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EverScript: Be Mine“Here.”
Blinking in astonishment, I looked curiously at the small, blue present that was placed in front of me, before glancing up at the one who put it there.
“What’s this?” I asked, my blue eyes staring questioningly into a pair of pure black eyes, eyes so black it swallowed light.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Akira returned my gaze, and for a moment, I swore there was a…something there, a connection, before he looked away, sparing a glance at the present he’d just set on the table. “It’s White Day tomorrow, right? I figured I’d give you this today in case I don’t see you tomorrow.”
Oh right, I thought, remembering the date today. It was March 13th already, meaning that White Day ― the day where people who received chocolates on Valentine’s Day are supposed to give something back in return ― was right around the corner, the corner being tomorrow in fact.
No wonder there are
EverScript: Can I?“Can I get you a drink?”
At the sound of a familiar voice, I looked up, bewildered, only to stare into a pair of mesmerizing emerald green eyes. “H-huh?” I stuttered out, unable to recall what the man had asked me.
“Why, I was wondering if I could get a beautiful lady such as you a drink.” The man repeated, grinning slyly. He had raven black hair and a matching dark mask adorned with jewels decorated on the side that were the same shade as his eyes. His suit was still black, though the style of it was European ― Italian, to be precise ― as opposed to the typical American style I usually see. While he had on a red tie, it was loose around his neck, adding a hint of allure to his overall mysteriousness.
Why did I think he sounded familiar? I thought, perplexed. After analyzing the man, I was quite sure I’d never seen him before. And yet I couldn’t shake the feeling…
“No no, it’s alright.” I replie
If I didn'tIf I didn't meet you,
if there hadn't been that dance,
there would have been no smiles.
No bouts of laughter or flirtatious looks,
nor walks that went on for miles.
If I didn't like you,
if I hadn't confessed,
there would have been no kisses.
No late-night dates or loving embrace
nor talks of future wishes.
If I didn't hate you,
if it hadn't come to an end,
there would have been no heartbreak.
No night full of tears or sorrowful rants,
nor questions of if it was all fake.
But also no realization
that I love you still,
that I can't let go,
and most likely never will.
Not now, Not yetMy mind pushes back,
Working against the lack
Of energy, flowing out of me.
Faces of the ones I love,
Blurred by tears that I struggle to shove
Away, to please let me see.
Their touch against my hand,
Runs across like sand
Falling, as my attention flies.
Voices float in the air,
Crying that life's not fair
To me, the atmosphere heavy with sighs.
Hands tick the time away,
My preparation for this day
Helps slightly, calming my mind.
Yet having a taste of death,
Sets the feelings of being left
Exploding, as I become blind.
The world begins to fade,
And I can feel no aid
From them, but I still have regrets.
So don't take me.
Not now, not yet.
EverScript: Love Me"Why not?" Rika shouted, anger clear in her voice. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her black attire, complete with a small black ribbon on her head, a beautifully intricate lacy black dress, and knee-high black boots, only helped accentuate the dark cloud of menace that surrounded her.
Meeting her glare head on, Kaede's icy cold stare showed no response to her childish anger. "Give it a rest Rika. Why would I ever want to buy you chocolates? For something as disgusting as Valentine's Day too. It's a human holiday; why are you so insistent on celebrating it?"
"Because it's for us, as in you and me." She hissed, turning her head to the side as she broke off eye contact with Kaede. She had never been able to hold his gaze for too long without looking away; there was always something in those deep emerald eyes that whispered at you to walk away, to run, or to hide in fear of him. She shuddered involuntarily as she looked around the dark alley.
With only a sing
Dear Me JessDear Me Jess,
I can already see your face ― MY face; an older yet younger one, with the same chubby cheeks as always ― full of confusion. What kind of nickname is that? Your eyebrows will furrow together and you'll pull your lip slightly to the left, all the while wondering who the heck I am.
Fret not, I'm only a compilation of your experiences-to-be, writing to you in hopes that you'll take some of the advice that I have to give, although you probably won't. (Stubborn as always, eh?)
I've come a long way from where you are and knowing all the events that you'll go through, each day each month each year, makes me want to spin fairy tales with a happily ever after like the ones you love from your book collection. But it's not real, and with all the lies that will eventually come your way, I don't want to add anymore. Your kindness will reward you, but take caution and remember that there are people out there who might use it against you. There will be advent
Sticks and StonesThere was a boy, not unlike me,
Who had depression, and OCD.
He went to school, and every day,
Had dreams of fun and games to play.
But every day, and every week,
Kids would laugh, and call him weak.
They beat him up and called him names,
And laughed as if it were a game.
At last the day came to an end,
But he still didn't have a single friend.
He was alone, afraid and scared,
Left thinking that nobody cared,
That no one loved or wanted him,
That in the game of life, he could never win.
So he grabbed a knife, and with the blade,
A small yet painful cut was made.
And yet still they joked and teased,
And laughed about the way he wheezed,
They thought his heart was just a toy,
And they forgot he was a boy.
He had become a mere joke,
And started to run out of hope,
He saw his life as a closed door,
So he took his blade and sliced once more.
And even then they carried on,
And said that they wished he were gone,
He was left with nothing, and even less,
His whole life was just a mess,
So he g
Painted FakePainted Fake
She's a painted fake,
but nobody knows it.
She puts on a show;
nothing more than a skit.
She hides behind
a smiling veil,
not letting anyone see
that she is quite frail.
Words of others
burn deep in her mind
and cause her to play
a part that won't shine.
She picks her role
and plays it well.
People think she's fine,
but that's only a spell.
Rarely letting anyone in,
keeping hidden her heart,
no one knows
that she's falling apart.
And she won't tell
a single soul
of the pain she feels
that's turned her cold.
For she's a painted fake
and no one can see
that this painted fake
is really just me.
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
I Can Write.I could write a sad poem
And try to explain
How my head is a nightmare
That won't go away
I could leave them all speechless
With how I've been hurt
But that's a poor use
A poor excuse for my words
I could write something angry
And give it a twist
Talk about the emotions
That I'll never miss
Explain how I'm sick
Of feeling this way
But how can I,
On such a beautiful day?
I could write something happy
About music and trees
Sing something pretty
For the birds and the bees
See, I'm so gosh danged tired
I could use all that cheer
But it'll have to wait
Because you're not here.
I could write a love poem
About you and I
How we rose and fell
In our attempts to fly
I could scream to you
Let's not, though we should.
But I don't think
That'd do any good.
Oh how she tries
to be perfect
once in a while.
She wants to be
cared for and good enough
for those who see
that she really
isn't all that tough.
So she strives for
perfection and beauty,
but her hope is no more
and she can't help but feel
like the world is her enemy.
Perfection is far
from her reach.
Falling under the bar
is where her beauty lands
after try each.
Bleeding RosesBleeding Roses
My life line is like a huge flash,
A flash passing me by,
I am one who is poor with barely any cash,
I always give a fake smile to my friends after a lie.
Day after day,
I always act as if everything's okay,
Everything is not okay,
Why do I always feel hate and hated?
Do I have to bleed to satisfy everyone?
Do I have to cry for others to be happy?
One suffers everytime I want fun,
People always seem to decieve right under me.
I see all kinds of beauty,
I have much compassion,
My heart is the one thing no one sees,
I never want to follow the slavery fashion.
Is this my life?
A rose that bleeds?
People around me sliver their skin,
All the while I bleed with them.
Does my enemies love roses?
Does my friends love roses too?
I am blind to whom is my friend,
And whom is my enemy......
I suffer day in and day out,
No one seems to understand,
How much I have to carry on my shoulders,
I am just another grain tossed in sand.
My family is b
UntitledVoices whisper softly in her ear,
"Everything will be alright."
Yet, still all she feels is fear
and she can't find the will to fight.
Why should she fight the pain
when life is filled with sorrow,
and it's hard to feel joy again
knowing there is anger for tomorrow.
"Why do I have to suffer so?
And why does peace always flee
from wherever I go
so the reason to live I cannot see?"
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
Every time I glance out and see
Another who looks like you,
I close my eyes to picture
A you before, once warm and true.
Remember those times we spent?
Laughter complimented with a smile.
Times have changed much from when
Things were actually worth while.
Yesterday I dreamt, today I dream as well
Of when I gave you my love.
Yet while I continued on ahead,
You went to the heavens above.
Destiny took you away,
But not this bond of ours.
Memories flood my mind,
As I now stare at the stars.
Changes have occurred since then,
I have matured, being not as wild.
You witnessed my change once before
Growing up with me as a child.
You would be so happy. Oh, so proud!
My scars no longer in pain,
As I carry on with my life,
In my heart is your honoured name.
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