I don't even know who all pays attention to this account anymore. But eh.
The Game of JanusSorrow is merely a phase.The Game of Janus by Vadamus
Sadness, a ripple on the sea of Life.
They are but shadows,
Eclipsed by the Light.
In sorrow, one learns.
In sadness, one must endure.
For the game of Janus demands two players,
And the Dark cannot exist without the Light.
Venerations once said,
All good things have shadows,
Shadows in a sense
That they can't compare.
For ever frail,
Life still triumphs
And overshadows Death.
Joy over sorrow.
Happiness over sadness.
Light over Darkness.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero by lidsworth
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
you have seven days to live.1.the news doesn't hurt:you have seven days to live. by littleblueraccoon
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want us.
3.he tries to force you
into his wrists,
his ankles, his collarbone.
he thinks that if he
loves you enough,
he can save you.
you know that he can't,
so you cut through him
night after night,
searching for an exit.
4.sometimes death scares you.
you remind yourself that
no matter how much you want
If We Meet AgainTo me, love was a lie, a fairy tale told to children. It was such a comforting lie that even adults choose to believe in it. I always scoffed at the idea, thinking how ridiculous people were to search for it so desperately. It simply didn't exist.If We Meet Again by Azzaneth
Then, I met you. I never meant to fall for you - didn't believe I could fall for someone as much as I did. You were a simple dreamer, looking forward to life and what it had to offer. You showed me the world through your eyes, an optimistic, beautiful and simple world.
"He/She's perfect" was a phrase that made me laugh more than anything else. No one is perfect. But after I met you, I understood. People still had flaws even if you loved them but it was okay, you could still be perfect to the person that loved you. It's not something easily explained and it's why I never understood. You have to be in love to understand.
It blinds you. Oh, how it blinds you. The feeling is something better than any high and just as addicting. You r
I am a mystery, a mysterious enigma of unknowing.|
Basically, I'm going to withhold my bio because I only trust people that I trust. Which makes sense if you don't think about it.