You are my heart
But I am broken
Does it matter?
Maybe
How can I love
When you cannot
If I love you nor me?
Take my hand
And we’ll be fine
My heart
It beats for you
You my love
My soul
My trust
You’re everything I need.
Everything happens for a reason
A broken heart
A broken mind
Lifeless ghosts
Run out of time
But everything happens for a reason
So that makes it alright
So what is my reason?
Another life, similar yet diff by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
Another life, similar yet diff
Much like anything else, it had to start somewhere or else there would be nothing to tell which undermines the purpose of that which you now clutch in your hand.
I was once like you. Silent. Quiet. The one who wouldn't say boo to a ghost or even lay a finger upon a fly. If I'm being honest, I think even if I was trapped in a town full of zombies, I would much rather be eaten by them than harm one for they too were innocent at one point. I suppose maybe that is why I was chosen. I was but the child in the background. The one who hides in photos so maybe it was simply easier to take me away from the place I once called 'home'.
Then again
She loves him with all her heart
He says he loves her far much more
Yet that's not hard when she looks deep
The daisy's petals he picks free
She loves me not
She loves me
But does she love him
Truly
Honestly
When every moment with him
Is filled with emotion.
To cry would be a blessing
And so often she has almost
In his arms she finds shelter
But from them she finds her faults
In his kisses she feels his passion
But from her own heart she feels naught
Second guessing
Is love love
Or just a result of teenage lust?
Yet the daisy's petals he doth pick
She loves me not
She loves me
Is it fair for her to pretend?
When she
Who Are We To Deny It? by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
Who Are We To Deny It?
A simple moment may last forever,
A simple dream may cause disaster
Yet who are we to deny it?
A war for peace
Holds no relief
Yet who are we to deny it?
They say the grass is greener on the other side
And they say times change with the tide
Yet who are we to deny it?
We the dead may mutter so
Our words of wisdom wise
They try to deny such simply fact
But people always die
These tides may change
The grass greener
Moments last forever
Dreams may cause disaster
For when you die we are they who deny it
Don't deny me
Just another life...?I forget. by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
Just another life...?I forget.
Much like anything else, it had to start somewhere or else there would be nothing to tell which undermines the purpose of that which you now clutch in your hand.
I was once like you. Silent. Quiet. The one who wouldn't say boo to a ghost or even lay a finger upon a fly. If I'm being honest I think even if I was trapped in a town full of zombies, I would much rather be eaten by them than harm one for they too were innocent at one point. I suppose maybe that is why I was chosen. I was but the child in the background. The one who hides in photos so maybe it was simply easier to take me away from the place I once called 'home'.
Then again,
The First Day We Met by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
The First Day We Met
Shadows creep here and there
The echoes of our past
I remember your laugh
Though we laughed barely for the cruel misfortune we saw prevented such joy.
We were one
You and I
Dearest friends from a time long ago
So, to my cherished friend I have long forgotten:
I write this letter even now. I know you're gone but still I hope that somewhere in your mortal form you remember me. I hope we meet again you and I for we were so much my friend you were like a sibling so full of life so radiant in your fight but dear friend all life must end and so this battle for you has indeed come to an end.
Do you remember the day we first met? We were run
Is the best way to free your mind,
To hide yourself from all you know?
To run from all you love?
To destroy that which once was
So completely
No one knows what you are anymore
Shall I hide
When fighting has no effect
When 'just ignoring it' solves nothing
A friend
No more
A lover
Of who?
The only thing that can't be changed
Is life and death
But friends
Everything else
Gone or forgotten
No Distractions.
I can hear it.
Cant you?
The creatures rushing below like ants.
Such a cliché
Yet truth can be found in familiar words.
I know. They too lie.
I love you
Can be filled with content
And I will never leave you
Is but a simple wish fading into our hollow minds as once again we lose ourselves to grief and pain.
Death is bearable.
For no one is to blame.
But whats the excuse
When theres a choice?
Its not your fault
You didnt choose this
Its not my fault either
I didnt want this
But lifes unfair
We get no say
So although we dont choose we pay the price.
The butterfly eff
You are my heart
But I am broken
Does it matter?
Maybe
How can I love
When you cannot
If I love you nor me?
Take my hand
And we’ll be fine
My heart
It beats for you
You my love
My soul
My trust
You’re everything I need.
Everything happens for a reason
A broken heart
A broken mind
Lifeless ghosts
Run out of time
But everything happens for a reason
So that makes it alright
So what is my reason?
Another life, similar yet diff by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
Another life, similar yet diff
Much like anything else, it had to start somewhere or else there would be nothing to tell which undermines the purpose of that which you now clutch in your hand.
I was once like you. Silent. Quiet. The one who wouldn't say boo to a ghost or even lay a finger upon a fly. If I'm being honest, I think even if I was trapped in a town full of zombies, I would much rather be eaten by them than harm one for they too were innocent at one point. I suppose maybe that is why I was chosen. I was but the child in the background. The one who hides in photos so maybe it was simply easier to take me away from the place I once called 'home'.
Then again
She loves him with all her heart
He says he loves her far much more
Yet that's not hard when she looks deep
The daisy's petals he picks free
She loves me not
She loves me
But does she love him
Truly
Honestly
When every moment with him
Is filled with emotion.
To cry would be a blessing
And so often she has almost
In his arms she finds shelter
But from them she finds her faults
In his kisses she feels his passion
But from her own heart she feels naught
Second guessing
Is love love
Or just a result of teenage lust?
Yet the daisy's petals he doth pick
She loves me not
She loves me
Is it fair for her to pretend?
When she
Who Are We To Deny It? by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
Who Are We To Deny It?
A simple moment may last forever,
A simple dream may cause disaster
Yet who are we to deny it?
A war for peace
Holds no relief
Yet who are we to deny it?
They say the grass is greener on the other side
And they say times change with the tide
Yet who are we to deny it?
We the dead may mutter so
Our words of wisdom wise
They try to deny such simply fact
But people always die
These tides may change
The grass greener
Moments last forever
Dreams may cause disaster
For when you die we are they who deny it
Don't deny me
Just another life...?I forget. by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
Just another life...?I forget.
Much like anything else, it had to start somewhere or else there would be nothing to tell which undermines the purpose of that which you now clutch in your hand.
I was once like you. Silent. Quiet. The one who wouldn't say boo to a ghost or even lay a finger upon a fly. If I'm being honest I think even if I was trapped in a town full of zombies, I would much rather be eaten by them than harm one for they too were innocent at one point. I suppose maybe that is why I was chosen. I was but the child in the background. The one who hides in photos so maybe it was simply easier to take me away from the place I once called 'home'.
Then again,
The First Day We Met by Lady-Florence-LC, literature
Literature
The First Day We Met
Shadows creep here and there
The echoes of our past
I remember your laugh
Though we laughed barely for the cruel misfortune we saw prevented such joy.
We were one
You and I
Dearest friends from a time long ago
So, to my cherished friend I have long forgotten:
I write this letter even now. I know you're gone but still I hope that somewhere in your mortal form you remember me. I hope we meet again you and I for we were so much my friend you were like a sibling so full of life so radiant in your fight but dear friend all life must end and so this battle for you has indeed come to an end.
Do you remember the day we first met? We were run
Is the best way to free your mind,
To hide yourself from all you know?
To run from all you love?
To destroy that which once was
So completely
No one knows what you are anymore
Shall I hide
When fighting has no effect
When 'just ignoring it' solves nothing
A friend
No more
A lover
Of who?
The only thing that can't be changed
Is life and death
But friends
Everything else
Gone or forgotten
No Distractions.
I can hear it.
Cant you?
The creatures rushing below like ants.
Such a cliché
Yet truth can be found in familiar words.
I know. They too lie.
I love you
Can be filled with content
And I will never leave you
Is but a simple wish fading into our hollow minds as once again we lose ourselves to grief and pain.
Death is bearable.
For no one is to blame.
But whats the excuse
When theres a choice?
Its not your fault
You didnt choose this
Its not my fault either
I didnt want this
But lifes unfair
We get no say
So although we dont choose we pay the price.
The butterfly eff
HELP! Please tell me what you think of this! by thewhitecrayon164, literature
Literature
HELP! Please tell me what you think of this!
Fingers of mist rolled over the marshlands. Oliver Sinon shuddered as the wind whipped his hair around his eyes. Tightening his scarf around his neck, he kept trudging through glistening mud. His breath twirled above him; rising to the heavens, like a prayer. The deserted expanse of West Ryder lay before him a tear spilled down his face, shining. He wasn't crying. His eyes were just watering from the cold. Of course he wasn't crying. Sinon never cried. Not ever.
Out of the fog rose the rusted gates of the asylum. Six feet tall, sharp enough to cut flesh; evidence of this hung from the ridges. Muffled screams echoed in the distance. S
How do you fix a broken heart?
Forever and always,
No more.
.
How do you fix a broken heart?
Shattered in an instance.
You shredded the shards.
.
How do you fix a broken heart?
You ripped the pieces.
You crumpled the scraps.
.
How do you fix a broken heart?
What is broken is now lost, the puppy on the posters.
What is gone cannot ever be repaired
pieces scattered, not to be recollected.
No string and needle to mend the rips at the seams
No glue for the cracks in the glass.
Watch your destruction unfold,
the san trickling down, time wasted.
Pride a brick wall from apologies
tongues turn to serpents,
eyes darting away,
the arrows of eye contact equal sure death,
Despair.
Red targets hit bullseye,
cold creeps over.
The blank stare,
unrecognizing, unacknowledging.
The look of a statue.
All that was once there is now nevermore.
The person you once knew
The days of the thirteenth by sallyftnbc, literature
Literature
The days of the thirteenth
It was finally receiving the letter bomb. A crack in humanity.
Shut two eyes,
Bend a spine,
Move your fingertips and type. If it was a dream within a dream id say it all ,just liberation I could have been the triumph the diamond of the eye.
Lets grow a new taste Say what u say never look away. The sensations overwhelming...
the birth of Margo
Don't Just Listen... See by PearlStorm, literature
Literature
Don't Just Listen... See
You told me about the heavens
Of the ever-changing galaxies
And stars acting as guardian
Angels for the people on earth
You told me about the mountains
Of how they stood so far up
Into the skies that their shadows
Stretched a thousand miles
You told me of the oceans
And their abundant whispers
Flowing through wild waves
And leaping towards freedom
You told me of the forests
Weaving magic through the lands,
Their roots rising from the soil
And blessing us with wisdom
You told me about the countries
Scattered around our world,
Hiding stories longing to be
Discovered and retold again
You told me of the people
Floating thro
Hope.
A figure of the imagination
Built on uneven foundations
Ready to crumble under
The weight of our mistakes
Hope.
Something I never thought
Id have to seek out and
Ask for its help to lead me
Back to my lost faith
Hope.
We look for the answers of
Life, searching for the truth
Behind death and why it
Doesnt save us all
Hope.
An ally or a foe? Its glass
Floor shattering, carrying
You away from a place
You no longer call home
Hope.
Falling, flying, leaping towards
Its arms, hoping that someday
Hope will truly find its way to
You and stay there forever
Call my name
Save me
Dream a dream
I’m fading fast
Falling faster
Screaming
Dream a dream
Call my name
Save me
Lost alone in
Drowning
Despair
Save me
Dream a dream
Call my name
What’s the matter?
I scream
You laugh
I fall
Deeper
Deeper
Hit the ground
Shadows
Darkness
My finally thoughts
Save me
Please...
Have you ever had a story which you just have to tell?
One which consumes your thoughts and even when you try to write something new you still end up in the same circle?
Yet, when you try to write that story it continues to slip through your finger? That, no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to do it justice. Your characters are screaming at you and the walls of their world is melting.
Well I kind of have that feeling.
I gave myself this summer to write my story. If I couldn't then I'd accept the reality that it wasn't meant to be. To give up my daydreams, the craziness of the world I see beyond me and focus on the real world. T
So, exams are finally over and this month of non stop revision is finally over, which can mean only one thing...free time to write~
At present I'm in the process of overhauling my 'Next Generation' series. I wanted to add and change one or two things which was all well and good to begin with but it means I have to completely screw with the timeline which adds confusion when one thing leads to another and although the whole thing is meant to be circular as such I suddenly have right angles. Never mind, have time to resolve this.
Another bonus, I think I've found a path to follow so I've changed my study at uni and hopefully won't regret it.
A year has passed and nothing has changed.
I've decisions to make but I just can't seem to decide. Do I finish Uni next year or the year after? A BSc or a MChem?
Do I even care?
I'm fighting for results, fighting to get perfect grades all for a future I don't even know if I want.
Not in the sense, shall I drop dead tomorrow, but rather do I want to be a scientist?
Do I want to bind myself to the real world? Get a job, a mortgage, grow old and die?
I know eventually I need to face the world but right now...?
I dunno. There's a lot more to life that simply surviving.
I guess I'm just trying to work out what mine means to me right now.
Well... I'm guessing you don' come on here very often anymore... I just came to visit to say thanks for being my very first watcher. It rally meant a lot tome at the time and it still does.
Cheers, to the future... It won't be the same on DA without you...