12 year old who usually only cares about things other people find boring or stupid.
The houses were built uniquely where she lived. First of all, she lived on a beach. Second of all, the nearest house was 4 miles away.
The MoonFae's attack was met with a knee to the face from Aphrodite, a burst of light in the eyes from Hecate, and claws across the back from Hades.
Eye of Amber {•) ==================== Strength of character shining through Bright as the sun And lit like the sky.
They met on the dark side of FaeEdge, in a province they had not explored. There was a full moon overhead, and white flowers as delicate as snowflakes bloomed next to the slender trees.
Eye of Blue <•> ------------------------------- Discs cut from the sky With the clouds all thrown back Bent over a sphere Of pearl And polished to the point It almost glows.
To celebrate pi day, which is coming on March 14 (pi is around 3.14). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. We are all out of sugar. And our apples are gone. Our cinnamon is missing. And the flour tastes all wrong.
Eye of Grey (•) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stormclouds and ash Stretched into lines Shaped into a sphere Pressed under glass Preserved for the eons.
Memories merging. Time is pushing on. I'm waiting waiting waiting. Half believing you've forgot. Your face is burned into my mind. I sit staring at the floor. I'm waiting waiting waiting.
I was sitting on the bus listening to the idiots all around me make jokes about "It" and then it occurred to me; in my entire life I have met a total of 3 people that think similarly to me.
I was walking past cheer leading try outs.
Eventually, everything and everyone will die. Except that dude.-> he gets to live forever.
The problem with an eye for an eye is that everyone ends up blind.
Brittle and dried up like leaves. Or crackling like a fire. Or sweet and high like a bluebird. Perched on a towering spire. Low and smooth like the notes. On cello or on bass.
My friend came up with a new version.... 0.o ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eenie meenie minee moe Catch at tiger by his toe If he hollers Let him die slowly and painfully o.O.
Well, it appeared that the LostFae were not exactly genial.
Im not dead. Sorry about the lack of writes, been sick for last 5 days. Now exude me I just drank a slushie and need to go vomit (again).
S ort of ironic that you. C reatures scorn me. O blivious that your. O wn minds are empty. L udicrous and moronic. D ont even think that the. A ctions and insults.
H ow can you be so perfect. E nough cruelty to be a demon but. Loving kindness and humor what kind of. P erson am I that I should. L ove someone so out of reach.
The silence between Hades and Nyx was not an awkward silence. Rather, it was the type of silence that occurs when speaking is not necessary. Hades was staring at the cobblestone path.
Time has many arms Grabbing the hands of the clocks And moving them on Time breaths hard To keep the wind And air alive Time watches With its one yellow eye And one white Circling around the earth.
A week or so after Shawn and I broke up, I finally was able to meet with my old crush. :D His name is Dante and he had red hair.
Remember those love poems about Shawn. We were going out for 23 days. Then I found out he had asked out 4 other girls while we were dating and flirted with around twenty.
The WoodSprite watched the hummingbirds for a moment. She looked around at the arid forest. Brittle grass and dying trees. He had lied. Typical. He had said just a drop. Now her forest was dying.
Tangelo and Pomegranate The sunset and rose petals A fire and a tulip A kiss and a wink.
Skittering Awash Caress Twitters Tittered Galavants Jumbles Sears Leers Trickling Flowing Thrumming Pattering Dwindling Looms Engulf Glint Spiraling Shudder Smolder Chars.
Sometimes I wonder If people are as stupid As they act Or If beneath the Pointless humor And brainless gossip There are answers To questions unheard of And philosophies Deep and brooding.
My friend was bragging about their intelligence. Five seconds later they ran into a door..
The group dashed over to a few nearby boulders. They pressed up against them. This one was big. As in monstrous.
Lol now if you like this it will say you liked your own Opuss Yep... I think I'm bored >_<.
Cats. Nyx felt a bit jipped. The sprite had said cats. These were monsters. Each was four feet long and a grey-brown, with golden eyes. They hissed and snarled, and then sprang.
OUT OF BACON?!?!?!. \(ö)/ (__) | | ° °.
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Nyx heard footsteps and wingbeats. She turned around and saw a group of Fae heading toward her and Aphrodite. She stepped in front of Aphrodite and unsheathed her claws, until she recognized them.
I've been sick all weekend. It is driving me crazy!.
Nyx walked back over to Aphrodite. Aphrodite slowly lifted her her head. "Nyx. W-what happened to you?" She asked, a bit freaked out. " Never mind that. What happened to you?" Nyx inquired.
Hecate's hair grew longer, down to her ankles, and 13 different strands of hair wove themselves together into an intricate braid. It quickly changed from black to grey to white to silver.
Aphrodite ran. She pushed past the smallest DeathFae, perhaps it was a child, if these creatures were ever children. It gave her a nice cut across the arm.
Aphrodite kicked at the dryad as it dragged her through the gateway to FaeEdge. The dryad was more or less unaffected. "The Crystal Girl kicks the Sister of The Oak-Words. Crystal, a precious stone.
Hecate snatched the leatherbound diary away from him. She began to read aloud. "The shattering has affected my brother. He fell of the Springedge drop off, into Hellspace, and somehow he made it...
Nyx opened her right eye a fragment of an inch. She wasn't in Hellspace anymore. Where was she. She sat up, and gaped. There was a different world.
Nyx hit one of the Hellspace ledges. She pushed herself up against the black stone. Sweat dripped from her brow. The heat was intense. She supposed that was to be expected.
Posidon groaned. He was faintly aware that he had been hit by something large, and that he was pinned against something cold and hard. The ground, he thought.
They were about to reach Iceedge, the icy side of the third fragment of earth.
#Nightdwellers #apocalypse There was no need to keep track of the date anymore. For all they knew, there was no time. The remaining cluster of people walked to Iceedge in a line.
The high notes Remind me Of smooth stones Skipping on the water The low notes Of stormclouds Rolling by.
Me:(feeding Isaac information) The mirror myth came from the primitive belief that mirrors were the reflection of the soul, and since vampires were thought to have no soul in some cultures they...
Me: -watching foursquare Dudes kick ball- Colin- Calvin, don't turn around its the shadow child Me: -half flattered half irked- Calvin-makes sign of cross with arms Me:.....
My friend Haily Got a new pet hedgehog She named it Hodgepodge And he lived in a log His spikes were short And his face was fluffy And like a rabbit His tail was puffy One day a bird Landed on...
I forgot to bring my calculator to math and my teacher (male) had a little hissey fit, punished me several times, and sulked the rest of the day. It appears that he is a bit of a wuss..
That moment When you think Of the horrible Things They deserve And you picture it happening Over And over And you feel happy But not right It's a warped Sense of peace.
Curling up in windowsills. Purring as they chase some fluff. Puffy fur and huge eyes. Adorable. Nonchalant and aloof. Hissing at anything alive. Clawing everything in sight. Coarse fur. Crazy eyes.
What would happen If your hair Grew a foot per hour. What would happen If the sky Were solid Like a shell For the earth. What if time Were to fly away To steal the clouds From the sky?.
What would happen If you were to freeze wind And keep it in a Mason jar In the basement What would happen If a seed Grew into a flower And kept moving Thickening and morphing To become a tree.
Fall is orange Crisp and spiced Winter is grey Cold and dark Spring is green New and warm Summer is yellow Hot and dry.
#nightdwellers. It gently glides. Not needing to flap. More than once of twice. A minute. Suddenly. It begins to fly. Upward. Higher, higher. Until it reaches. Such a height. That the air is thin.
God takes a flower That he made the other day And tucks it and folds it Till it fits in the little pouch That will be the seed Next to it He hides a drop of time To help it go To the beginning And...
I like to imagine. That bark is made. When God borrows. A tad from the sky. And the earth. And mixes them together. Then he adds a sprinkle of life. Never too much. And he takes the mixture.
2 inches long. No nose, huge ears. Shaped like domes. Long wings. With huge, sharp talons. On the ends. That it uses. To cling to trees. Slashing the bark. For some reason. That nobody can.
The bat is waiting. Hiding beneath the maple leaf. Perched on the branch. Dipping the tree. In the liquid light. That shines from it. It only catches. Fireflies. They give it its. Shine.
It has abnormal wings. Frilly and white. With black splotches. To mimic the shadows. It rests on the. Queen Annes Lace. And hunts there as well. Snagging with its silver teeth. The little bugs.
The whitewing bat. Is the size of a fifty cent. Piece. Give or take a millimeter. It flies in front. Of the full moon. Hiding. Waiting for a stray moth. To flitter into its path. On the new moon.
#nightdwellers. Today I walked through the cemetery. Clutching my hands to my arms. To hold back the biting winds. From chilling to deep. The stones. Closest to the gate. Were newest. And polished.
The teardrops of the dolphins And eternally frozen sea foam.
The other day, on the 14th. He tried to bring me cards he wrote. With a little red candy. Taped to the side. I brought him some. Candy to. And we were happy. For a while. The other boys.
Blue is the smell of a fountain. A soft and glossy shade. Blue is the sound of a flute. A gentle, sky-colored hue. Blue is the feel of silk. A sweet baby blue. Blue is the feeling you get.
The sun glares down. Clawing at the earth. With fiery talons. Whispering through blazing flares. "I have been here. Far longer then you. Pitiful earth. You will burn. My power is stronger.
On a little tiny island. Off the coast of Europe. If you walk through the forests. Of alantha and pines. Sticky with minty sap. If you cross the river. That flows in a circle. Then you will find.
Smushed together sentences. A consonant catastrophe. Burbling and warbling. About watchamacalits and thingamajigs. Skittering like jitterbugs. Words twitter down the pixilated page. It's hard to tell.
Quilting quotes and words. In a shamble of a sentence. Also pieces of a poem. Clumped and bumbling like the tumbleweeds. It's a ragamuffin work. Unkempt and willy-nilly.
Pristine, undisturbed, aglow. Sparkling like fresh white snow. Innocent and shining bright. Mimicking the stars of night. Cold and hard, pointed. and unattainable. Taking the light. And shattering it.
Ok. Now that I hopefully have your attention, I would like to announce an idea for a contest i had.
What if time had a smell. It would smell of sand. The oil in clocks. And hourglass varnish. Of must and lichens. And cobwebs and cradles. And dust in corners. And metal pendulums.
If you go two the woods. In the dried out bay. There's a trail of gold dust. To show you the way. Follow the trail. 'Till you come to the oak. The gnarled and strong one. With no branches broke.
I like silver better older. With its fine blue dust. Taking shelter in the notches. A lovely sort of rust. It looks much more refined. With its overcoat of grey. Like the swirling cirrus clouds.
I used to Imagine that the stones. At the bottom of the river. Were made because. God took a little piece of the moon. Or the sun. Sanded it down. To its smooth smooth shape. Chiseled its divots.
The same shade of green As the pines standing tall Composes its stem So thin and frail Yet strong enough To carry the weight Of its world, the blossom.
#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
The heat makes the smells. Strong and dry. The dust, so dull. And the cacti. Smell of grass left in the sun. And smell of aging water. And thorns, and sour butter. The smell of scorching sand.
If anyone read those poems that I wrote that sounded a tad bit demented, I am sorry if I offended you and/or scared the %#*/ out of you..
#nightdwellers. It smells of grass. Of river ripples. Of bark and crisp. Brittle leaves. A branch I grasp. Feeling the notches. The crevices and divets. In its surface.
#Nightdwellers. I step outside to see the stars. And turn to watch the snowy moths. With feathery scales of pale pale white. I look towards the celestial plain. And see the moon, its vibrancy.
The air is chilled and crisp. The moon is a pale, vivid blue. The night is dead silent. But for the church bells in the distance. I pass house after house. All obsidian black.
Old paper must and dust. Sunlight on the cushioned chairs. Old oak wood held in place with nails that are. Giving off the smell of rust. And tiny light blue lichens. Barely scenting the air.
Someone told me that if I were a gemstone I would be Onyx. Onyx, if you were unaware, is a shiny black stone. Then I started to wonder where it got its name.
It's amazing. When you rarely feel, the emotions you do have are stronger. And the weirder things set you off. I downloaded this app called Daybreak Sad free and listened to this song.
I hope I can make it. I need to hold on. I just can't let go. Cant let go of Shawn. As I walk by. They point and laugh. A snide comment. An "accidental" foot in my path.
He said that he loves me I said I did too An unlikely pair, That much is true Him 4 foot 11 Me five foot five Him, innocent fool Me, half alive What do his brown eyes Say to my blue That makes me...
All emotions lead to pain Happiness is had in vain Empathy is wasted tears Nervousness is wasted fears I used to try to go by this For no one I had seen Was able to prove my ways Were awry or amiss I...
This is confusing This picking and choosing Deciding who to be And how to be Walking through hallways Watching the floor creep by Hearing some laughter A comment, a whisper As I walk hurriedly...
A few years ago, there were three witches, a blonde, a brunette, and a ginger. They had just gone on a crime spree and were about to be executed at a firing range.
Well I have writers block My f-ing clock was stuck My hair is very mussed My friend just broke my trust The dentist pulled my tooth There's a problem with the roof So yes, thank you morning...
(•_•) - ( : )- _ ( : )_____________ I do believe I have too much time on my Hands /)/) ( •_•) ( )o U U.
Lady: oh hi Amanda. Remember me. Me: smiles Lady: that's good. I really need to keep in touch with your mother.
What is said; like, what like if you like, like, like a, like bunny. What is meant: hell, I don't know.
•_• o_• o_o O_O =_= Crap. Rematch. •_•.
/)/) ( • •) ( )o U U. Hopping Jumping Running Sniffing Being fluffy!:).
Kid: wait is that Amanda or some other freak.
Radio playing a song no one knows Computer has locked me out Head is pounding Air is freezing Oh yay Mornings here.
Boring is grey Giggling is gay Laughing is bad Cryings just sad Anger is scary Love is a scam I really don't care I am who I am.
Start Composing.