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Lay Your Heart to RestDripping through the trees,
Trickling down the leaves.
It never stops,
The rain never stops crying out for you.
Falling from the sky;
The storm's lullaby.
It'll never stop,
The rain will never stop crying out for you.
For the tears you can't release,
For the emotions you can't express,
The rain falls silently,
So you can lay your heart to rest.
All of the unshed tears collected together,
The pain of the populous so vast.
The skies are bleak and grey,
The light doesn't seem to last.
The ominous crash,
The eerie flash,
The skies are aflame,
With everyone's pain,
How long will it last?
Something in BetweenI am strong.
I am powerful.
My weaknesses can be conquered.
My doubts can be overcome.
My mistakes have served as a lesson,
Who I was is not who I am.
I can do anything I set my mind to,
But I still know I'm only human.
I can't do it all
There will be times when I suffer
But I will not give up
My experiences make me tougher.
Humility and Courage
Modesty and Bravery
I know I will not be able to do everything,
But I will continue to try.
I will admit when I'm wrong
And try to do what's right
I will realize my weaknesses
But keep perspective in mind
I will be weak at times
But have the courage to face it
I will be strong at times
But I can't promise I'm not faking it
I will smile so brightly
You need to squint your eyes
I will cry so despairingly
You wonder if I'll ever be alright
I am strong, I am weak.
I am something in between.
But most importantly,
I am me.
My WallsInvisible barriers protect me.
A force you will never see.
But try and break through,
And you'll understand what they do.
They hold me back, they lift me up.
They do everything a man's not capable of.
They protect my scars, they're never far.
So don't break my walls down so hard.
He+She=We [Prussia x Reader]She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Not that he'd ever admit it. There was only a small problem, the only reason she wouldn't become smitten with his incredibly sexy awesomeness.
She was married.
And not just to anyone, but to Ivan Braginski. That is, the tall Russian man that scares and intimidates every living thing within ten feet of him. The guy that promised he'd kill Gilbert if he came within two feet of his wife ever again.
It was kind of a problem.
Because he was hopelessly, irreversibly, and madly in love with this little lady.
Again, not that he'd ever admit it.
Slamming down his sixth beer on the bar counter, he began to laugh outright. Why was he even upset? He was awesome! And alone, but awesomely alone! Right, he didn't need some girl to 'complete' him or whatever, because well, he's awesome!
He immediately began choking on the air. After a moment, he regained his ability to speak. "Oh, hey _____, what's up?" His voice was
Love is Noticing the Little Things (Alfredxreader)Love is
Noticing the little things.
Work sucks. Getting home that evening, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into the bathroom and take a long, hot bath, then climb into bed and lay there until sleep overtook me. No more thinking, just relaxing.
But no, of course that didn't happen. My super-hyper boyfriend decided to show up on this evening of all evenings, and declare a "movie night" without asking for my input. I didn't have the heart to throw him out once he threw those puppy dog eyes my way.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I stepped aside to let him in. Well, maybe I could still get that bath in after he left...
"Aww, baby, what's wrong?" I shut the door behind me after Alfred walked in. He quickly set the movies on the table to free his arms then came over to hug me. He held me loosely at arms length, concern shining in his blue eyes. "You can tell me. I am a hero, after all."
"No, I'm fine." I dismissed him, deciding it was better just to let it go. Work
Change Begins TodayLittle girl in her room,
Bunched in her blankets,
Crying as her parents act so cruel,
'How long is she going to take it?'
Little boy on the stairway,
Watches his dad take another swig
Of the poison he knew would separate them
'Is this how I'll be when I get big?'
He stares at himself in the mirror,
Wishing the image was clearer.
Pops another pill,
As in walks his little girl,
'I hope she'll be different.'
She uses make-up for a reason,
To cover up the pain she's feeling,
The black and blue he leaves behind.
'Maybe I'm just not a good wife.'
We all suffer pain,
We all feel hate,
But no matter what we face,
Change begins today.
StorytellerA wise man once told me,
that the wind will tell me more stories
than words will do in a lifetime.
I did not believe him.
But then it came the call:
the cry of the wolf,
the whisper of the maidens.
The spirit trembled...
The gates were open:
the leaves were crunching
as I followed.
Under the willow I stopped
as I sensed him in her gentle touch.
Nature’s poet, how beautiful he was
elementals’ eternal symphony.
he carried them and took them away.
he carried them and took them away.
he carried them and took them away.
I looked upon the stars,
and I remembered:
The wind told me more stories than words did in a lifetime.
If I were a book...My author knows me too well, you don't.
The illustrator has deceived you, just a little.
My title could mean nothing to a million things.
Do I really intrigue you?
My spine is bent from reluctant actions.
The blurb doesn't tell you much, so judge.
My stitches have ribbons, they're useful marks.
Do I fit in a bookcase well?
I would bear no owner in an decorative plaque.
The press gives me praise, professions do critique.
I was published, so any resemblance is coincidental.
Do you pick me up or put me down?
I could tell you anything to keep you reading.
The chapters aren't titled, but are certainly numbered.
I sometimes would not end with 'lived happily ever after'.
Do you want to keep on reading?
My editor has read every rough patch I have cured.
The final result, it suits me well, because it is me.
I would hope you'd read mindfully, picky reader.
Do we stop reading, or just get slower?
Trace the MechanismHoudini escaped much,
but when I feel the grip,
oh he ain't got noth'in on me,
just watch and see,
as I morph into the chains that lock me,
and slither right on free.
Lov'in how society bulldozes us along,
twisting into the vertebrae to paralyze,
hissing in our ear,
just fully realize you receive
like to be deceived.
Come on and try to seduce all my senses,
think I won't believe it unless I see it on TV?
You'll have to skip me in the grub line,
cuz disappointed you'll surely be.
If your guards have you well secured,
if you are kept cozy and quiet,
locks snug and tight,
become the key,
turn the mechanism and let it click open,
freak the jailers,
even they'll wonder what it's all about
and start dreaming of hoping.
A Poem Of MotivationA poem came to my mind,
But suddenly all words I forgot,
My muse, please be kind,
And show everyone what you got.
Now it is time to act, to change,
And to turn away from my past,
Some may find it strange,
But I am ready to live my dream at last.
To let it go though I am ready
And to move quiet and steady.
One day I know I will reach the top,
Nothing in this World will me stop.
I wait for a day that I so long treasured,
The scale of which I’ve never measured,
But I believe that it will come,
And to heaven I shall roam.
Forever and a DayWorld filled with love
Flight of a dove
Don't wither away
My love, here you'll stay
Now that your time is due
I will try and become anew
I'll try to move on and not hold
Our past's ghostly bones
I wish you were here
My sweet, lovely dear
So that you may remember
Our kiss in the Winter
Four years have passed
In which our love grew fast
And those memories of you
Will shine through and through
I wish things didn't happen
So that I may see you laughing
But Fate had us separate
And Choice wasn't desperate
If only you could see
That I've grown happy
I still think of you
Don't get me wrong, it's true
My dear, sweetly dove
To see you fly up above
That would be bliss
A sight I will try not to miss
Alas, you can't stay
Our souls can't play
As you turn to mist
You will live through this
In my mind, you shall stay
Until the end
f o r e v e r . . .
. . . and a day
The ArtistIt feels so simple, watching people spring to life while you sit on the bench,
like I do right now here by the sea near the boats as the night is falling.
It's all about the context, about how the movement occurs.
I sit here, writing in my red notebook
creating my own movement that happens within the self,
envious of the ones that move their surroundings
go to and come from places that exist for outside observers
To them I am a single lone figure, a static presence
but I am a world of my own, contain glow and a rising mist
a glacier, the fireworks and a fear of death
and yet they see nothing of this,
only a person who has come to the shore to wither
to write as the rain starts falling,
as you can see from the drops on this very page.
I am a thousand books and carry with me many more
the light falls beautifully in the home that I have built for myself
but I manifest nothing
This notebook will soon reach eighty pages and then there's the other half
to be whittled away in another summer r
the shades of onyx,
I gazed upon a glimmering gem.
Shimmering with warm,
red inner light,
I saw both a beginning and an end.
I fell in love,
with all its facets.
And leading me out of the darkness,
We danced until
the sun was high,
Hearts soaring beneath the amber sun
Colliding like stars,
meant to be together
His eyes reflecting in ruby shades
My diamond eyes crying
out for his love
Then silence fell upon us forevermore
leaving us to pick up the pieces.
INFP (The Healer)INFP (The Healer)
We are the purest of souls
With the darkest minds
Fire burns in our hearts
Our words sharp as ice
We are the epitome of peace
Gracefully swaying with the breeze
Dancing in the air without a care
Guided by our whim and fancy
Chaos clings to our very core
Brewing inside a raging storm
Our inner realm is filled with depth
Shadows and light, peaks and trenches
Digging deeper into ourselves
Breaking apart every thought and feeling
The never-ending journey of self-discovery
Is something we’ll never finish, ideally.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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