I feel as if I am no longer needed in their lives. I'm suffocating in my isolation.
I can't hold it together, this mask that cracks and breaks. I've realized that it's crumbling because of my own fists beating against it, but I can't seem to stop them as they rip it away slowly, bit by bit.
Urgency flows through me as I walk in the steps of my own shadow, facing an enemy that is only me; yet still it is this beast that growls and roars in my face.
What has become of the stability I once knew?
Is it me, or is the ground reeling and breaking under the weight of my feet? I see the universe reel and rock as the claws of retribution tear it as
A nightmare called life
Full of sorrows, pain, and strife
Love is nothing but heartache in disguise
Waiting for you to let down your guard so it can scratch out your eyes
Then leave you bleeding on the beach shore
With a pain so deep you can't feel it anymore
So here I lie, dipped in blood and wrapped in a scream
Wishing it all were just a bad dream
I used to cry
I wanted to die
Alone in the dark where I could hide
While the space between the world and I grew wide
I was put out
Without a doubt
He ran away with you
And all hopes of healing flew
Forever alone
And on my own
With nothing to share
And no one to care
I draw my l
Black heartache
Deep deciet
Horror and pain
Tears fall like a river of never ending sorrow
Why do I allow my heart to bleed?
Why is it every day someone tries to take away what my heart desperately needs?
So many enemies have gathered around outside, blocking my exit
Didn't even realize that one had slipped into my home
To dismatle it from the inside out
And leave me bare and naked before mine enemies' eyes
Why did she do it?
When did she cease to care?
Why did I allow myself to believe
And ignore what my mind was telling me?
As my enemies pierce my flesh with intentions of torture,
I look up into her eyes and see the hate refe
If you surf along the Milky Way
With a little tune to play,
The Stardancers shall happily meet with you
Out in the abysmal, dark black hue.
They will teach you to dance amongst the sky
And in the streams of stars to lie.
But if in your new friend you do not trust
Throw him inside a box -he'll turn to dust!
How many times I have heard
The song of this one bird....
It sings to me outside my window pane.
The tune is haunting and always the same.
Filled with screams of soul-felt pain
And sad days full of rain.
The sound twirls and curls all through the night.
It clings to me as I overhear its desperate plight.
The shadows come and go - the tune begins to fade.
As the bird's tears glisten on the ground
During the first light of day, my heart begins to pound.
The shared sorrow begins to lift from my heavy heart
And is replaced by another - to know that we must part.
The memory is bittersweet because of what I have learned:
This emotiona
Mythcreator Contest Entry by Lath-Caedmon, literature
Literature
Mythcreator Contest Entry
Name: Azaria the Terrin
Special Ability: As a terrin, Azaria is stronger, faster, more agile, and more flexible than a human. Her senses are stronger, and she is always in-tune with the nature around her. She inherited magical abilities from her ancestors, which she uses for mischief and, occasionally, to heal the minor injuries and ailments of others. Azaria is plagued by random visions of the past(which come in the most clearly and make the most sense), present(these come in with an occasional fog around the edges of the images and the occasional obscuring of a face or two), and the future(these are the most tricky to deal with and the har
Exhausted and sick of simply lying there, Asri slipped out of the 'bed' in the early hours of the morning, looking for something -anything- to do. Her first thoughts were to visit Korzan, but the fear of waking the doctor kept her as far away as possible. Her second one involved cleaning, but that didn't seem a good idea either. What if she stumbled upon a whole nest of rats? The very thought had her stomach churning.
In a mood very close to depression, she moved quietly into the kitchen and paced back and forth from one end to the other, her ears perked up for any little paws that might be running around. Anxious and alone was pro
The first rays of sunlight were beginning to peak around the corner of the dark and drab buildings around the two huddling there. The silence of the dreary scene was broken as the sound of a boy's voice rose softly into the air to bounce merrily around the brick.
"Oh, there's a frog in my pocket and he sings all night and day...."
Spud -as the boy liked to call himself- always seemed out of sorts to this dank atmosphere. Sure, he looked the part dirty, a little bit smelly, and his clothes were a tattered mess. His red mo-hawk was spiked up unevenly (due to lack of hair
The night began smothered in normalcy. Mr. Warrik was throwing one of his monthly parties -the sort of thing that he liked to do in order to keep up appearances, keep in contact with good business partners and convenient friends, and make more allies to keep his power and wealth growing. Asri, his ever diligent daughter, was playing her part as the heir of the host. She walked around the room in her pretty new red dress and smiled, talking to everyone around, making sure they were all having a delightful time.
Her dear twin watched her from two floors up in their home, only too happy to not be mingled with
I feel as if I am no longer needed in their lives. I'm suffocating in my isolation.
I can't hold it together, this mask that cracks and breaks. I've realized that it's crumbling because of my own fists beating against it, but I can't seem to stop them as they rip it away slowly, bit by bit.
Urgency flows through me as I walk in the steps of my own shadow, facing an enemy that is only me; yet still it is this beast that growls and roars in my face.
What has become of the stability I once knew?
Is it me, or is the ground reeling and breaking under the weight of my feet? I see the universe reel and rock as the claws of retribution tear it as
A nightmare called life
Full of sorrows, pain, and strife
Love is nothing but heartache in disguise
Waiting for you to let down your guard so it can scratch out your eyes
Then leave you bleeding on the beach shore
With a pain so deep you can't feel it anymore
So here I lie, dipped in blood and wrapped in a scream
Wishing it all were just a bad dream
I used to cry
I wanted to die
Alone in the dark where I could hide
While the space between the world and I grew wide
I was put out
Without a doubt
He ran away with you
And all hopes of healing flew
Forever alone
And on my own
With nothing to share
And no one to care
I draw my l
Black heartache
Deep deciet
Horror and pain
Tears fall like a river of never ending sorrow
Why do I allow my heart to bleed?
Why is it every day someone tries to take away what my heart desperately needs?
So many enemies have gathered around outside, blocking my exit
Didn't even realize that one had slipped into my home
To dismatle it from the inside out
And leave me bare and naked before mine enemies' eyes
Why did she do it?
When did she cease to care?
Why did I allow myself to believe
And ignore what my mind was telling me?
As my enemies pierce my flesh with intentions of torture,
I look up into her eyes and see the hate refe
If you surf along the Milky Way
With a little tune to play,
The Stardancers shall happily meet with you
Out in the abysmal, dark black hue.
They will teach you to dance amongst the sky
And in the streams of stars to lie.
But if in your new friend you do not trust
Throw him inside a box -he'll turn to dust!
How many times I have heard
The song of this one bird....
It sings to me outside my window pane.
The tune is haunting and always the same.
Filled with screams of soul-felt pain
And sad days full of rain.
The sound twirls and curls all through the night.
It clings to me as I overhear its desperate plight.
The shadows come and go - the tune begins to fade.
As the bird's tears glisten on the ground
During the first light of day, my heart begins to pound.
The shared sorrow begins to lift from my heavy heart
And is replaced by another - to know that we must part.
The memory is bittersweet because of what I have learned:
This emotiona
Mythcreator Contest Entry by Lath-Caedmon, literature
Literature
Mythcreator Contest Entry
Name: Azaria the Terrin
Special Ability: As a terrin, Azaria is stronger, faster, more agile, and more flexible than a human. Her senses are stronger, and she is always in-tune with the nature around her. She inherited magical abilities from her ancestors, which she uses for mischief and, occasionally, to heal the minor injuries and ailments of others. Azaria is plagued by random visions of the past(which come in the most clearly and make the most sense), present(these come in with an occasional fog around the edges of the images and the occasional obscuring of a face or two), and the future(these are the most tricky to deal with and the har
Exhausted and sick of simply lying there, Asri slipped out of the 'bed' in the early hours of the morning, looking for something -anything- to do. Her first thoughts were to visit Korzan, but the fear of waking the doctor kept her as far away as possible. Her second one involved cleaning, but that didn't seem a good idea either. What if she stumbled upon a whole nest of rats? The very thought had her stomach churning.
In a mood very close to depression, she moved quietly into the kitchen and paced back and forth from one end to the other, her ears perked up for any little paws that might be running around. Anxious and alone was pro
The first rays of sunlight were beginning to peak around the corner of the dark and drab buildings around the two huddling there. The silence of the dreary scene was broken as the sound of a boy's voice rose softly into the air to bounce merrily around the brick.
"Oh, there's a frog in my pocket and he sings all night and day...."
Spud -as the boy liked to call himself- always seemed out of sorts to this dank atmosphere. Sure, he looked the part dirty, a little bit smelly, and his clothes were a tattered mess. His red mo-hawk was spiked up unevenly (due to lack of hair
The night began smothered in normalcy. Mr. Warrik was throwing one of his monthly parties -the sort of thing that he liked to do in order to keep up appearances, keep in contact with good business partners and convenient friends, and make more allies to keep his power and wealth growing. Asri, his ever diligent daughter, was playing her part as the heir of the host. She walked around the room in her pretty new red dress and smiled, talking to everyone around, making sure they were all having a delightful time.
Her dear twin watched her from two floors up in their home, only too happy to not be mingled with
Almost a year and six months ago, I began caring for a litter of kittens after their mother kitty died. She had gotten into a fight with another cat, and when she died she left behind her three babies.
I began to bottle feed them -they were barely three weeks old at the time- and I cared for them as best I could. I bathed them, fed them through a medicine dropper or syringe, and loved them.
Two of the kittens wound up dying from illness before they reached 6 months. I was left with only one, and I named him Leo. He was my baby for an entire year and a half. He slept on top of my head at night and purred himself to sleep. He was th
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1. Hi! What's your real name and nickname?
#56, Fifty-Six ...Erm... I guess Kandi would call me Aiden too.
2. Interesting... what's your current age?
22
3. Uh huh. What's your favorite food?
Anything that doesn't eat me first
4. And your favorite drink?
Water...?
5. Confession time! Who's your crush/lover?
Forty-Three