Mermaid's Lullaby
Late at night from the sea You can hear a lullaby There's a mermaid in the sea Who enchants with her singing In the castle on the hill Lives a prince but he's ill Every night with a...
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Late at night from the sea You can hear a lullaby There's a mermaid in the sea Who enchants with her singing In the castle on the hill Lives a prince but he's ill Every night with a...
Smoke smell, Flames licking, Crumbling ceiling, Hopeless screams, Arms around me, Hospital beeping, Disinfectant smell, Needles stuck in me, Faint feeling, Desperate, Worried...
Do you come alive when i sleep. Those lustrous eyes that discreetly peek, look so small but so alive, stare calmly at the wall, acting so contrived, was that i move i saw.
It feels like... I'm finally ready, you know. I feel happy I feel peaceful I feel prepared. I tried so long to be perfect: To gain control of it all, And wake up each morning with spirit and hope.
When the sheep walks into the lions den he's a fool to do it knowingly but if he does it of free will then perhaps it is done heroically.
#Flashfiction You try to teach, Educate a sibling to reach Maturity beyond her years. To skip past all those unneeded tears. Your fears had come to pass. Those are the days we shouldn't advance.
Yes dear, I see the plane Flying up there So high, in the blue sky Yes, isn't it high up, dear. Come here now, dear one We must go Where. Somewhere darling, somewhere away from here Why.
and then i broke inside..
That feeling is something that Cannot be depicted Not formed in words The rough thruth is that I shall never answer to you In endlessness it doesn't matter But in life's tiny moments Waiting is the...
I can definitely wait. you're driving home. right now. maybe thinking of me. but probably not. I wish I didn't care. but I do. you're driving right now. in your own car. I don't know where you are.
Walk away from us, While we both can still stand, You have so much to confess, You've thrown away everything we planned. And for what. Some girl you say you love.
some people have someone that's always with them. not me. I'm never with the same people. people know my story. bits and pieces. no one but me knows the entire story. no one knows me inside and out.
Tattered clothes, red eyes, why does no one hear my cries. Matted hair, skin and bones, I'm so sick if being alone. Caked with dirt, blood streaked face, get me out of this cruel place.
So an old lady told me the most beautiful story today, she said to me, "you know how there are some people you instantly get along with the minute you meet them, and theres other you don't really...
Ebony blade, black as starless nights. Dark aura surrounds, where it sucks out all light. Nightmares like tendrils, seep from its hilt, And yet those who wield it feel no guilt.
(Kind of cringeworthy I know). I hope my friend you see this write. May it find forgiving eyes. So much sorrow I never felt. On bended. Remorseful knees I'm knelt. Regretting what I've done before.
30000 km away from destruction.
Hey everyone. Just a little update for you. Today I met for the first time my mrs nan who is Private John Edward Dunn's widowed wife. What an incredible lady!.
Hello birdie. Did I hear a song. From you. Hello birdie. You can carry. Such a tune. Please teach me. How. Please teach me. How. To sing with the sweetness. Of birds.
This music. These headphones. They've like, grown. Into my bones. I free my soul. I lose my mind. Shivers race. Down my spine. More than music. Or moving air. You see me. But I'm not there.
How could you miss that. Not once or even twice. You missed us growing up you stupid twat. Your excuse the beer, cut price. You missed Chris's football match, He won by the way.
it's been two weeks. officially. 14 days. since I was last touched. touched sexually. 14 days. since the last time. the last time I got high. I miss it. I have some in my room. but I can't.
Once on a crumpled scrap of paper. Smeared with lipstick blots and ink splatters. She wrote a poem. And she called it "Valentine's Day". And that's what it was all about.
Evening all. Many many thanks to @RichWithey for choosing my piece as his winner. A tough one indeed, as I'm sure a lot of you will testify. (Thank god for Wikipedia...) Anyhoo, to business.