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I Know I Can't Win by MySocksRock, literature
Literature
I Know I Can't Win
Open eyelids see,
sad morning light.
Haunted by hands,
by words,
tortured by night.
Bruises are covered,
by make-up and clothes.
Tears dry,
smiles lie,
so nobody will know.
Blood lost by blood-lust,
desire and despise.
Feeding,
delicious fear,
from innocent eyes.
Today becomes tomorrow,
and the next and the next.
Tormented palms,
and lips pray,
for a day of sweet rest.
No daylight nor nightfall,
forbids more disdain.
But lessons learned,
lessen,
the measure of pain.
Don't fight back... Don't complain.
Broken by Dirztree, literature
Literature
Broken
Beneath the crying tears,
Beyond the bruised ego,
Is a girl, who's just like me.
Fragile as always,
Broken so many times.
No glue can save her,
Only she can save herself.
She will move on eventually.
Heart strong as ever,
She'll beat them all,
Love the loved,
And hate the hated.
Deep down beneath it all,
The girl so broken,
Is just like me.
FanfictionT- Cry x Reader: The Punished one Chap 1 by Haiena-Sensei, literature
Literature
FanfictionT- Cry x Reader: The Punished one Chap 1
The big school halls were quiet and empty during the lessons. Some lunch-food people had threw around and some old papers were everywhere on the ground, all coming from the messy teens in the school. Your eyes scan the new area quickly. Everything was new. You had just moved after the horrible incident to a new area, and this was your first day of your new school. You didn't really want to go here, simply because of the horrible memories you had from your previous school. You slowly red the names of the classrooms. Sometimes you could see a student look up at you, curious who walked through the halls during the lessons. The school had allowed
Love and Heartbreak by Sucre-Glace-Reine, literature
Literature
Love and Heartbreak
Love is when you can't stop thinking about them,
when you hear their voice inside your head.
You can tell it's them just by their scent.
When you want a picture of just the two of you,
so they can always "be with you".
Love is when you call them
just to talk about anything; just to hear their voice.
When you worry about them if something happens,
when they cheer you up by giving you a hug
or just staying by your side.
Love is being able to read their eyes.
You can see when they're happy,
and help them when they're sad.
When you don't need to talk to each other,
because your eyes talk for the two of you.
Heartbreak is when you c
dangle that carrot a little closer to my face by daybreaksmiles, literature
Literature
dangle that carrot a little closer to my face
I was never one for games
like monkey-in-the-middle,
my feet planted
too firmly in the ground
for me to win.
But even as you stand there,
heart raised just out of reach,
I can't keep from rolling up
high on my toes, hopeful fingers
stretching out...
Write Wikipedia Page by theprophetObblonge, literature
Literature
Write Wikipedia Page
That makes one official Akashic Records fact. If you're the one writing your page, then you have all the sources of materials for the bibliography er whatever it's called. Also, publishing a book of autobiography allows one to market it as whatever one wishes. As a fictional story of epic quest for justice and love. That's what Star Wars is. Not anywhere close to science fiction. Depict fairies and elves on the cover. As long as the title fits in with the artwork and every ten pages or so you write one line that states that these people or events remind you of fairies and elves, then you now have a running theme. And while it still won't be listed as fantasy - no publisher or reader appreciates being lied to - it does give one an actual right to market it directly to Dungeons and Dragons players. Which can read and are not averse to doing so. Why would one bother doing this? Because if you're truly doing something unique, there is no appropriate audience readymade to drop you in
My Pretty Little Masochist by AnUrbanNomad, literature
Literature
My Pretty Little Masochist
My pretty little masochist
Never learned the method of duck & run.
She stays where she is
Getting battered to pieces,
Hiding her scars & insisting it's fun.
My pretty little masochist
Won't let me protect her
From my self destructive ways.
She prefers to stay and fight for the mess of me.
Stubborn to the point
Of being irresistibly adorable,
She swears she's strong & not so easily broken
But we both worry when we see
The reflected pain of my own bad decisions,
Staring back at me.
My pretty little masochist
Is never ending patience & a world of understanding
As my broken heart orbits around her.
I pull her emotions along with
A Painful Blessing Chpt.2 by JulissaMartinez1, literature
Literature
A Painful Blessing Chpt.2
Marshall's POV:
I'm pretty sure I've turned Fionna nocturnal. She never goes to
sleep at night anymore and sleeps during the day with me. She's so
considerate of my feeeeeelings
"Hey Fi!" I called her name from my, I mean our, bedroom. She
appeared in the doorway in small shorts and a loose tank top with a
red piece sign on it. "Wanna do something today?"
Her deep blue eyes brightened and she nodded vigorously. "Yeah,
what did you have in mind?" she asked with a rabbit-toothed smile.
I smirked and floated towards her. "Wanna go see my 'sister'?" I
used my fingers to make quotes around the word sister.
Lies by wang-POW, literature
Literature
Lies
Isn't it weird how they smile at your face
You turn your back and it's erased
Sooner or later you realise
They're not your friends
Just some more lies
It hurts so bad just to know
There's nothing really there
Nothing real, nothing true
It's all empty and bare
Then they come back to you
The story is old
It's always the same
It's always a game
No one understands
No matter what they say
It's always for them
It's selfishness
It's today
And it's always been the same old way.
