A vast expansion of land covered in tall, new grass. Trees line the edges of the meadow with a large slope between a few of the pines. Flowers dot the grass and the great slope, all colors and colors in between. Spring is coming, and with it, life. Young deer come cautiously through the trees, moles and rabbits poke their heads above the tall sprouts. The blue sky is scarred only by the few clouds smeared across its majesty. The silent wind blows, knocking the grass off balance every few moments. The deer lift their heads, admiring the breeze after the long, cold winter. A calm peace covers the field until a large buck's head snaps around in
I look up at the night sky, wondering what's next
As the moon is little more than a sliver for now, I look towards the stars
Their beauty shines brightly here in the suburbs
It calms me for some reason just to see them there,
which reminds me of her......
My heart burns for her just as brightly as any of those stars
And I'd do anything just to prove that - anything....
I see a star and choose it as my own, to represent my heart
and I usually like a falling star, but this case is different
I hope beyond all possible hope that this star - my heart
will never fall....
"I know it won't, no matter what happens to this star" I say to mys
Candle Light Part 1 Club V. by lovemercyfree, literature
Literature
Candle Light Part 1 Club V.
I didn't know how I got there... Well maybe I did. At least I knew what I had become and I didn't like it.
It started the Winter of Sophmore year. I cried myself to sleep almost every night, my loss of appetite, my feelings of apathy.
It wasn't shocking since December 24, 2008 was the 4 year anniversary of when my parents and younger sister died in a car accident after a drunk driver collided head on with our silver minivan as we were driving to my Aunt's house for Christmas. I was the only survivor.
I usually got sick or more emotional around Christmas time. Even the slightest jingle of a popular Christmas song could (and still does) p
Dark black hair.
Dark brown eyes.
Scarred wrists.
Tight jeans and
Low cut shirts.
Outgoing.
This is me.
This is who I am.
Take me for who I am,
Or don't take me at all.
Love me for who I am,
Or don't love me at all.
I don't need your pity.
The Escapades Of Stalker Girl by deakinx13, literature
Literature
The Escapades Of Stalker Girl
The Escapades of Stalker Girl
Chapter One / We shall draw him out with Froot Loops!
Two school girls walk down a residential street. Dead leaves whip around their feet as they discuss their experience of Grade Nine thus far. A chill November wind tangles their hair as they chat.
Violet:
Just because you failed that test does not mean that Ms. Newton is a demon spawn.
Morgan:
It does too. If you were in that class, you'd understand. She fails me on purpose, for her own sick self amusement.
Violet (rolls eyes):
And you say I exaggerate.
Morgan:
That's because you do. Frequently. 'Guess you're just rubbing off on me.
I hate language.
so much gets lost in between the verbs and the nouns
that the words that, miraculously, make it out of my mouth
are always miles away from what I meant to say.
and sentences formed on a notebook or typed onto my blinding screen
are disappointments
because my thoughts are always
infinitely more
poetic.
so it's the best thing
in the entire universe
when I can get my damn point across
without civilization's most overrated achievement.
When he knows just what I mean
just by looking into
my eyes.
Why should words be useful,
when they aren't enough?
No word describes,
what my heart wants to tell,
no line explains,
how much I need you
even a book isn't enough,
to tell you,
what you mean to me
Words,
simple or complicated,
seem to be unnecessary,
when I look into your eyes
Sentences,
full of words,
full of sense,
but not even a circumlocution,
about what I want to say
So I tried and tried and tried and tried,
without success,
failed too many times,
to try it again,
but a few words can pont at the direction, too
it's simple,
I love you
Hinata Hyuga, aged 20, was out at a training field with her fellow Konoha kunoichi girlfriends. The four of them were taking a break from training, so they began doing what they did second best chatting.
Lee took me on a moonlit date last night. First we went for a walk, then a swim, and then a picnic. Sakura sighed, rolling onto her stomach.
Hinata, hows it going with Naruto? Ino asked curiously.
Hinata flinched. I Im not sure.
What do you mean? Tenten asked, twirling a kunai on her finger.
Last week, everything was great. Wed been out all evening at the f