11:38 pmI sit here
Contemplating on whether or not I should run back down the stairs for the fifth time
Just to retrieve the phone
While my mother watches television by the ashes of the fire that never burned.
Netflix & Twitter
Seem to be the only thing that keep me awake at this point
So that I can wait for all the lights to go down
And I can spread my wings of the shinigami
Awakened inside my realm
Where I can fall into your arms
Not having to worry about anyone judging me.
And I guess you crave for that 'angel' buried deep inside of me
'Cause you don't want me to dive into other men's hearts;
At least, as far as I know.
And you're acting kind of crazy,
All sympathetic & shit-
So I don't know whether it's just you or me.
So whilst I waste my energy away
Cries for freedom linger in my fingers & throat
Letting the rhymes & stanzas entangle into a piece of 'art' for you
And I still can't understand why I yearn for you
Everything about you
Even though I've admitted it all
I don't feel com
Guardianhe'd do anything to be by my side
he'd burn with a thousand suns
or perish with the might of a hundred seas.
he said he'd protect me
from anyone who'd do me harm
even if blood would be spilled.
so it's not just me who keeps on giving
it's him too.
and so i asked him
and he replied,
'because i care.'
sometimes he jokes around carelessly
sometimes he stands with the might of a guardian
but to me, he's still an angel
but at last,
he can love.
InfinityI walk in the dark alone
A loaded bow by my side
The rustling of leaves the hymn that I can't escape
Though the thing is
I'm not terrified
I don't feel as though I'll die tonight.
I wonder if
I were with others
I'd go insane
My adrenaline would burst through the roof
Because they'd be the first to hit the pavement.
He taught me how to live
He taught me how to survive
He taught me how to go on without him.
How he knows it,
The way there's no end to saving me.
The memories say we're still young
That we should die while we're happy
And I can't help but agree
Though while Death is staring straight at me
Asking me if this is what I want,
In The DarkI'm not afraid of the dark
I'm only afraid of what it contains.
In the dark
I remember all the times my heart broke
And my body can't stand the pain
To the point where I'm out of tears.
I thought that night was my best friend
A companion that would stop me from falling any further down
But I guess the shadows are manipulating me,
Turning me into its own personal marionette.
Something's always stalking me through the window
An unfriendly face peering over my shoulder;
Breathing down my neck
Though I can't do anything to stop the insanity.
Can cause my imagination to mistake it for the eye of a shinigami.
And I feel like screaming,
Having my cries heard throughout the night,
But no one here will understand
The reason why
Everything's breaking down..
It's because I haven't heard from him
And I'm insecure whenever I don't hear his voice
And I can't-
I can't. . .
I can't function
Hard Out HereWhite undergarments
Under black leather
I guess that proves that I'm an angel
Hidden within a tar black soul.
People say that through hardship
You can find true happiness
But from what I've experienced,
All that's left is sorrow.
They say that love is the answer
But in my case
That's what's causing my pain.
I know he'll protect me-
He said it himself-
But he'd only love me more than a friend
If we were the last hopes humanity had left.
The men that surround me,
They only want me for my body
And not for who I really am,
So what do I have to do to give them something to truly admire?
Under white linen
I guess that proves that what they desire is a demon
Cloaked within a good-girl shell.
Magicmake me feel safe
like there's nothing in the world that could hurt me
not even brush its fingertips against my skin
except for yours.
it's only you who can me feel this way
just by the fire of your voice.
i don't know how come it's so soothing
but at least the pain of my heart melts away.
i'll stay by your side forever
i'll do anything you please
it's just us against the world
and we're not backing down.
so just make sure that i don't go insane
make sure that i'm okay
and for god's sake,
make sure that you're safe too.
because of ebolathe battery died
and the darkness closed in
while too many are diagnosed
but all i can think about is whether or not he's okay..
and i feel like i'm a horrible person
because while everyone is dying
i'm sitting here daydreaming about a future that may never exist
thanks to this sickness passing around hour after hour.
of course, the paranoia's creeping up on me
and i think that i'm infected too
or is he...
or all the others i care about?
now i blame myself for things that aren't even my fault
and i don't even know why.
there's a reason for as to why i isolate myself
why i'm a pessimist.
the battery didn't revive
and the darkness cast over me
while the death toll struck a disastrous number
but all i can think about is whether or not this life is real..
i've got your back. | nishinoya yuu
"Where else does it hurt?"
Nishinoya proceeded to point at the area where he had gotten a bruise. You clicked your tongue, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you took out the ointment and carefully applied it gently, your fingers delicately moving across his bruise. It hurt. It hurt a little bit, and Nishinoya had to bite his lip so he wouldn't make any noise. But at the same time, it was comforting. Your touch—you were so cautious not to hurt him, treating him like a delicate glass that could break any moment. After you had finished applying the ointment, you then took an elastic bandage and wrapped it around the bruised area to reduce the pain.
It was still painful, but he decided not to mention it. You did so much for him already.
"That all?" You said, raising a brow at him. Something about Nishinoya was odd today. He was quiet. He was usually loud and filled with life, and as much as you hated the obnoxious out-bursts, you weren't going to deny the fact that
Angelaa Dimension 258 short story
Rosie picked up her clock again and stared at the numbers. When the big blue hand reached the 12, her daddy would come home. She furrowed her brow and squinted at the tip of the blue hand. Once, she had seen it move. But now it was stuck by the 10.
“Rosie, why do you keep watching the clock?” Leo asked. “Are you not having any fun building?”
Rosie set the clock next to her pile of toy bricks. “Today’s special day,” she announced. “Daddy’s bringing home a lady.”
“Ohh.” Leo raised his eyebrows. “He’s got a new girlfriend?”
“Yep! He says, he’s been seeing her for a while, he says he likes her a lot. He says she’s super nice.” Rosie paused to spit some hair out of her mouth.
“Here. Scoot over here and I’ll braid your hair,” Leo said. Rosie scooted and he began pulling her hair away from her face. “My hair us
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Each breath is laborious as you heave that weighty ball up, and you can't help but wince as it flops down with every exhale. You try to massage it, but the pressure only makes it that much more painful. Instead, you simply lay back against the couch, eyes closed, trying to block out the harshness of reality.
In the kitchen, he readies your dessert. You told him earlier that there's no room left, but as usual he didn't listen. You can smell the freshly baked cupcakes that he ices, and hope there's only a couple to get through. Past experience, however, lets you know that it will be a feast in its own right.
Struggling, you reach a hand around the swollen rock attached to your middle. Sausage-like fi
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It takes a few moments before you start to feel full. Your stomach, at this point, would consider itself at capacity. You know better. The liquid continues to pulse down your throat, forcing itself into your belly. The feeling of fullness grows, and you eye your middle, waiting for it to start showing.
Finally. After a full minute, you notice your previously flat stomach beginning to push outward. It strains against your buttoned shirt. Fills up the extra space in your jeans. The feeling of tightening clothes digging into flesh feels good, but not good enough. Not yet.
More liquid travels down your throat. Your stomach stretches to contain it all. Deep inside, a faint sensation of painful t
Always the Haunted House On Halloween, young people seem to flock to the dark, in search of either candy or a house to 'trick.' Matt and Sally were no different, except they were a bit older, nearly in their teens. Matt talked Sally into going to the house widely known as haunted.
Sally said, "Are you sure we want to go there? It must be called haunted for a good reason."
Matt laughed. "Sure. Things go bump in the night there. It's just an old house."
"Then they won't have any candy."
"We got enough off Mr. Sterling to rot our teeth already. This'll prove we've got guts too. Wait 'til we get to school and tell everyone where we went! They'll envy us and know how brave we are. C'mon, Sally!"
Sally sighed. "I don't know how you always talk me into these dumb ideas."
"I'm smart. And I know you like to hang out with me anyway."
"You're not as smart as me, and this may be the last straw as far as h