The TreeThe tree gave off a bronze-gold, leafy texture, slowly turning hazel in the sun and moonlight.The Tree by fantasylover103
The grass was fading brown in the warm, warm air and the clouds began to cast unhappy shadows. The winter's first chill was sweeping through the land, slowly, softly, but surely. Sunlight began to dry away into nonexistence and the world began to slowly freeze.
The shyest of winds tickled the very sides of the trees but but soon they grew braver, bolder and began devouring sunlight and comfort whole.
The leaves were struggling to hold themselves together, with faulty attempts to hide the strains of brown in their dying green splendor. The trunk groaned at every passing wind, feeling more and more of it's leaves crumbling away to autumn dust.
It thought of days long past, where it had stood long and proud on rich, grassy soil and the butterflies danced. Birds had laughed and played in it's branches and flowers in every shade bloomed healthily besides it. Ivy had hugged it's trunk and whispered
The Pool of EnlightenmentAt the bottom of two hills there was a clean little pond surrounded by sweet grasses and wildflowers.The Pool of Enlightenment by fantasylover103
The hills were very picturesque, with long untamed grasses and tall trees with elegant limbs. Rabbits frolicked playfully in the wildflowers and the squirrels quarreled noisily with the birds in the treetops.
When dawn rose over the two hills a traveler could sigh at the golden light that heightened the magnificence of the majestic landmarks. The sunlight would leak and stream through the trees, craeting a deep current that dappled itself lazily among the ivy and wildflowers.
All night when the stars peered down noiselessly and yet curiously from their warm blanket of night moonlight would illuminate secret paths full of blossoming wild roses and stark white daisies for secret lovers to take. Willow trees would sway lazily and wild jasmine would lay itself flat against sighing, kind rocks.
It was in mid-afternoon when she, the most innocent beauty, came.
She came in a pure white dress
The Picture and The Book Ashes glittered brightly within the furnace, shattered remnants of singular letters was all that was visible. Glowing embers smoked slowly slowly through the deathly gray material and burning bits of paper floated like ghosts from out of the fireplace.The Picture and The Book by fantasylover103
Heavy crimson curtains had been clawed at hazardously but without success and all that managed to be accomplished was a gray dull light that shot out through the long window panes.
Furniture had been tossed around madly, splinters and broken glass lay scattered against the dark wooden floor along with dark red scraps of battered silk. Flowers wilted slowly in pools of water and crimson stains had dried itself against the dark wooden floor.
Next to the smoldering fireplace sat a slumped figure of a young girl. Ripped out pages and ashes surrounded her like a field of flowers and her hands were the colors of deep, mournful roses. Large pieces of what looked to be something detailed and wooden were her cushion, and s
The Attic It was a shadowy room, with light that shifted to the wrong corners and dust that clamped itself over anything once important. The window curtains fluttered despondently along the wind's wavering current as if it were possessed.The Attic by fantasylover103
A soft dull light seemed to lay flat within this room always, and the wrong objects were always illuminated.
Intricate books bound in gold and silk lay underneath crooning jeweled boxes with mysterious powders dusted about it hastily. Cobwebs clung themselves against delicately carved boxes of sheet music, the shadows obscuring them and eyes instead lay against dark chests full of whispers that hissed of riches.
Crushed flower petals were scattered on the floor, dry and useless against tables laden with poisoned goblets and cursed necklaces that glittered attractively above hastily scribbled notes full of rare information that would change the course of the world if in the right hands.
The attic was a very famous room, locat
TripNick:Trip by ravenwings52
Weeks ago I sent you a poem. It went something like this:
a while ago,
when i tripped on the curb,
you promised me that no matter what
you'd catch me before i fell,
with a hug and a shoulder to cry on.
but where are you now?
i can see your shadow up ahead,
i called out to you,
but instead of catching me
you let me fall
and i skinned my knee.
Your letter took a long time to get back, and I almost forgot about the poem until you wrote this.
Is this about me? Because if it is, I'm sorry. I would've caught you if I were closer.
I don't know whether I should love you more or hate you. Because you were right. I want someone to be there for me no matter what, and I wanted- no, want- that person to be you. But you're too far, and you would let me slip without realizing it. You can't be that person, but I can't give it up.
So please, just catch me or abandon me. Don't reach out your hand, when you're hundreds of miles away.
PerpetualYou tell me what i should bePerpetual by Xaiys
You tell me what you want to see
But behind that mask; that smile
Frowning is your constant style
It's a game; master and dog
But i'm perpetually just a bad dog
No treats; no smiles
Just a frown and a, "bad dog."
I stand and stare
I smile and nod
But inside i question
Your demands and expectations
When will they end?
Why do you go on?
You see me like i'm just so terrible
Just an ignorant child, waiting to be scolded.
No toys; no praises
Just an expectation and a, "bad child."
Outside, i smile at you
On the inside, i'm different
I cry and i slowly wither away
With every scold, spoken in your soft voice
That looks so sweet
But tastes so bitter
A little piece of me dies away
I should ask what i should do
I should ask what i should say
But it's fine, because i know what you'll say
I'm fine, just having a "bad day."
hours.insomniachours. by Alessiah
looking strong, but fragile
she knows no moon or sun; no wrong or right
just numbly walks on november's night
who enslaved her.
maybe once she had a wings,
maybe once she was loved
sweetly tasted his soft mouth-
maybe once she was forsaken, homeless
while wind was lavished cheeks icy kisses.
once, she had a heart-
now, would you like to kiss her
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