They knew who we were. Well, what we are, more importantly, and because of the fact that this was all encased within my mind, I know not that the truth that I know was in fact still secret. I only knew, sleeping in a disturbed peace of the head, that we had to run. Run or be shot. We're immortal, yes, but not invincable.
All at once the sound seemed to die, like the speakers had blown out or short-circuited. We... me, Gabrielle, Michael, Ezekial, and the Raphael that just hadn't occured yet, Keena, Quarter, all of us... we were running through a field, one I'd seen bfore. We tried to curb it, turned screaming "We are not the enemy!" but
Contradictory In The End by C4nis-Lupis, literature
Literature
Contradictory In The End
In this paticular moment of time, that beloved missing element, we see before us a makeshift battle field made up of a living room in torn-apart normalcy, and a man, and a woman. The room itself is typical in all American ways, a sofa, a TV, a coffee table. Let only the fact that everything is either smashed inward or ripped distract you. In other words, everything in your own living room turned in ways it was never supposed to go.
She, the lovelier of the couple, has turned almost black and blue completely with hard-learned lessons. A crumpled heap of bruised skin, blonde hair and denim is all she is now, backed down between two walls
I understand my purpose, very well, I might add, exceedingly well, I may add, but I cannot understand how in the world this should place me above the others. I have signifigance over my bejeweled brethren they imply, and always do so in such a negative fashion to the ones whose hands are unmarked. But it makes no difference to me, for it is what I signify that matters and that is commitment and honor and above all things love, tied closely with truth. So I am a partial Bohemian after all, but perhaps with a more militant air. I have more 'siblings' (I suppose I could call them that) that are unseen than any human can begin to believe. You all
It's gold, sometimes silver; and then sometimes it's made up of something indescisive in its molecular structure. It's round, basically and essientially without straight lines except perhaps for the cuts on the stones blacksmithed into its skin. Because it's round, it's said to have no end. It's an oversimplified and undervalued infinity sign that binds two people to one. The adults that watch out for me, they call it a 'wedding ring'. As if I haven't been smacked across the face with lack of one. They can be so extravagant or so simple it's ridiculous, really, to have such fuss made over such a simple object. Wedding rings, such as the occas
Simple a dull thud sounds
as my chest perceives a single
shot, that ghostly flesh-covered
pound that comes when bullets are
aimed well and fired true.
I stand facing him and I realize that
tears are falling down both our faces,
both intermixed with sweat hope and blood.
"I'm not your enemy," I sob,
and my knees knock to the
cemented earth below.
It's effortless, spooky.
He was Mary's lover once,
and then he became mine,
and we were glorious...
Until he found out what I was.
Our driveway becomes my mattress,
the rain my heart,
and his arms always my Glasgow,
even though both are so far away.
He doesn't understand
I am human.
That's just it.
I.
Am.
Human.
No, no, you say.
'You', well, it's more of
a group, but they know
who they are.
Something else, they call
me,
something that I will
never be.
My heart is deadened
down
by so much darkness, they
call it 'sin', I believe.
So a sinner I was
born, so then shall I
die as one.
My soul is too heavy
for these faux wings.
What makes a good poem?
I suppose if I wrote like
Bryan, Dietrich, that is, the
Poet Lord of Night that I
know, then I would be more
celebrated by people in foreign
countries.
But seeing as I'm only human
(yes, Grace, human), and only
in God's name too irritating
to understand what makes her
words more glorious than mine, I suppose
I will have to make due with
what these hand-shaped
chunks of bone will produce
and so shall you.
In sixteen years I thought
that I would be so much
farther than this, any place
else but where I am.
If you would be so kind,
please promise me a romance,
an adventure, that is worth
putting the
Are You Telling Me I'm Pretty? by C4nis-Lupis, literature
Literature
Are You Telling Me I'm Pretty?
I'll never forget the look in your eyes
When you saw the face of your demise
Oh God you thought He's Beautiful
Just Like Every Other Bitter Pill
But down you feel to that blood bath
Only inwardly were stained the paths
You followed just to get some rest
While your Muse whispered Thou Art Blest
You argued still you stubborn girl
Though always believed love would save the world
Until it came running, searching for you
And you decided you were though
I'm not done yet for you soon shall see
That six together make family
Three countries I'll lay at your feet
Since all these years you've never forgotten me.
A shouted greeting from across the world
Sprung from the lips of a sixteen-year-old
Girl who believes space is layered like cake
Because of things like God and what love makes
That all worlds said are somehow real
And true and grand and so surreal
So maybe there are things like fate
And destiny and of course soul mates
And I can hope in Lover's sigh
But by reality's rules never abide
And pretend that I'm still wanted here
With divine heroes breathing so near
At 3 am we loaded up
onto the plan that would
take us clear up there to
Burbank for the grandest,
joyous called the 'ORC'.
All eyes at once fell upon
them the Mages that inspired
and conspired that we finally
should speak and that's when
I saw him, at last everything
became clear.
And I breathed
like I was back home.
And I swear he saw
right through me.
Though later realizing that it
all was just a minor encounter
with the moon shining full
into our hotel room, I
just smiled, 'Man, I hope
we go next year.'
So ff.net and fpress.net are turning out to be shit. D:< I don't have the freedom I want to edit things to look the way I want them to and quite frankly, it's pissing me off.
So instead I'll simply be relocating everything to another account for a fresh start that's still mostly literary... ^^; Uhm. Maybe that should've been my original plan, huh?
EDIT: Finally, I'm done! Woot woot! ^^ I'll probably stop tagging this on the end of my journal entries, too, but it's alright, since now the completed set can be found in its own little section in my gallery. C:
Okay, so, I (along with Kara-san, of course) have decided to participate in the 100 themes challenge. And since I can't draw, I'll just be writing short drabbles instead. ^^ The drabbles will star different couples from the stories we've written together in assorted situations that hint at my own secretive plans I have for each story. XD So. If you pay attention, you just might learn something. Something that most likely will spell
Haha, sorry about leaving my emoness on my front page so long. D: That's not good for anybody.
And now for something completely different! :D
Stol'd from ~Rimfrost (https://www.deviantart.com/rimfrost). :heart:
1. How old will you be in five years?
22!
2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?
My immeadiate family and my grandmother, actually.
3. How tall are you?
5'6".
4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?
Summer vacation! Woot woot!
5. What's the last movie you saw?
The Forbidden Kingdom. <3
6. Who was the last person you called?
My mom.
7. Who was the last person to call you?
:iconAureolusNoctilus:.
8. What was the
Hi my friend I was just reading around a bit and I happened upon your page And after a bit I realized, "Hey, I've been here before" And indeed I have. It's great to be back to read again.