The bee buzzed
A provoker for all wrong
And right reasons.
The yoke of my youth has broken.
Where has the pain gone?
DiagnosisI knew something was wrong,Diagnosis by XEOCX13
a Devil's red was staring back at me.
I shrugged it off at first,
then the pain started,
the feeling of hands wrenching my insides.
I was weak with nausea.
I felt shriveled up,
with nothing but my own skin and bones.
That's when I discovered the diagnosis:
I have Crohn's Disease
The LatchI'm chained to the faults in my life.The Latch by XEOCX13
The sins of my own doing.
The weight of uncertainty
and the discouraging inevitable.
That's when I realize,
the key was in my pocket
A PhantomThe lonely winding road led to nowhere.A Phantom by XEOCX13
A place nearer my dreams,
A place far from reality.
Indecisive options weighing my opinion.
Is there a chance to turn back
Or is that chance a ghost in my past?
Rose, Glass...I remember him: the naked curiosity burning in his gaze as he examined the petals of a rose. It seemed, for a moment, as if he held something far stranger than a flower. He’d gone to a florist’s shop and purchased the single rose. Its thorns had been removed, and so it was safe to hold, safe for a gallant gentleman to offer to the lady at the heart of his fancy.Chipchinka
I remember what he said.
“They grow the other way here.” He laughed, stroking a single rose-petal between thumb and forefinger.
I can still see him in my mind’s eye—that day—the way he smiled: like a child discovering his shadow for the very first time. His face, frozen in rose-centered scrutiny, was immobile. I remember his strong, delicate fingers: long, at the tips of a long palm. I have heard his hands described by those who read palms. An Apollo hand…the graceful hands of a violinist, a sculptor, a killer. He sat across from me, still in the breezes stirring the
Word of Honor“Harm will come to you only after I have been killed fighting to protect you.”ArwynandCole
Brows furrowed, I squeezed my eyes closed as one of his last declarations to me echoed in my memory, taunting me. The clanging of steel on steel rang in my ears as the reverberations spiraled up the staircase of the ancient stone tower to my safe, but lonely, haven. As cacophonous as it was, it could not drown out his words.
Whispered in the hush at midnight, on a warm breath that glided over the curve at my neck and bare shoulder, he had meant it as one of the many endearing pledges of his devotion. Hearing it as more of a harbinger of our doom, it had sent a discomforting frisson through me, nothing like the sensual tremors created with every one of his tender caresses. In response, I had gently entangled my fingers in his hair and covered his beautiful lips with mine, preventing further utterance of more words of that nature. I had preferr
Under Black Water (Three)It had been about an hour since Elena called and said she was on her way. Olivia was sitting on the bed, waiting anxiously. She had not slept last night, being too nervous and excited. Her aunt had not said anything to her yesterday when Olivia told her the news, she had only nodded. Olivia had never seen her aunt show any other emotion besides anger and amused herself thinking she probably did not know how to change her ugly expression at all.Julma-Satu
Olivia's cellphone rang and she answered it immediately. "H-Hello?"
"Hey!" said Elena. "I think I'm almost there, I'm going to be looking for the house soon-"
"I'll be outside," Olivia said quickly. She hung up, grabbed her bags, and left the room.
"I'm leaving now," she said as she passed by her aunt, uncle and cousin that were seated around the dining table. "Goodbye, and good luck, Olivia," said her aunt without looking at her. Her cousin and uncle remained silent. Olivia went out the front door to the outside, closing the door behind her, ha
The Abysmal PlaneThrough my gazeJeffreyRebowlski
I did embark
Across the windows
of my soul
It did appear
from out the dark
And quickly had
consumed it whole
What Am I Working For?What Am I Working For?Zelda85044
I am told that someday
my future will be great-
and that all of this hard work
will soon be worth it.
Tell me why, my comforter,
must I wait so long
for what I am waiting for
to finally make itself known to me?
I struggle and I push;
I fight and I claw.
When will the rewards come
for me to claim?
Am I really hoping for something,
or just digging for nothing?
Is this working and dreaming
all for naught?
Each day seems just as far from
that "one day" as ever.
Oh God, make the time pass
so that I can be at that place
which I greatly seek!
I don't expect the world
when I get to that light at
the end of the tunnel-
but I do desire the quill,
and gown too!
Let the day be soon
when I can rest my tired eyes.
Let the dawn be near
when my mind might have its ease.
Tell me true, granted that it isn't so,
if I cannot ever stretch
my tired legs.
Let me know if there will be no
change for me.
I'd rather be told the
bitterest truth heard,
then be told
the sweetest lie fo
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Current Residence: Coruscant
Favorite genre of music: Preferably Disney
Favourite photographer: My dad
Favourite style of art: All kinds
Operating System: iPad
MP3 player of choice: ...iPad
Shell of choice: What a stupid question!
Wallpaper of choice: Nature, Space, Disney
Favourite cartoon character: Too many to name
Personal Quote: Keep Calm and Carry On