WriterSecretSanta

Ruthless winds and raging seas A link so poles apart from ease So darkly distinctive As glitter from dirt To sorrowfully know, addictive.... Hacked pleasures do hurt This bond between man and monster So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever So intense, so deeply... In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up

The car braked to a stop in the dark alley. The driver cut the engine, anxiously glancing at the rearview mirror and desperately hoping no one had followed them. Speaking of them, he looked at his passenger, a brunette who was glaring at him with dark brown eyes. "What on earth was that for?" she snapped at him. "'What on earth was that' – what are you talking about?" demanded the blue-eyed driver. "Didn't you see those guys shooting at you?" "That's no reason to kidnap me, you idiot!" "This 'idiot' just saved your life!" "I didn't ask you to save it!" "You want to die so badly, Natasha? Be my guest!" "Fine! Unlock the door!" "No

The Sea is calm, a breeze caresses the birds Flying high, flying free. O where do they go, above those clouds? Perhaps they visit upon angel's roost on high Rain clouds gather Dark and threatening I hear the thunder, I see the lightning. The sun is gone, Vanished, hidden Afraid of heaven's wrath. Perhaps the angels are angry or saddened and wish to weep tears upon the earth. Has the time come to sing my lullaby, my lullaby of Storms? Listen not, to the roaring waves; nor to the crash of thunder. Do not worry, my love, of the cries of the wind I will sing this lullaby, too soothe your fears, perhaps, it

Nime: I bet you're wondering who I am, nobody or maybe somebody? But that doesn't matter, what matters is what I'm about to tell you. Because what I'm about to tell you is a very tragic tale! Chapter – 1: Out on the street. Nime's P.O.V:- I and my two friends, Toey Swammer and Polanto Mygger were at my apartment just relaxing watching TV when a knock occurred on my door. I walked over to answer wondering who it was. My landlord, with the bill for this month's rent. I set it on the table in my kitchen, I paid little thought to it though and was hoping to do it later. I went back to watch TV when Toey asked me; Toey: Hey Nime, what wa

How can it be That the one part of ourselves we know least about Is our heart? How can it be possible To love But not to love the way we should? How can a heart give itself over to everyone But not to someone? We can hear our heart yearn For company and proximity, For someone to kiss it And touch it And fill the hole that no one left there. But no matter how much we want it Nothing's good enough? How can it be that Our hearts can be stones and diamonds But break and bleed and be shattered By words and little gestures? Butterflies and needles, Little tools, A heart is a knife. Listen to your heart, they say, But hearts s

i often find myself caught up with those strange, enticing things like hoarding dragons' treasure and soaring over empty houses upon wide-spread leather wings. i often find myself wishing that i could grab a sword and fight against all this pain and horror that keeps me up at night i often find myself watching the dreams that haunt my waking hours for any sign of weakness in the battle cries and magic shields from which i draw my power i often find myself pondering what it would be like if the bottom didn't drop out and i wasn't left scrabbling for a foothold day in and day out. i often find myself waiting for something th