You're constantly at the corner of my eye.
It annoys me because I don't know why.
I look around it's always you I see.
Even when I don't want to, I do it unconsciously.
All of that is now gone FOREVER.
Are you happy now?
Have you satisfied your hate for me?
I can never talk with him again...
My eyes are swollen, heart is numb, an i grab my chest knowing that this is the end.
The feeling of anger, sorrow and sympathy lurks deep within me.
I was hoping that you would understand...how our love is ment to be...
My heart beats, it bleeds cutting me up inside.
Its torture to live without him by my side...
All I now have is memories...
Replaying over and over again...
My dreams are shattered
and my hope disappears like they never even mattered.
Help...I'm lost in the dark...
Suffering from our two worlds that are so, so apart.
I guess this is is a sign from the heavens above...
This is the new beginning... of our FORBIDDEN LOVE.
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck
[A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.]
Every single fucking day.
You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Song of RaineShe scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.
And pictures the sunset in a distant land.
She dreams of places, where she'd be free.
With clouds as far as the eyes could see.
And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,
While I would watch from my window pane.
With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;
The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...
Norway x Reader - Why?Why?
Tears cascaded down her face. Her (e/c) eyes stared at his beautiful mysterious .eyes. His eyes were dull to some people but not her " (name) .I'm sorry ..we could still be-No!" (name) sighed , she didn't want this. Why did she do it? Was she not good enough for him? The young girl started to walk away with a forced smile on her face. But then turned into a frown.
"we can still be friends though ."
'I let my emotions get the best of me .'
(name) 'sbestfriend 'now ex-bestfriend' she thought bitterly. You see , it all started a few months ago ..
(name) was talking with her friends , listening to the latest gossip of the school. One of her friends brought up that a new student was transferring today. A foreign one at that."Ehhh ..? , A foreigner in school? Must be another Korean -Hey! Korea is the best country Da-ze!" (friends name) rolled her eyes. " Shut-up Im Yong! " she yelled. (friends name) start
And even still...Wishes upon a star,
Like the brilliance of the sun,
Fleeting like stardust
Blink – it’s gone.
And even still…
The sparkle that is left behind
Never fades easily
From the trenches of the mind.
Like butterfly’s wings
Are fragile, be gentle
Or breakage it brings.
And even still…
The powder left behind,
On your fingertips it does dance,
As it goes unrefined.
Mirrors on the wall,
Like shimmering water,
It can distort the image,
And the ego it does slaughter.
And even still…
The cracks it leaves behind,
Do leave room to be filled
With the kindness of mankind.
An Oath to My Father
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Sonnet 4 for my grandmother
Her flowers, softly pressed against her palm,
have lost their quiet gift of sunlit breath
in lieu of gentle summer's song, this psalm
hushed now by looming mute of living death.
The owl's lonely mating cry rings out
against the fjord today, and still I find
her shorn cloth adorning my clouded route
home. Roughly textured skin of night confined
my skin; however, the small trestles built
from earth to hidden light behind the moon
guide me to her in sleep. Her petals lilt
toward my lap, hold me until the room
becomes a slowing top. They fall the way
she falls. The dark blends calmly into gray.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.