T.S. Wrokessel
Just a girl đ
T.S. Wrokessel
Just a girl đ
Just a girl đ
Just a girl đ
For 100 years, the kingdoms of Ramidere and Stohan had been locked in a deadly war, the Blood War. Too many lives had been lost and not even half the bodies had been recovered. The two kingdoms had been hopelessly stuck in a stalemate and neither about to wave a white flag. They were locked in some game of tug-a-war, with no side having a clear upper hand as territories were constantly being won a...
âYou don't understand, Maria! I love you!â he exploded, throwing his hands into the air, âI love you and I love you more than Iâve loved anyone else in my life. I love you so much that I feel like Iâm going crazyâ.â
âStop, please, stop,â Maria pleaded, moving around the back of the couch as he continued to corner her. They had traveled around the apartment that way. Every time he stepped forward,...
_âYou promise me you wonât?â he asked me, his eyes searching mine. He held my face between his hands. I knew he was looking for any sign of doubt or lies on my face. _
_âI wonât,â I swore honestly. âI could never do something like that, trust me.â_
He had kissed me after that. I thought he had loved me, but he was just making me promise him something, when all the while he was lying to my face. ...
Expectations.
Stressed, anxious.
Their dreamy aspirations
and their many obligations.
These fancy, pretty, perfect preparations.
They expect from me brave declarations
Isnât that the point of these nominations?
All of this adoration, this admiration, this adulation?
What if I canât live up to these reputations?
What if I canât be the person in their imaginations?
What if all this grand glorificat...
Why canât I do that?
Why donât I look like that?
Why doesnât my hair shine, my smile glimmer, and my skin glow?
Why canât I talk like her, get my way with every word?
Why doesnât my laugh sound like bells? Why donât my eyes put people under spells?
Why canât I answer every question in a confident tone?
Why do I feel so alone?
Why doesnât my every word make people laugh? Why donât I own a...
Love is like a stringâ
pulling me along, fling after fling.
Itâs not a game I like to play,
but still I play it, day after day.
When life gives you lemons,
you squeeze them for lemonade.
When life gives you roses,
you water them until theyâve decayed.
Love is like a ropeâ
stringing me along, hope after hope.
It holds me there, in the air,
scaring me, affair after affair.
Yes, love scares me,
b...
Yes, being banished here is most definitely worse than death. Yet I can still think of 100 things worse.
The darkness and I have become akin. It was bound to happen at one pointâperhaps I simply pushed it to happen sooner rather than later. Now there is a certain comfort I find here, hidden amongst the shadows.
But it was not always this way. The tree limbs once looked like monstrous arms, reac...
As long as I breathe,
I will love you.
As long as I see,
I will notice you.
No matter what I do,
remember this;
I love you.
Butâ
As long as you breathe,
you won't love me.
As long as you see,
you won't see me.
I see your eyesâ
a mix of green and blue.
They tell me lies;
let me believe in me and you.
I stare at you,
you can't even glance at me.
I'm lost in their hue,
and youâre lost in period...
Rays and rays of the Sunâs hot and rich gaze
Beating down on the sands in thick, hot bands
The airâs a haze, the Sunâs heat is ablaze
It isn't called sunshine in the desert lands
People fall in defeat to the harsh heat
Boiling and burning, scalding and scorching
The thought of water is a pure deceit
The Desert Death is always approaching...
âIâm sorry, Mom,â I whispered, my words quieter than the breeze blowing around us. Us; the ghost of my mother and I.
My arms were wrapped around my chest, giving myself the hug she couldnât. Above, the leaves of the large apple tree rustled in the wind. It had grown stronger as I stood thereânow it whipped at my clothing and blew through my hair.
I blinked as my eyes began to water. I told mysel...