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FriendshipI sometimes wonder
When I feel the loneliest.
Is it when I am alone for sure,
Or when I am with you?
To me you are dear friends;
But in return,
What am I?
A mere acquaintance;
Not openly shunned or ignored,
But nevertheless forgotten
When I am not there.
Is it better to be unknown,
Solitude can be a burden;
But could it carry less pain
When you've never known
I do not wish I'd never felt
The joy of friendship's touch;
I merely wish it didn't have
To hurt so very much.
Heart Of My HeartIf I were to write my love for you,
A hundred pages would not be enough;
For no amount of words
Could accurately describe
The feelings that lie within my heart.
I could count the ways
And never finish.
To speak of depth
Would be so meaningless.
But even so,
For you I'll try;
If only for the fun of it.
That ever so beautiful,
The way you find
Such mirth in life,
Even when hardships abound.
That hint of spices
You know I love so much.
The way it lingers
In the air about me
Even after you depart.
The way you see
Through all my masks,
And into my true soul.
I love how you can match my stubbornness.
How you encourage my strength of will.
I love how you can talk me into anything,
How you expertly appeal to my curious mind.
I love how you can make me break into healing tears
When my hurt is threatening to swallow me whole.
I love how you can take all of my anger,
And all too well counter my every blow.
It's Better To Start Slow Luna woke up the next morning to Heather poking her head softly. She moaned sleepily into her pillow and tried to move but found she was tangled in her sheets; she then opened her eyes to find that her “pillow” was in fact Heather’s chest, and the “sheets” restricting her were her arm pinned under the blonde and their legs tangled together. For a moment, she wondered what Heather was doing in her bed, and then she remembered the events from the previous day.
Oh. Right. That happened. - Luna mumbled groggily.
Heather let out a soft laugh and proceeded to help her friend roll off of her.
I’d forgotten you’re an affectionate sleeper. - She teased, sitting up.
Shut up. - Luna responded, propping herself up on her elbows, trying without much success to suppress a giggle.
Speaking of ‘That’; shall we go see how our guest is faring? - Heather asked, getting up.
Luna let out a
As Far As Entrances Go As far as beings of the fae persuasion go, Heather Mason and Luna Draven where more or less average to the casual observer. They were just a pair of twenty-somethings who became fast friends after they met while on vacation and had decided to move in together a year into their relationship.
That was, of course, until the night a certain Norse god crashed into their lives.
It all started with a rather unremarkable spring afternoon. Fair-haired, green-eyed Heather was outside working on her garden, as per her daily routine. The garden in question, with its abundance of colourful flowers and fragrant herbs, was one of her favourite places to be, as was evidenced by the sun-kissed tone of her skin, and she was enviably good at tending to it. The only thing better than the young Miss Mason’s gardening was her cooking, which had earned her a great many admirers in the neighbourhood. Many were the community gatherings which she was asked to c
The Morning After The first thing Heather noticed when she got home the next morning was that her rose bush looked a little abused, as if someone had stumbled into it. As she reached the front door, she noticed small streaks of blood smeared on the door’s frame, as if someone had leaned on it after stumbling into her rose bush. She sighed, shaking her head, and dug her key out from her purse and unlocked the door. Her hand lingered on the door handle as she hesitated before turning it and walking inside.
Once inside, Heather saw that the end table by the door was overturned, and the mirror down the hall had been knocked down, the shards of it scattered all over the floor. Again, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Then she took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever she would find, and walked down the hall and into the living room.
Heather wasn’t sure what she expected to find when she walked into the living room, but it wasn’t the mess
I Can Explain What in Gaia’s name are you doing? - Luna asked her roommate as entered the kitchen.
Heather, who was leaning half into the refrigerator, started and, in her haste to stand up straight, bumped her head rather painfully on the roof of the appliance.
Nothing! - She said quickly, rubbing her head and wincing at the pain.
Sweetie, there’s blood dripping down your face. - Luna pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest.
Uhmm… I can explain…? - Heather said sheepishly, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
Luna raised an eyebrow skeptically, then gestured with her hand as if to say ‘Go on’. The blonde hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with her hands, before sighing in defeat.
Okay, I can’t. – She admitted, hanging her head in shame.
Luna sighed and placed a hand on her forehead in exasperation; this was the third time that week she woke up in the small hours of th
Veo NadaVeo todo y veo nada;
Veo que aún me amas.
Pero hoy te dejo en el olvido.
¿Acaso no te das cuenta de lo que has causado en mí?
¿Ignoras que por ti ya apenas puedo sobrevivir?
Después de tantos años que has estado tu conmigo,
Que fácil ha sido marcharme,
Seguir adelante sin mirar atrás.
Y no me importa tu dolor,
Porque ya no aguanto más.
He comenzado a respirar de nuevo;
Sin ti puedo yo ahora vivir.
Ya no te necesito para existir.
Veo TodoVeo todo y veo nada;
Veo que ya no me amas.
Me has dejado en el olvido.
¿Acaso no te importa lo que he hecho por ti?
¿Ignoras qué sin mí no puedes sobrevivir?
Después de tantos años que he estado yo contigo,
Tan fácil es marcharte,
Seguir adelante sin mirar atrás.
Tal parece que no te importa
Como duele ver que te vas.
Pero aquí aun te espero;
Ya vendrá el día que te acordaras de mí.
Sabes que sin mí no puedes existir.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
MindMy oldest of enemies,
Thought processing fiend,
So full of ways to undermine me.
True culprit of my woes,
You answer to me, yet to no one at all.
I know what you are, yet
I truly do not.
To know your true face,
May I dive beneath the waves of sanity?
Shall I waltz to your ever discordant tunes?
Or will you forever elude me?
If time may prove just one thing;
I'll evermore stand against you, until I win.
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