The world is but a play
Exercised by random
A dance of the untamed
Purposeless molecules
People being tossed about
In determined chaos
Perception deceived
By delusions of control
The biomechanical minds
Inventors of meaning
The abusers of time
Faith-indulgers born
Billions of egocentric
Isolated universes
Self-defined importance
Self-inflicted stupidity
We crawl like animals
With eyes full of dust
Everyone a falling star
In Tragedy of existence
Nothing seems real
In this sea of static
Horrors keep pounding on
My vacuum of expectation
Virtual impossibility
Signals of monstrosity
Untouched and undiscovered
My essence of impurity
I'll split my veins apart
To make myself feel anything
I'll shred the world to bits
In search for the unreal
Innocence and violence
Mix together boiling
Droplets of blood cry
In their silent resistance
Against darkness around
Against threats unseen
In this world of madness
And deadly inevitability
In this sterile reality
I float unaffected
I need pain to acknowledge
My elusive existence
If I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I wo
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer by talvipaivanseisaus, literature
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Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer
1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frai
Hacking away at a rock with another rock will shape the rock
you are hacking at by time, but the rock you are using might also break.
This can be frustrating and you may want to give up and go do something else,
but that is when you should get back on your feet, find another rock and continue hacking.
You might never feel that the rock you are shaping ends up perfect and you will always see flaws or
improvements to be made. Passion to do something isn't to finish it, it's to work on it.
Skyla's ticklish secret page 3 by Karasu-96, literature
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Skyla's ticklish secret page 3
"Well... you see... it has something to do with you specifically", explained Hilbert. "Me?", asked Skyla, "What are we supposed to do in this game you mentioned?". "It also has something to do with your feet!", Hilbert shouted. Skyla was shocked from what Hilbert said. "W-what do you mean it has something to do with my feet?!", Skyla shouted. "Well, I'm getting the feeling you're hiding something. So I thought of something to make you confess", Hilbert responded. Skyla knows what he's up to, not going to like what he's going to. "Hilbert, don't you dare!", Skyla shouted.
Hilbert raised his index finger in front of Skyla's sight. She tried to
Skyla's ticklish secret page 2 by Karasu-96, literature
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Skyla's ticklish secret page 2
Hilbert and Skyla arrived at the hangar, which is also the Mistralton City Gym. There were no trainers around like at the time Hilbert came in the first time. "So, what do you want me to help you?", asked Hilbert. "Here, I'll show you", Skyla responded. Continuing following Skyla, Hilbert passed by a rope, which somehow caught his sight. As Hilbert recognized it, it's an escape rope. "You know, I never used an escape rope when I had Sandile learned dig, hm..." , Hilbert though. Hilbert stood and started to play around with the rope, he tied it like a lasso.
"Hilbert!", Skyla shouted as she caught Hilbert attention. "Sorry! Coming", Hilbert b
Skyla's ticklish secret part 1 by Karasu-96, literature
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Skyla's ticklish secret part 1
After battling many trainers at Nimbasa City, Hilbert takes a break along with his Pokemon from all the training. "Maybe I should go to Mistralton City, it has been long since I last visited here", Hilbert thought to himself. "If I remembered, the last thing ever I did there was battling Skyla and then bumping into N after the battle. Speaking of Skyla, it has been for a long time since I last met her too. Maybe I should visit her again, she should be at Mistralton City right now". He sends out Kakoo, the silly nickname of his Archeops, and then the Prehistoric Pokemon carried Hilbert to the skies.
Hilbert finally reached his des
My eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,
My lips might look a little too parched,
My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,
My looks may not land me a modeling career,
My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,
My personality, you may not comprehend,
My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,
My life may not follow the teenager script,
My skin tone may seem a little too pale,
My habits might make me appear rather frail,
However, Id rather be ugly through and through,
If perfect meant I was just like you.
Trust.
I know no such word. That word died a long time ago, around the time everyone else died. It didn’t die alone though, it was joined by words like hope and freedom. Some people actually thought it would be better if they died with the word while others saw it more chivalrous if they died for it. I never understood those people, the ones who died for it, they were as worthless as those who died with it. I always seemed to go to the statement ‘there’s a reason why chivalry no longer exists’ when I think of them.
Sanctuary.
This was the freedom, the new version of hope. It was a word that we all craved to use and