Romano whimpered. Then slapped himself in the face. No time for self-pity. Go find something to do! But... there was nothing. Romano went outside, looking into the distant setting sun. I wonder if Spain’s looking at the sun too? he thought. “Bastard.” he muttered, breaking into sobs, quite similarly to when Spain had left after saying those words with that cruel look in his eye. Why did he take me so seriously? He never had taken Romano so seriously ever before. Spain... Spain... The wind called as it whipped through the trees in the front of the yard. Romano spotted the spot where Romano had waited. For half a day, every d
You say some days are filled with joy
and some an empty shell
but when the night time whispers of dreams
you forget the days of hell.
The feeling you can’t feign.
When the shadows lengthen
and these thoughts come to mind
“imagine it and it can become true” if so, then
beware what memories you leave behind.
The joy you can’t regain.
Escape reality through the words in books
through the guidance and imagination
these are the reasons I read a novel,
this is my life’s foundation.
Why suffer alone in pain?
For those without nights dreams
life may seem empty and dull
but friends are the family you choose
so they
Stars glitter and gleam,
awaiting the sun,
dancing and shining,
eager for more fun.
Catching the dust.
Clouds do not stop them,
stars shine the night on,
not worrying a little,
about when they’ll be gone.
Friends you cannot trust.
As the dawn comes,
the stars disappear,
as though awaiting unseen,
but always so near.
It’s like catching dust.
The stars are madly worrying,
that the sun won’t go down,
and instead stay in the sky,
in that yellow, cloaking gown.
We try because we must.
Towers are falling,
turning to sand,
a battle of the heavens is beginning,
unreachable from land.
We’re kicked to the dust.
As the
Past the rivers rapids,
beyond a wide, white waterfall,
there must be a forest,
where the bewitching birds call,
Feel the restless soul,
Where the eagle uses its wings,
as the stag does its horns
and the rose may show its beauty,
beyond the curse of many thorns.
Darker than the darkest coal,
Though the river is strong,
though the waterfall steep,
this place can still be visited,
but only when you sleep.
Beware, the awakened soul,
Listen to the wind,
whistling through the trees
listen to the humming
of the black and yellow bees.
Enchanting as a newborn foal,
Look out at the river,
as a trouble begins to brew
captured as you are,
the t
The River winding between the trees,
and the feeling of no wrong,
the wind whistling through the shrub,
this is where I belong.
In the forest of dreams,
The hope of life and pounding veins,
flooding through my heart,
I want a place of peace and love,
and this is where I start.
Nothing is as it seems,
Why the rivers run,
and why the winds blow,
these are questions I have asked,
whose answers I won’t know.
There are no louder screams,
None have discovered,
all that lies beneath the sky,
but this is my special place,
where time can pass me by.
Than in the forest of dreams,
Yet I have discovered,
what lurks beneath the shell,
unim
The child left the bathroom,
and the flash of light went unseen,
a figure appeared in the mirror,
yet no one knew what had been.
Ghost of the other side,
A dress of pure white to match her skin,
a dagger resting upon her belt,
a heart of darkness forever more,
and cold eyes that would never melt.
Her hair seemed caught by the tide,
She would tear down the earth,
and create a fortress of her own,
none could follow her flight,
She could chill you beyond the bone.
Ghost of the other side,
The end beginning unstoppable,
the darkness forever more,
the love in the world gone in seconds,
torn and broken from the core.
She will make the laws
Lost in the cold,
the dark stinging like ice,
why do I deserve this,
why must I pay the price?
Why am I lost?
Stuck in the past, my mind wanders,
for there’s no future to be seen,
why am I lost rediscovering,
that which has already been?
What did it cost?
When did I fail at life,
what went wrong?
Why didn't everything I am,
continue to belong?
Why am I lost?
Why have they left me,
alone in the dark,
so that when time takes it’s toll,
I leave behind no mark?
Why is my heart like frost?
When was it decided,
that I would dwell in the past,
that I would be left,
feeling no first or last?
Why am I lost,
Has my soul died,
lea
Romano whimpered. Then slapped himself in the face. No time for self-pity. Go find something to do! But... there was nothing. Romano went outside, looking into the distant setting sun. I wonder if Spain’s looking at the sun too? he thought. “Bastard.” he muttered, breaking into sobs, quite similarly to when Spain had left after saying those words with that cruel look in his eye. Why did he take me so seriously? He never had taken Romano so seriously ever before. Spain... Spain... The wind called as it whipped through the trees in the front of the yard. Romano spotted the spot where Romano had waited. For half a day, every d
You say some days are filled with joy
and some an empty shell
but when the night time whispers of dreams
you forget the days of hell.
The feeling you can’t feign.
When the shadows lengthen
and these thoughts come to mind
“imagine it and it can become true” if so, then
beware what memories you leave behind.
The joy you can’t regain.
Escape reality through the words in books
through the guidance and imagination
these are the reasons I read a novel,
this is my life’s foundation.
Why suffer alone in pain?
For those without nights dreams
life may seem empty and dull
but friends are the family you choose
so they
Stars glitter and gleam,
awaiting the sun,
dancing and shining,
eager for more fun.
Catching the dust.
Clouds do not stop them,
stars shine the night on,
not worrying a little,
about when they’ll be gone.
Friends you cannot trust.
As the dawn comes,
the stars disappear,
as though awaiting unseen,
but always so near.
It’s like catching dust.
The stars are madly worrying,
that the sun won’t go down,
and instead stay in the sky,
in that yellow, cloaking gown.
We try because we must.
Towers are falling,
turning to sand,
a battle of the heavens is beginning,
unreachable from land.
We’re kicked to the dust.
As the
Past the rivers rapids,
beyond a wide, white waterfall,
there must be a forest,
where the bewitching birds call,
Feel the restless soul,
Where the eagle uses its wings,
as the stag does its horns
and the rose may show its beauty,
beyond the curse of many thorns.
Darker than the darkest coal,
Though the river is strong,
though the waterfall steep,
this place can still be visited,
but only when you sleep.
Beware, the awakened soul,
Listen to the wind,
whistling through the trees
listen to the humming
of the black and yellow bees.
Enchanting as a newborn foal,
Look out at the river,
as a trouble begins to brew
captured as you are,
the t
The River winding between the trees,
and the feeling of no wrong,
the wind whistling through the shrub,
this is where I belong.
In the forest of dreams,
The hope of life and pounding veins,
flooding through my heart,
I want a place of peace and love,
and this is where I start.
Nothing is as it seems,
Why the rivers run,
and why the winds blow,
these are questions I have asked,
whose answers I won’t know.
There are no louder screams,
None have discovered,
all that lies beneath the sky,
but this is my special place,
where time can pass me by.
Than in the forest of dreams,
Yet I have discovered,
what lurks beneath the shell,
unim
The child left the bathroom,
and the flash of light went unseen,
a figure appeared in the mirror,
yet no one knew what had been.
Ghost of the other side,
A dress of pure white to match her skin,
a dagger resting upon her belt,
a heart of darkness forever more,
and cold eyes that would never melt.
Her hair seemed caught by the tide,
She would tear down the earth,
and create a fortress of her own,
none could follow her flight,
She could chill you beyond the bone.
Ghost of the other side,
The end beginning unstoppable,
the darkness forever more,
the love in the world gone in seconds,
torn and broken from the core.
She will make the laws
Lost in the cold,
the dark stinging like ice,
why do I deserve this,
why must I pay the price?
Why am I lost?
Stuck in the past, my mind wanders,
for there’s no future to be seen,
why am I lost rediscovering,
that which has already been?
What did it cost?
When did I fail at life,
what went wrong?
Why didn't everything I am,
continue to belong?
Why am I lost?
Why have they left me,
alone in the dark,
so that when time takes it’s toll,
I leave behind no mark?
Why is my heart like frost?
When was it decided,
that I would dwell in the past,
that I would be left,
feeling no first or last?
Why am I lost,
Has my soul died,
lea
Seemingly Unnoticed-PruCan by MaplePucks, literature
Literature
Seemingly Unnoticed-PruCan
SongFic: "We All Fall Down" Aerosmith
An assortment of blue jeans, slacks, tee shirts, collared shirts and hoodies spilled out of the upturned laundry basket onto the floor of the closet. Matthew managed to smile briefly at his handiwork, before frowning and ripping the tie from around his neck. Throwing it angrily into the mix, he begun to take off the suit jacket so that it could join as well. Usually, Matthew preferred order and neatness but he didnt care today, thats why he had kick the basket over in the first place. What did it matter anyway? Its not like someone is going to notice, they never notice anything hav
There are some people who are getting too fake here on dA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are... Re-post this if you are a friend... Don't reply... Just copy and paste this in a new journal as "Fake Friends."
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You might send it to your enemies as well! It'll really make them stop and think!!!
If you receive this back 1 time, open up! Find more friends, enemies, or enemies pretending to be friends
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