Dreams
Wishes, hopes, desires, aspirations
It never occurred to me just how important dreams are. I never really thought about it. But every day now, when time's already started to run out and is steadily running out faster and faster, that's when I've started to think. About life, the universe and everything. About things I wish I'd done, but can't do now. About things I want to do with the time I have left. About things that I did do, and whether I did them right. About things that I could have done, would have done, if time wasn't so short.
Sometimes I wonder if I used my time the best way. It's only when the end is near that you
twisting, burning,
you knew this would happen
i'm falling
fast
fast
faster
can't react
because you're the one
who dropped me
and laughed like it was a joke
but it wasn't
i wasn't
i'm not a joke
am i?
the 'safety net'
you threw out to me
because a safety net's going to save me.
nothing's going to save me
and i'm falling faster
faster
faster
slower
time slows down
my life in my hands
my life in your hands
"Grab the rope!"
i take the rope
and feel it burn
feel the fire take my hands and palms
feel the lost friendship between us
burning
but without it i'll die
and i'm dying
i'm slowing down,
but it's taking a
CuriosityShip- Midnight Garden by eliteshinobi3, literature
Literature
CuriosityShip- Midnight Garden
CuriosityShipping: In A Midnight Garden
It was dark, darker than it should have been. She walked in a surreal world; nothing seemed right to her now. Everything was a blur of sights, sounds, smells, touches and tastes, a blur she could not comprehend completely. It was all so unnatural, and yet she felt comforted. Perhaps this gradual lessening of her touch with life would make her parting with this world less unpleasant.
As she wandered, she came across a garden. A midnight garden of silver moonlight and deep blue petals. And there, waiting for her, was Zetsu. Zetsu, the boy with eyes like crystals. Zetsu, the boy whom she could always dep
CuriosityShip - How We Danced by eliteshinobi3, literature
Literature
CuriosityShip - How We Danced
CuriosityShipping Writer's Meme
Lyss x Zetsu [My Lyss and Torrie's Zetsu]
Rules:
1. Pick a character/fandom/pairing/friendship/whatever
2. Put your music player on shuffle
3. Write something themed on each song only for the duration of each song
4. Do 10 songs and post, including the name and artist of songs.
1. I'll Fly Away (Bond)
The sky was deep blue above her, and the night tickled her throat, causing deep wisps of white mist to float from her mouth when she breathed. The air was crisp but cold, a startling cold that stole deep inside her. Zetsu was beside her, she knew. She fancied that he smiled; he wasn't looking at her
waiting for the trees to grow
waiting for the seeds to break
waiting for winter's cooling touch
waiting but not stopping.
is there a difference between
black and white?
is there a difference between
light and dark?
is there a difference between
waiting by choice and waiting by necessity?
nothing is certain, all is continuing.
time is narrow, moving only forwards.
the falling snow slows time,
but time itself is never ending.
abandoned but surrounded by friends.
lonely but in a crowded room.
willingly waiting for friendship.
forced to wait for acceptance.
completely inconsistent,
thoroughly varied.
such is life.
waiting, w
.:NigHt SKy:.
night sky watching waiting
feeling for the blackness
searching
breathing
wanting the dawn
eyes looking
hoping
praying
her black eyes willing for
gold reflections of dawn
and the rarest shooting star
.:DifFerIng MatCh:.
leaves radiating silver
thin moon rising
strange reflections from
strange eyes
as different as night and day
as different as black and white
his eyes are black and white
they are different
yet harmonious
a differing match
he used to want to fly away
.:TaWny GoLd:.
see the warmth
the life
pleasure
contentment in gold eyes
light eyes
cool eyes
happiness abundance
see the tawny gold
twisting, burning,
you knew this would happen
i'm falling
fast
fast
faster
can't react
because you're the one
who dropped me
and laughed like it was a joke
but it wasn't
i wasn't
i'm not a joke
am i?
the 'safety net'
you threw out to me
because a safety net's going to save me.
nothing's going to save me
and i'm falling faster
faster
faster
slower
time slows down
my life in my hands
my life in your hands
"Grab the rope!"
i take the rope
and feel it burn
feel the fire take my hands and palms
feel the lost friendship between us
burning
but without it i'll die
and i'm dying
i'm slowing down,
but it's taking a
CuriosityShip- Midnight Garden by eliteshinobi3, literature
Literature
CuriosityShip- Midnight Garden
CuriosityShipping: In A Midnight Garden
It was dark, darker than it should have been. She walked in a surreal world; nothing seemed right to her now. Everything was a blur of sights, sounds, smells, touches and tastes, a blur she could not comprehend completely. It was all so unnatural, and yet she felt comforted. Perhaps this gradual lessening of her touch with life would make her parting with this world less unpleasant.
As she wandered, she came across a garden. A midnight garden of silver moonlight and deep blue petals. And there, waiting for her, was Zetsu. Zetsu, the boy with eyes like crystals. Zetsu, the boy whom she could always dep
CuriosityShip - How We Danced by eliteshinobi3, literature
Literature
CuriosityShip - How We Danced
CuriosityShipping Writer's Meme
Lyss x Zetsu [My Lyss and Torrie's Zetsu]
Rules:
1. Pick a character/fandom/pairing/friendship/whatever
2. Put your music player on shuffle
3. Write something themed on each song only for the duration of each song
4. Do 10 songs and post, including the name and artist of songs.
1. I'll Fly Away (Bond)
The sky was deep blue above her, and the night tickled her throat, causing deep wisps of white mist to float from her mouth when she breathed. The air was crisp but cold, a startling cold that stole deep inside her. Zetsu was beside her, she knew. She fancied that he smiled; he wasn't looking at her
waiting for the trees to grow
waiting for the seeds to break
waiting for winter's cooling touch
waiting but not stopping.
is there a difference between
black and white?
is there a difference between
light and dark?
is there a difference between
waiting by choice and waiting by necessity?
nothing is certain, all is continuing.
time is narrow, moving only forwards.
the falling snow slows time,
but time itself is never ending.
abandoned but surrounded by friends.
lonely but in a crowded room.
willingly waiting for friendship.
forced to wait for acceptance.
completely inconsistent,
thoroughly varied.
such is life.
waiting, w
.:NigHt SKy:.
night sky watching waiting
feeling for the blackness
searching
breathing
wanting the dawn
eyes looking
hoping
praying
her black eyes willing for
gold reflections of dawn
and the rarest shooting star
.:DifFerIng MatCh:.
leaves radiating silver
thin moon rising
strange reflections from
strange eyes
as different as night and day
as different as black and white
his eyes are black and white
they are different
yet harmonious
a differing match
he used to want to fly away
.:TaWny GoLd:.
see the warmth
the life
pleasure
contentment in gold eyes
light eyes
cool eyes
happiness abundance
see the tawny gold
There are 3 kinds of girls:
Dark girl just smirks, her dark eyes burning with vengeance, the need to destroy. Can't blame her though, she was born with such power of destruction and the energy to beat you all. She lives true to herself, she follows the path of a warrior.
Not far from her, sad girl cries her heart out. Her weak broken body fills with a feeling she does not know. Not love, no not it. Something comes from inside, not from him. No one can break her worse than she does herself. Like a ghost in the shell...
Maybe those are not even tears at all. An illusion, who knows?
Unlike her sisters, dumb girl smiles bright and happily. Da
Seeds on the windowsill, though becoming stale they may,
E'eryday I watch them for the Robin who flew away.
Preciously I check them, waiting day by day
And never let my heart shudder or sink into dismay.
The seeds laid there have purpose, you see,
Though purpose fulfilled it need not to be;
To guard these seeds I've made my duty
There to wait for the remotest possibility.
This is the picture which my life forms,
Though it's beyond the accepted norms
Of love and life, I always will,
Without hesitation, always refill,
The seeds for the Robin on my windowsill.
I'm trying to come up with the words to say what I need to say,
but somehow I don't think you'd care either way.
You and I both know I'm hiding - from what, though, you're not sure
not that it should matter, I play such an insignificant role in your world.
I'm begging you to pick me up and push me back down
because I can't take this silence any more.
One of us has to speak, it might as well be me
I'm the one after all, who freaking started this thing.
I'm not asking that you listen, not asking that you care
never pretended that you did - why start now?
Don't try to change things, we both know where we belong
all I want is to know
The Melancholy Doppleganger by D-Chan416, literature
Literature
The Melancholy Doppleganger
I see her on the other side of the mirror- that poor lonely creature with haunting, aged green eyes.
Behind those eyes is a soul who's walked the earth a thousand times.
A soul who's seen war, pain and suffering.
A soul who's seen joy that she couldn't be apart of.
Our hands cannot touch when I put my fingers against the glass.
The two of us are so close. So damned close, but without the aid of a reflection I can't see her.
She's beautiful.
I'm not.
She's sexy.
I'm not.
She can't speak without me speaking first.
Codependency? Most likely.
She's so sad. We've seen our troubles. Come recent events, we're trying to find ourselves in
I'm amazed how hurt I am. The adolescent pain
sits on a porch swing, moving back and forth,
among hushed thoughts. These perfect fears
swift in my alien mind, deploying songs I can
relate to.
The first star tonight told me I'm strangely known, from corners
of the lawn I sit around and stare, cry, or yawn.
The relationship is well ended.
My body stirs and shivers.
Like many,
he promised me forever. Ignorant heart of mine,
crushed against my chest, blood scaling between heaving
ribs, you know the rest.
Do your dreams drift high
Can you fetch them from the sky
Can you fly them like a kite
Can you ride them when you try
Can you play them in you mind
When you have a little time
Do your dreams drift high???
"You won't eat"
"You won't sleep"
"You won't get a grip"
"What's your problem?"
That's all they ever say
I lie "I'm just fine."
"No, everything's okay."
But, in reality
I go to sleep everynight by crying
My friends always saying
"Eat
Sleep
Than you'll be okay"
But, they don't realize
It never helps
Not even for a day
I don't think I am anorexic
Or an insomniac
I just have some problems eating
And sleeping just comes in
And goes out
It happens
Than it doesn't
I feel so ashamed
When my ribs are all showing
When my tears can't be hidden
And the scars on my wrist
Be ridden
What am I supposed to do?
When I look in the
Dreams
Wishes, hopes, desires, aspirations
It never occurred to me just how important dreams are. I never really thought about it. But every day now, when time's already started to run out and is steadily running out faster and faster, that's when I've started to think. About life, the universe and everything. About things I wish I'd done, but can't do now. About things I want to do with the time I have left. About things that I did do, and whether I did them right. About things that I could have done, would have done, if time wasn't so short.
Sometimes I wonder if I used my time the best way. It's only when the end is near that you