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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
I'm Not a DollI may not be perfect
But I always try my best
To be the one that..
I'm not good enough.
I may not be the best
But I try with all my breath
I tried to be the one..
Not good enough.
I'm far from perfect
I'm not the best
But I give my everything
The happy faces
The shining eyes
A soul on fire.
A fading facade.
A dying heart.
I refuse to be perfect.
I can't be the best.
I can't give my everything
It will be my death
I am nothing but a soul.
Clinging to flesh and bones.
The time will come.
A time when my soul is no more.
Remember those times when..
I gave my everything
I threw my soul away
Just to see some happy faces in return
I'm not a doll.
The Empty ChairThe evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
AVECES...AVECES LAS PERSONAS NO SE DAN CUENTA LO QUE REALMENTE TIENEN FRENTE HA ELLOS
Y ES PORQUE NO ABREN LOS OJOS PORQUE SIEMPRE ESTÁN DISTRAÍDOS EN ALGO QUE NO IMPORTA
Y SIMPLEMENTE COMENTE ERRORES POR NO VER LO QUE TENÍAN
Y SI TAN SOLO ELLOS ABRIERAN UN POCO SUS OJOS, SE DARÍAN CUENTA LO QUE SUCEDE,
PERO NO LOS ABREN PORQUE SE SIENTEN CANSADOS,
O NO LES IMPORTA O SIMPLEMENTE NO MADURAN,
Y LO PEOR QUE LE SUCEDEN TANTO COMO PADRES E HIJOS
Y MUCHAS VECES COMETEMOS GRANDES ERRORES QUE NOS DESQUITAMOS CON OTRA PERSONA,
QUE NO TUVIERON NADA QUE VER
Y CUANTAS VECES COMETEMOS ERRORES PARA DESPUÉS OLVIDAR LAS
Y COMETERLAS OTRA VEZ,
CUANDO SIMPLEMENTE PODEMOS SOLUCIONARLAS Y DECIR DISCULPAS,
HA ESA PERSONA QUE NOS DESQUITAMOS POR NUESTROS ERRORES,
*CUANDO SOLO HAY QUE TENER FE, REZAR Y PEDIR PERDÓN A DIOS, PERO SOBRETODO ABRIR LOS OJOS PARA PODER VER LO QUE REALMENTE TIENEN Y APROVECHARLO AL M
Mi mundo no es perfectoMi mundo no es perfecto,
Yo no soy perfecta,
Pero me gustaría un mundo perfecto,
No digo que todo perfecto.
Solo digo que me gustaría un mundo;
Donde la tecnología no exista
O al menos donde el Internet
Y el teléfono, no existiera, entienden?
Un mundo lleno de aventuras.
Un mundo donde Hitler fuera un sacerdote
Cuantas cosas no hubieran pasado, si así hubiera sido.
Donde Beethoven jamás hubiera sido sordo,
Quizás no hubiera sido tan serio,
O simplemente hubiera escuchado su bellísima música,
Cosa que jamás sucedió, así como mi felicidad
Jamás la voy a tener, y tal vez ría,
Pero jamás será una sonrisa de amor.
Un mundo donde la pobreza y violencia
Fueran mínimas o que no existieran.
Donde los paisajes no tuvieran fronteras,
Donde la gente es capaz de hacer lo que ellos quieran,
Donde las groserías, soló fueran palabras,
Y no una moda, como hoy en d
Yo intente ser felizYo intenté ser feliz, y di todo de mí.
Pero nada funciono, y creí que lo podía lograrlo,
pero no, sólo hubo más sufrimiento
Y creí que lograría soportarlo,
Y cuando lo logre, fui feliz,
y me di cuenta que podía ser alguien más.
Pero me equivoque
Ya que mi alma ya-no-es-ta…
Voy cayendo hacia el infierno
Pecado tras pecado, y no me arrepiento
Quiero volver hacerlo;
Volver a matar, volver a mentir, volver a llorar,
volver a decir que ¡dios no existe!
Sin miedo, sin consecuencias, ni problemaS
Pero no lo hare, porque sé que puedo cambiar
Yo sé que soy alguien especial,
Luchare, gritare, me arriesgaré y, lograre mis metas alcanzar y sobre todo me enamoré
Sin temer, ningún miedo al-gu-no
Pero ahora ya no sé si elegir la muerte o la vida,
Mi alma me dice que debo seguir
Y pero mi corazón ya no puede mas
Así que decid
Hasta siempre, querido amigoLlegaste precipitadamente, cosiéndote a mi piel con una enorme aguja. Me miraste, me sonreíste hasta que finalmente los dos nos ahorramos de valor para hablarnos. Estabas tan elegante con el uniforme y ese cabello rizado muy bien peinado.
No sé cómo, pero nos hicimos amigos, mejores amigos; hablábamos y hablábamos por las tardes sin parar, nunca estábamos aburridos. Me sentía segura entando contigo y sé que tu pensabas lo mismo.
Hasta que cuando menos me di cuenta, después de todas las veces que me hacías reír, me enamoré de ti. Éramos muy jóvenes, lo sé, pero yo te amaba. Eras mi razón de ser, el aire que alimentaba cada suspiro. Vivía para ti, eras mi mejor amigo.
¿Recuerdas cuando solíamos salir a escondidas de mi novio? Te ponía celoso que yo tuviera novio y que no pasara tiempo contigo, pero no sabías que estaba dispuesta a
UntitledNo. I can't believe this. Why am I happy? I have good grades and friends and things I don't deserve. I'm suspicious. Life never lets me be happy like this! I don't know what'll happen, but I know this won't last.
Please Let Me Break.If you let me fall,
I will break.
I will not catch myself.
I want to fall.
Let me fall.
I don’t want to live in this world.
But I will.
For the people I will never know.
For the people who need me.
For the people who love me.
I promise I will never fall.
The Red Scarf
He always wore black suits.
“No personality,” they say,
“No feelings,” they say.
But in the winter,
When the days become cold,
He dons a scarf
That is as red as the blood
That flows freely
Through his veins.
People don’t see it,
People don’t know it,
That scarf changes his pallor.
From pasty white
To rosy red,
From black and white death,
To colorful life.
That scarf changes his mood.
From dark and detached,
To open and free,
From “No personality,”
That beautiful scarf,
Though worn and old,
Is a warm feeling,
Just not literally…
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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