It was like waking from a daze. The sweet aroma of coffee taking over, waking every sense. Emily stared at her mug watching the heart shape of her latte, all around her were whispers and laughter and people talking. But not her, not today. Because most days were just like this. Silent. Everyone doing their ...
It takes one moment
To destroy the illusion;
To make the disappointment
Grow, and pain
To become overwhelming. It takes a simple thought
To begin to wonder
"What's the point?" Even when tears
Blur the sight
And thoughts cloud the mind,
There's a light waiting to shine. Maybe then,
It'll light the path out
Of this darkness.
The phone buzzed on the countertop, Gabby gazed at the phone from across the room and quickly walked towards it, quickly unlocking her phone and reading the latest text. “Well, what does he say now?” Priscilla asked, raising her glass and sipping the last bit of wine. She patted the couch and beckoned Gabby to sit. ...
Have you ever written a letter and placed it away till that one random day you remember it? I've done this a couple of times, since a very young age. Sometimes, mostly in the recent years, somethings I've written make me wonder what on Earth was I thinking?! Some papers hold truths that even the world ...
Hymns of triumphs sung at dawn
Senses close to the world above
Beneath this glory shalt he sleep
A restless dream of unending greed
Once the King of Heavenly Post
Now a shrewd revengeful ghost
From tombs of old shall power spring
Rising to aid our fallen kin
Tears of gold on dying land
Howling Wind and Restless Sea
United with thy Golden Flame
Renewing that ...
White are the robes of the sinless,
White are the souls of the pure,
Slowly their wings are spreading,
Protecting against thy wrath. Through the sword of justice,
Your whip, created of anger, comes.
Through the hand of my protector,
Thou cometh to stop my path. From thee I shy away,
from thee I turn away.
Thou wrath of despair,
Is naught but a hopeless case,
Woe is me on this rainy day;
How can it be, that it can happen to me.
Oh woe is me. Oh, woe is me.
The rain against these windows
sing me to sleep.
That is until the window was opened
and a flood came in.
Oh, woe is me. Oh, woe is me.
Now my clothes are wet,
my books are no where ...
He held her closely, caressing her face and leaned in to kiss her gently. It was astounding to see them; yet, at the same time it was like invading their privacy. I quickly looked away and took out a book to read. It wasn’t long before they came and took a seat by my side. “Hey,” he said. ...
I looked around to watch her smile. I haven't talked to her; but I wish I had the courage to simply go up to her and say hello. She's never sad or angry; I don't know how she manages to always be happy. I wish I could be like her. I won't lie, I do like ...