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Not every love story has a happy endingHe didn't want to. He really didn't. But when given the choice between the death of his entire clan, or the death of a single human The choice was clear.
They had spent most of the day together; Gil had showed the other the beauty of things most humans didn't notice about the sea; he had even gone so far as to have offered him a tour under the sea of the most beautiful unknown places he knew of.
But the day was now coming to an end; the day's time he was given to kill his best and only friend.
They were lying on a stone by the water, relaxing as the sun set. Gil asked to excuse himself for a moment, and when he was out of sight of the other, he laced his lips with a plant's juices that was fatal to humans, before coming right back.
"Can I tell you a secret?" The siren leaned down so their noses were barely touching.
He blushed, "S-sure! You can tell me anything, Gil!" The other chirped sweetly, innocently, which forced a stabbing pain of guilt into the sea-dwe
A Beautiful NightIt was a beautiful night, and a young woman who went by the name of Miran decided she would take advantage of that. Strolling through the park, she got lost in thought, soon not paying attention to where she was going. Of course, this caused her to trip, falling towards the ground. She closed her eyes, waiting for impact, though it never came. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with a man, about her age, who she could have sworn she knew.
"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked, seeming as off as Miran.
The brunette nodded, gaining her balance once again, "Y-yes, thanks to you "
"Good," the man smiled at her, "I wouldn't want you hurt, a pretty girl like you. My name is Yao, may I ask for yours?"
"I'm Miran," she smiled back shyly, a blush covering her face, "Thank you for catching me, Yao."
"Beautiful name, fitting for a beautiful lady," He charmed, "And don't think anything of it, I couldn't just let you fall on your face."
Again, Miran blushed, trying her best no
Wooden Dolls PrologueSomewhere deep in the depths of a place many never wish to see, a black-winged figure is hard at work on her newest creation. This will make her the most loved of any of her king's minions, a gift unlike any other. Carefully crafting each to the exact detail, she ties each hair by hand. They have to be perfect. Setting them aside to let the paint dry, the demon takes small pieces of bright red string from a container, each labeled in its own bag. She carefully imbeds the thread into each of her creations, before carefully crafting each a box to rest in. Finally she was finished, admiring her work.
Eight small wooden dolls lay on her crafting table, each looking exactly as the person they were meant to be. She carefully lays each into their boxes, and spreads her wings, carrying them off to visit the boss.
"What are they?" He questioned, staring at the small figures incased in their glass-lidded prisons.
"The perfect way to reap any mortal's soul before their time." She smirked, "If the
Ryou's Problem (Your Problem parody)Sorry I treated you like an angel,
What else did you want me to do?
Sorry I treated you like you're perfect,
And smiled when I spoke to you
Sorry I couldn't be sexy,
Am I just not enough for you?
Is that what you do when I'm missing?
That must be such an inconvenience to you, well,
I'm just your problem,
I'm just your problem,
It's like I was, not even with you,
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to check in on you,
I shouldn't have to be there to keep you,
I'm sorry that I exist,
I don't know what landed me on your blacklist,
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you, so,
Why do I want to? Why do I want to
We'll always be watching you...Judging eyes watch her, as she walks down the path. She takes a deep breath, shaking slightly. She's the new girl, the fresh meat, the prey. Little does she know how true that really is.
She is lead into the building, shocked by the lack of lights. She knew this was a night school, but she was unaware there were no lights allowed on. She is welcomed by a teacher, and notes that she is being watched more like a new toy than a new student.
"Where is my room?"
"We'll get to that, follow me."
She is lead by the teacher a man in his mid twenties into a large, completely black room.
"Where are we?"
"You'll see soon enough."
She nods, and allows herself to be practically pushed into a chair. She hears movement, and jumps in shock when her wrists are grabbed, and strapped with rough leather to the chair.
The lights come on, and she screams.
"Hush child, it'll be over soon "
Grey, bloodshot eyes open to the darkness. Jumping to her feet, she stands before her new master.
Becoming the killer I once wasHe was the star,
Who kept me in the light,
He was the one,
Who made me not need to fight.
Now that he's gone,
I don't need to be kind,
Now that he's left,
I can leave this behind.
But I'll never forget,
The reason I now fight,
Is because my little angel,
Has now faded from life.
He was the star,
Who kept me in the light,
And now that he's gone,
I will enter the fight.
He Hid AwayLet me tell you,
Of a young teen,
Who's life to him,
Has no mean
He'd never say,
He hid away
He was shot down,
With bloody cries,
He hit the ground
Now pushed away,
By the evil things,
That people say
Let me tell you,
Of a young teen,
Who's life to him,
Had no mean
He'll never say,
He hid away,
He hid away
It can ruin a friendship,
And break a heart.
It can cause tears to fall,
And turn ever the brightest soul bitter.
It can make you do terrible things,
And cause you to hurt those you love.
What is this I'm speaking of?
This feeling that causes so much pain?
It's the bittersweet feeling,
Violet Eyes - ProloguePrologue; letter never to be sent
Dear Violet Eyes,
I was thinking of you again. I don't think there's a day that's gone by without you popping into my mind. It seems like forever since I bumped in to you, but really it's only been a few days haha, who knew time could move so slowly when you're in Never mind.
Anyways, I miss you a lot. Sometimes I wish you'd just talk to me, but I know that'll never happen, and I'm much too shy to go say hi so I guess these letters have to do.
I'll write to you again soon!
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
I should have turned awayI should have just turned away.
But you wouldn't let me.
Everything about you was calling to me; from your eyes, which were a lustful brown, to your shinning silver-blue hair.
Why wouldn't you let me turn away?
Because now look at the mess it's got us both in.
Why couldn't you let me leave before we began?
Now look at you; you're hurt because of me.
And I cry every dawn and dusk, just because I hurt you.
So when I look back on our first encounter, I can't help but smack myself.
I should have just turned away.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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