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I Trust YouI trust you
I trust you
I trust you
I trust you
So far from confidence
So far from feeling whole
Does it even exist anymore?
Embarrassed to love you outright
I can neither let go
Nor let you be happy
I wanted you to be happy with me
I trust you
I trust you
I trust you
That you tell me the whole truth
That you don’t shield your reservations
Protecting that that can destroy us
In case of failure
You assure our fate
Just as I do with my accusation
By pretending you love only me.
GrowthThe mystery slowly comes into focus
The haze of uncertainty,
Dissolves into a calm confidence.
I am the earth, emerging suitable to plant
Desire, to protect gentle roots
To Aerate new innovation
I am the gardener, cultivating and pruning
Decision, of what matures,
And what I let whither.
A MortocycleThe sound of the motor
Once a siren of joy
Now brings only dread
Sick thoughts in my head
This too shall pass
Red fades into black
Black becoming white
New beginnings in sight
My rhyme is contrived
Words flowing like cheap wine
Sick thoughts in my head
Doubt, Shame, and Hope
Write out each new note
To me it all sounds the same
Echoed pestilence through my brain.
The Eternal Story: Character Exposition 2/3 ChanceAs I stare at this blank page, he is infinite potential. The choices that we posses, the very things that separate us from each other, make life possible. Our desire to prove and explain simultaneously drives and improves us, as it collapses the infinite potential that exists within everything that is left unobserved.
The most personally relatable of the Three, Chance inhabits and embodies humanity. He is our freedoms, joys and unbridled expectations. Every choice, mistake, success or providence that we have enjoyed or lamented, is only possible through reality and limited existence.
Purpose, unsure and striving. The unknown. He is ruled by temptation and chaos. The only love he knows is passion, irate and inconsolable.
Rage consumes the inexperienced. Our insecurity manages our day-to-day lives in the struggle for control, acceptance, and understanding.
So much of his portrayal can only be explained through his actions.
Chance is the flame that ignites the fuse; it is his struggle tha
ParalyzedManic action crippled by indecision
Over saturation of option
I could run a marathon
Scream loud and long
Pick a fight
Destroy an opportunity
Do something drastic and irrational
To equalize the pressure between
And the treacherous ocean.
And I do.
Fidgeting in my chair,
It all happens within me.
The Eternal Story: Character Exposition 1/3- TimeFather Time is not old, for to be so, he would have to be a patron of his own cycle. He is, has always been, as long as there has been anything in existence. Which is to say forever, because if there is not something, there is nothing, and time is not relevant.
He is constant, relative to each realm of existence, and yet unyielding to conscious woes. A compilation of heat, space, and development; never dictated; yet never fully understood. Sheer comprehension is impossible without perspective, and within perspective, lies restriction.
Time bears no emotion. That would equate to limitation, and thereby "humanity" as it will so superfluously be named. In a constant superposition of interpretation, simultaneously faster or slower when compared to the varying observer. Yet on each scale a distinct tempo is unchangeable, as if he does control every realm to some degree. The beauty of parenthood; to create and guide a life, through an environment specific to each being, and yet remain comple
Pokerus Outbreak -Group Pokemon TF/TG (Request)Now was a time of terror. There was an infection spreading, luckily it only effected Pokemon. Unluckily, it only effects Pokemon. You see, when a human is objected to it, they become a Pokemon, are sick for a week, and are healthy again, but forever stuck as a Pokemon. This disease was very common in many Pokemon, known as Pokerus, and it has just become airborne. Many took shelter, with them keeping Pokemon in their pokeballs until they were healthy again. However, many people don't release that when kept in Pokeballs, Pokemon don't get better, and have to stay outside of their ball resting. It started with a few normal cases, which were not a problem. However, nurses began to vanish and Pokemon seemed to just appear in Pokemon Centers with no trainers. However, after a nurse and a Pokerus Pokemon were put in a quarantine and examined from a safe distance. This is when it was discover the infection transform a human into a Pokemon if they became infected. After running tests on a tran
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
Clarissa Teaches Witchery
"With one final swipe, the mighty dragon Hooktail has fallen. His head fell lifelessly onto the cold hard ground, and out of its mouth popped out Niri, and she was holding the World Key. The dragon had swallowed the magic key, to keep anyone from finding it. Luckily, if the heroes had taken just a bit longer to defeat Hooktail, poor Niri might have perished before she found it!"
The bard holding a golden key sighed in relief while the three other party members helped her up while they looked to a gigantic double door.
"As the World Key is placed in the key hole, the doors of the Great Palace opens to reveal a brand new world, unlike our heroes have ever seen before..." Clarissa closed her notebook and everything returned to normal. "Well, that's probably a good time to stop. New worlds aren't just made in a day!" She gleefully said.
"That was amazing." Katie said, filled with excitement. "Man, that Ring of Jumping +20 really came in handy! It almost felt like I was flying!"
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
TGB || Destruction Is His GameIt had been a few days. The memories were still crisp in their minds. The night of the gathering, Damek had sat by Palette's side after she had given birth, and he too had curled around his kits.
It had been amazing to lay beside Palette, to drink in the scent of his kits. They were so.. perfect and the tom couldn't stop watching them. He knew Palette felt the same, and once Baldr, Kintsu and Cyrus had left for the gathering, it had left just the two of them in the nursery. The Green-Light was thankful they had finally left. He simply wanted to spend this time with his mate and kits, and- call him selfish -wanted to keep these memories simply between them. These were theirs, and only between them. These first moments of their kits life would be ingrained in Damek's mind as he watched the two tiny kits. Had the first litter been this small? He could barely remember. Petrel, Kite and Oriole. How terrible I must be to them..
Eyes softened in the darkness, and t
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
fairytale: The Blood CrystalsThere was once a beautiful young girl who had fallen in love with her neighbour, an equally beautiful young man who was also in love with her and they were planning to marry. A week before the wedding, the preparations were in full swing. These, however, were disturbed when a strange group came riding in to the village. It was a big, blood red carriage drawn by four, equally red horses and with a very pale man as a coachman. They were followed by a large number servants who saw equally pale.
However, the most odd thing happened when the coach stopped just for the young bridegroom, the door swung open and a beautiful but eerily pale woman stepped outside. Her black hair hung down to the ground and she wore a beautiful dress that was as red as the coach. She smiled at him, he saw that she had nasty pointy teeth. "Come with me," she said sweetly but also authoritative. "Sorry, I cannot" said the groom apologetic, "In a week I will marry the love of my life." The woman was clearly sh
Darkest Depths: Part Three - ResurrectionFeaturing Crowe, mentioning Berach and Graínne
Early Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
The Redwater, Blackwood
The words were familiar. The voice was familiar too. The strength behind it, the authority was enough to make her want to stir, but she was so tired… Her lungs ached, and all of the rest of her was numb with cold. There was no air here.
Open your eyes, child. Your time is not done.
If she’d had any breath, she would have sighed in exasperation. Why? She was done. She was dead. Why couldn’t she just be dead? She’d killed that demon and now she could die. She’d avenged her mentor, killed that stupid Oathbreaker and now it was her time to die.
She is not dead.
Crowe’s eyes creaked open, and light stabbed through them and right i
My Little BirdThe evening kisses cool on the back of my neck. I huddle smaller despite the mildness of the breeze. My thoughts turn inward, abandoning civility as I forget to remember again. Christine is a miraculous disaster. She inherently empowers everyone around her. The chaos that is my consciousness every time she walks through it, as carelessly as haphazard. I form a nest, plant a feeder of tempting humbugs, in the hopes that she will settle for a short while, and let me watch. Snap photographs of my imagination; little intangible keepsakes that contain fragile, happy feelings that manifest only for her. My little bird. I let her fly, and she never returned. I am never truly disappointed. It is impossible for me to feel anything but optimistic and positive when she is in my mind. Smitten.
I travel on in the illusion I created for myself when I feel a crunch under my foot. The pink smoke blows from my eyes, and I see a slight, porcelain, little girl; her left arm now dismembered. Such a beauti
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