𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚒𝚏 "𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎; 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢. ♥︎
𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚒𝚏 "𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎; 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢. ♥︎
**(This is another song I wrote>>)**
She’s lookin’ at a horrid beast, thinkin’
“What does she even mean to me?”
Can’t keep pretending
She likes what she sees
‘Cause every time she looks at her
Reflection its ugly
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Look at her too big nose
Wish she didn’t have to wear bigger
Clothes
Can’t she ever fit in?
No, what fantasy does she live in?
—Not there’s and she knows
Perfect is for p...
Silent as the waters,
Quick as the fall,
Running through bladed grass,
Ignoring their call,
As scheming as a sly fox,
Stalking for a kill,
She ran a long time ago,
Just for the hills,
Spirited like sway of leaf,
As gentle as a feather,
‘All lies and no more truths,’
So told the Teller,
Damned from the beginning,
Cursed with a wild heart,
There was no heed to the,
Uncertain chart,
Escaped b...
This very dull day is glum indeed,
Birds that sing but don’t forget
The weeds!
Those damned roots that infest and
Overpower,
The same godforsaken creatures
That kill all my flowers,
And even flowers aren’t so
Wonderful if you look close
Enough,
Thorns atop thorns with a keen edge,
So rough,
So ragged just like this day, yes,
This glum morning,
My body shivers from the morning
Cold,
Thank y...
Every twenty years the city of Stork held a tournament they have so named _Founed or Crowned. _It’s a moment set in time where Stork City held their breath and crossed fingers. Mothers prayed to their saints, fathers did what they could to aid contestants. Most people volunteered themselves for the prize—riches beyond anyone’s comprehension. One person in the 567 years of the wicked tournaments hi...
_Psst, I see dead people…_
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I pause in my tracks. Most people would turn around to see what thing, what person uttered such an eerie verse. I thought I’d ridden myself of whatever had been haunting me. Evidently not.
Lately I’ve felt so cold. My bones ache everywhere and I feel so alone. Whatever’s doing this to me has no mercy.
_I see dead people…_
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“Shut up!” I yell into the air, no...
Some nights I lay silently on the grass. When I find sleep won’t come easily, the sounds of still life keep my mind from running a whole train loop. Tonight, the crickets chirp as loud as ever. Fireflies flicker in and out of sight. I lift my finger up to touch one, but just before it connects with the little insect, the bug flickers back into the darkness. Part of me envy’s them—the power to appe...
“Good morning Miss Marry!” The little girl chirped with much enthusiasm. Today was a fevery Sunday morning, and after long hours of helping their parents around the farms, children often popped in to grab some candy. Marry loved it. She adorored watching their bright faces full of gratitude. Even if they received but one licorice, it meant a whole lot to them. It gave them happiness, and she was, ...
Two portals open in a small room, closed off to the rest of the world. Two doors that can’t be unlocked. Two mirrors on opposite walls, and then the most peculiar addition—two figures spewed from the depths of the swirling magic within. They both stand at the same time. How they managed to completely miss each other, too, is beyond one’s comprehension.
Rubbing their heads in pain, the men groan....
The tide rolls in, and in and out,
I stand before the shore, casting
worry and doubt,
Winds of great power whistle
through brown tendrils,
A place of such calm, laid at rest
beneath a windmill,
He told me he’d be back years
ago, and yet I wait still,
I stand over the waters of
constant unease, with only
a little hope left he will....