The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
sweet nothings.how can i ignite my soul
if my insides are too cold
to hold up on their own?
i'm hooked up to machines
and they whisper to me
sweet little nothings.
they tell me, 'love today
like you'll love tomorrow
if tomorrow you die.'
i don't like it when they
whisper, but it's better
than when they blare.
then the doctors come
and that's usually when
i close my eyes tight.
once someone told me
that i should be happy
to be alive and to smile.
i told them that i haven't
left this bed in 5 months
and i can't smile anymore.
but they didn't know i
lied because i smile when
he comes to visit.
he whispers his own
sweet nothings and i
don't feel so frail.
he tells me that one
day we'll run through
forests made of sunshine.
we'll climb the highest
mountains and only come
down when they beg.
we'll go swimming
and play with the
waves and dolphins.
every time he leaves
i never have the heart
to tell him my countdown.
starting yesterday i
have 2 days left
and all i can think
about is doing all
All Falling in the EndYou start with yourself.
Before anything grand can happen, you have to make a decision. A vow of dedication to your cause. Your ideals. Your path to reforming the world. The one that won’t forget you to the last seconds of your life and far beyond in neither heaven nor hell. Now that you have picked your door in the corridor of choices, you walk in, and the door locks itself behind you. The exhilarating click of devout commitment.
You start with a person.
It’s surprisingly hard to wield a knife properly, but your palms aren’t sweating. Cool and clenched and excited. Confident, too, that you can achieve what you set out to gain. You finish, and the curtains are raised on the show you’re about to steal. The things you do are nothing short of theatrical and grand, just like a musical with marionettes as actors. You are the planet’s new puppeteer.
You work with the world.
They’re afraid. They’re amazed. They’re in love. Their cries of pain an
Headlong- Chapter 5***
"Why the " Freddie led Brian in the kitchen, walking faster than ever. "Fred, let my hand!"
"I was talking to her, couldn't you do what you want without me?" Brian felt his face was getting hotter and hotter, as though burning in inside. A strange feeling was slightly getting over him. He could perfectly imagine holding Freddie's neck with his long fingers squeezing it as strong as possible.
"First stop blinking!" Freddie murmured. Brian goggled. "And calm down!" he took a deep breath. "You've blushed " Freddie narrowed his eye and peered at him. "Are you okay?" Brian felt Fred's hand on his forehead. It felt really cold."Oh, dear! But you're so hot! Do you feel alright?"
"Yes " he was actually barely standing on his feet.
"Sit here " Freddie offered Brian a chair.
He sat, with the feeling everything around him was blurred.
"I'll tell Susan to go now..." Freddie said.
It took Brian several seconds to realize what he heard. "No way!" he s
Chibi chap. 4Draco lay curled up on his side on a starch white hospital bed, unmoving. His eyes were unfocused and shimmering with unshed tears. He didn't flinch or even look up when the door swung open silently and Harry walked in, followed by a healer.
The slightly younger man hurried over to his nearly catatonic husband and sat on the edge of the bed. Gray eyes flicked up to his face for a moment before going back to stare at a spot on the blindingly white wall.
The other two stayed quiet, waiting to see if Draco would speak. When he finally did, it wasn't what either of them was expecting.
"Where are James and Scorpius?" He whispered, still staring straight ahead.
Taking his hand, Harry softly explained, "I went home while you were in surgery and took them to Ron and Hermione's." He thought for a moment then added, "I know it's only five in the morning but I can go get them if you want."
"No, they've already been woken up once. Let them sleep." Draco replied. He then spotted the unfamiliar pers