I waited for the sun to rise red
In his eyes.
And I waited for a death cold gaze.
His warmth never died in words;
Not in all these years.
Am i wrong to pray for his prolonged stay?
M. Anjum
Force open that tiny perspective & show me a wider view of reality. Expose the bigger picture, everything isn't always as it seems. Closed mouths with tight lips & blind eyes with deaf ears, often lacking compassion & comprehension needed to explore broader narrative of humanity.
I needed to stand on my own two feet and be strong, but it was always nice to have someone to lean on, just for a little while
Social media
'I find you toxic' she screamed
But she was quickly silenced
By a loud alert
That she simply did not care about any longer.
'Who me' it haunted
'I'm everywhere, you can't escape me'
And she knew it was right.
She looked around
All of her friends still stuck in the cycle
Scroll, like, repeat
But the thought of it sickened her
She'd spend years of her life
Stuck in a sea of bright colours and notifications,
In fact she was so blinded by it
She'd forgotten how to live.
'I'm done letting you control me'
She said holding down firmly on the place
She'd lost years of her life to
And before her eyes it began to shake with fear,
Her fingers swiftly moved across the x,
Silence fell abruptly afterwards.
Do not give love for him if he still loves the cage of his past
Sleep, oh weary mind, for the night has come. Let the darkness consume the rampant thoughts. Till morning comes, I shall sit and wait. For the glory of your rise shall tremble the earth.
I remember that till the 12th grade, I was too ashamed to smile for the camera when it was too close to my face because my face looks too big when my hair is pulled away from it. I wanted cheeks that were less full, no bags under my eyes, no gross mustache, more hair on my balding head, good teeth and a nose that was not bent. I wanted to be thin. I realized much later that I did not want any of those things, I just knew that other people liked to see those things and I really wanted to be liked by those other people. That was the first level. Similarly in the second level, just like a few years back I would have preferred a less mainstream caption, something passive agressive, something less like everybody else, something funny, something catchy, eager to have my intelligence noticed and appreciated. It takes time to understand that how people talk and what people say in society when they do is subject to that same social pressure which creates these unhealthy beauty ideals. They want people to always notice how much more intuitive, how much more succesfull, how much more intelligent they are than other people. It is like a manic desire in an entire crowd to stand out of the crowd. I was not born to impress people with my beauty OR my intelligence OR my smartness. In fact i was not born to impress people at all. My intelligence just has to be enough to help me survive while beauty does not exist. Therefore I have come to the conclusion that the purpose of my existence is moderated hedonism and this moderation only limits my hedonism so as not to cause harm to others willfully while pleasing myself. This moderation too is a part of pleasing myself because harming others may lead to others wishing to harm me back or unpleasant dealings with the law. Therefore the whole idea of everything being done to please myself remains constant.
"I love you" lost its stand
Today, it's nothing but words
that's said to please, to gain affection
I prefer to hold your hand
Till tomorrow, and more days afterwards
not just for a moment of pleasure,
but for every season
— Luna Raven, "Love is beyond my words and my actions, time tells our tale and we've got endless chapters."
I may not know where we stand
in bricks and stones or castle made of sand
But there is one thing I learnt to understand
I'll go wherever, no matter how far
just as long as with every step,
I'll take it holding your hand
"I'm thinking of you right now, does it natter wherever you are?" — Stay, BTS
You tried the best you could,
you gave it your all.
Don't apologize, you are really trying.
-J.Wool, Soul Whispers
All writing belongs to me.
What if all i want from you is a newly weaved sentence and not a cliche?
Today's story was brought to you by Brandon, who is Level 35 and got to pick ALL FOUR of the series for this week's Poll!
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Laure liked Bai. Victor assured her that the Chinese vampire was as trustworthy as the stone beneath her feet. It was a nice change, considering the threat that menaced them. Over the last few days, more and more vampires had flooded the hotel of Ajax Coven. Friends and allies, Teucer told her, and all personally approved by himself, Draco, or Bai. Victor, of course, didn’t have a Coven to call in, but he spent hours every day sending letters out, and answering those that arrived in reply.
The preparations for war, and it was a war coming, according to Teucer, shook Laure down to the bone.
So naturally, her response was to hide in the kitchen and stress-cook enough to feed an army, because cooking, at least, was safe and reliable.
She didn’t expect Bai to join her, sleeves rolled up as he showed her how to blend spices, and told her the secrets of his long-lived culture.
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MASTERLIST
I run my hands through her hair and expected her to fade I press my lips to her temple and breath her in She smelled like home
The sun started to peak through the curtains Still, she slept in my arms, peaceful I smiled, how could she be so lovely in sleep?
I pulled her close and let my eyes close The sun warmed the room My Sun shifted in my arms
With a Smile
Sometimes I wonder
just how much pain
can one human endure
while still fighting to keep
a smile on their face
-J.Wool
All writing belongs to me.
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort
Of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together,
Knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away..
