Water laps around my collarbone, each mocking crash of waves over my head a cruel mocking of my racing heart as I fight to stay afloat, spitting and stuttering harsh salt water on each resurface.
I was in the middle of who the hell knew where at this point- wherever the currents took me, alongside the wreckage of supplies and ship parts strewn about around me. I mean, I read up on rouge waves b...
It must be so lonely to be the sun
Everyone says the lonely one is the moon
But she’s never alone
Someone’s always singing her tune
But the sun is forgotten
A common past
Taken for granted
Praise gone too fast
For without the sun where would we be?
Frozen to death with no moon to see
The moon is merely a reflection
A diluted version of her beauty
But it hurts to appreciate
Her rays burn us brutal...
Blood.
That was the first thing I saw.
Blood stained dress, blood soaked halls
And bodies lining the walls.
A dance of carnage and death,
Two villains together
Dancing a tune
Fallen in love years ago
Beneath the moon
Why choose the hero?
When villains give you anything you need.
Piles of gold
And gems on bloodied silver platters.
All they need to do is plead.
A hero will sacrifice you for the wor...
The stars smile upon us,
as if they knew we’d join them soon.
It’s as if they’re dancing in a dream.
I lift my head,
A piercing grin gracing my lips.
Listening to their screams,
They thought that when I’d die I’d rise to them,
Yet here they are,
Dying,
Leaving behind fiery streams,
Crying,
As they fall to me....
Stuck in a dance.
Spin, kick, flip,
Spin, jump, twist,
Spin, dip, and split
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Over,
And
Over.
A
Never
Ending
Cycle.
But it needs to end.
It needs to end.
It has to.
The bones are broken and patterns are shattered.
You made it out.
But to what?
There is nothing now.
You can’t walk.
You can’t dance.
There really was no escape....
He places the crown on his head,
Heavy isn’t it?
A burden to be worn,
And yet you still become the cause of many deaths.
Do you not hear their cries?
Their screams and sighs?
Do you not share in their sorrow or their joy?
Who are you the king of?
A broken country.
The subjects revolt,
You simply turn them against each other.
They can’t fight you if they fight themselves.
The bruised broken bodies ...
32/1212- A strange being waltzed into my court today, she’s unlike any being I’ve encountered (and clearly shows lack of any proper mannerisms). She calls herself a human and refers to my kind as “elves” in sylviathian language. I find it.. odd to say the least. She is accompanied by two Sylvians which explains how she learned the language. But still, she might as well refer to us by our actual ra...
A storm in a teacup, they say
A tempest in a small flimsy vessel
But oh, how it can shake us to our core
Sometimes even more than a hurricane
A mere gust of wind can brew within
A wave that grows with each passing second
A drop of rain can swell into a roaring thunderstorm
A storm in a teacup is no less intense than any other
It may seem trivial, insignificant
But the turbulence it brings can be...
“Uhmmm… Xavier?” A little girl asked nervously.
“What,” Xavier snapped, turning from his friends.
“I love you, and was wondering if you would be my boyfriend.” She rushed squeezing her eyes.
“EW! No way!” Xavier gagged, “You’re gross and ugly, and my mommy says the scar you have means you’re possessed by the devil. Go away!”
“Now, now, Xavier.” Their teacher chided. “That’s a very mean thing to sa...
