Naykd Poet, 1 january 2012
Invisible are the intangible senses but one; that which emotes from the beating heart, cascading outward as ethereal energy, enriched and charged, a source to enliven and foster within another yearning soul, a spark of unknown wonderment, inducing a welling tide of goodness, replenishing to overflowing (... więcej)
ArcheVixen, 1 january 2012
“Breathe.” he heard a voice, distant, yet soft and comforting, warming him up from the extreme cold, lighting up his darkness with a halo. His body arched upwards with the shock of the defibrillator, and the vital signs monitor finally had the reassuring heartbeat registered on the monitor, he took (... więcej)
ArcheVixen, 1 january 2012
Prologue
“If life were described in a word, what would it be?”
“I don‘t know, there are too many words to choose from, you know.”
“Then, umm, if it were your life in a word, what would it be?”
“Well, I believe that ‘life’ is the only way to describe life. If there were (... więcej)
ArcheVixen, 1 january 2012
Unknowingly, my eyes wandered off in her direction again. Noticing my gaze, she gave me a smile and a little wave; I faintly smiled back at her, yet my heart went the opposite way, as it thumped quickly and made me feel all nervous. She was looking bored, like everyone else in the class, as the English (... więcej)
Otieno albert, 1 january 2012
Always said I would know where to find love
Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough
But sometimes I just felt, I could give up
But you came and you changed my whole world now
I'm somewhere I've never been before Now I see, what love means
It's so unbelievable (... więcej)
Ashley, 1 january 2012
Written October 28th, 2010. It's kind of depressing. Actually, it's kind of depressing how depressing it really is. I have found I'm most inspired when I'm hurt.
I looked up and saw her. She looked back at me through her dark eyes, pained and confused. I looked deep, trying hard (... więcej)
Ashley, 1 january 2012
Another written awhile ago.
There's two types of silence.
There's the nice kind of silence, the mind-numbing silence that gives you time to think. The silence you yearn for when you want peace.
The other is the deafening silence, the silence that roars in your ears and won't (... więcej)
Ashley, 1 january 2012
I wrote this a long time ago. Hope to get better. Hopefully you get can get over the angst of it. Teen angst. Haha.
Oh darling.
The single sight of you causes the dark shadow, always beside me, to stick yet another kinife into my bleeding heart and suffocationg lungs. The sound of your name leaves (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 31 december 2011
Aimless, I linger, afloat in this shapeless void, a rudderless ship in the vast expanse of nothing;consuming time in exchange for knowledge’s understanding to render distinction of purpose and direction to regain ambition’s energy as reward to its expenditure or, to be forever lost.
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Naykd Poet, 31 december 2011
The seed planted, grows, flowers, withers and dies; its joy of beauty brought to the living eye, needless to its purpose or reason to decry, for it is the nature of Being, that it is most alive.
Given to this planet on which it is birthed so that others not unlike it, is given their worth; that knowing (... więcej)
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