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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?
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
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.
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
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.
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.
AbsenceShe used to lie awake all night
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.
Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.
(reality always finds you)
Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;
"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless hands
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
drip off this
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"
"...it's not my fault."
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.
Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.
"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."
And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.
HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
She hides behind an ivory mask,
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.
Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.
For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a throne sewn from the blistering skin of her enemies and
wearing a crown of brambles and tears and seeds born of pandemonium—
Her soul's true colors will shine at last: her mind and body nothing but
kindle for the overdue vengeance of her ravenous
For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.
The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.
These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
as long as you know their universes.
Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.
You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
whose words shall turn
heartstrings to gold.
Freedom is the only chain you must break in half,
life is the only prison you must escape from,
and the truth is the only lie you must forget.
Vengeful phantoms in a corporeal form walk the earth;
humanity will spite you for you let
Unheard of and undefinedSometimes,
I have this sudden impulse to
bite off my tongue.
It wasn't made for
pretty words and kept promises
in the first place.
Back to back and
straight on til daybreak,
our soliloquy seems never ending.
When was the last time
you remembered to cry for all the broken hearts
that were not your own?
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.
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