I would and I've never strayed from that but you also promised me this but so many times have have you held back on your word but I've always came back once your done. I care for you dearly that's why I'll never let you go have I not made you happy is that why you look at me with such scrutiny?, I'm sorry please forgive me I promise if you do I'll be your servant for eternity and you'll be my master, doesn't that sound nice? We'll never be apart just a little while longer and we can always be together I know this may hurt but please don't cry! I can't stand it when you cry! We are never going to be apart you can now keep your promise to me the one you made so many years ago, It's okay I hear it too remember when we promised to keep each other safe well now we can. Here if your scared you can hold my hand I won't jerk awa
the fireless pg1I do remembering opening my eyes for the first time to see the three brothers. I was clearly smaller than them and heard my own squeaky cackle of a voice as I tried to speak. I heard one mumble then leave the cave as the youngest one jokes slightly then picking me up with its claws. I hear the one beside him laugh slightly as my wings flap eagerly wanting to go higher. I hear myself laugh with joy then I see something making my heart drop..blood. As soon as my needle pointed eye lays on it a stench fills the cave. I then notice cracked egg shells with small corpses laying inside with gashes the size of my legs. I whimper then clutch closer to the one holding me. "We'll take care of you..right,Xercxiis?" I hear as I look at him with a curious look. He gives a short nod and walks out for the youngest to carry me on his back. " you ready little one? Hold tight" he says before jumping off the edge and gliding over a large landscape. I look down seeing small towns burnt to a crisp. I see th
The knights mistakeI met a knight out of the shade with blood in his eyes.
An obsession to behold in which he cannot comprise
My cards were dealt.
My life would end....
yet he chose to undue the twine of death.
Ever knowing my splendour, in toying with lives
You did me a favour. You foolish knight.
You took hold of the shroud of death from I.
As to why?
Perhaps you call for something more.
A favour in turn perhaps cradles your thoughts
If so sweet knight meet me ever soon.
In the Alley were blood was spilled and we first met.
from the girl of dread.....
Whom thirsts for blood, my foolish, sweet knight.