Your names my heart calls aloud in the night,
Needing you makes my poor, cracked heart ache,
I long for you when I'm feeling the fright,
Please don't abandon me, for my sanity's sake,
You are all the pieces of my lonely heart,
Without a single one my heart is not whole,
This poet needs you to get through this part,
Please stay near and love me, for my soul,
I try to be good to you all.
Please catch me when I fall.
If Only I Had A Wish... by ShyMoonAngel, literature
Literature
If Only I Had A Wish...
A wish...
If I had a wish...
Even if it was only one wish...
I would wish away the sadness and pain of this world.
So I wouldn't have to see my friends suffer
And wake up everyday asking the same questions.
Why?
Why do I live?
What am I doing with my life?
Am I only to wake up tomorrow to repeat today?
What is the purpose of living when there is nothing?
I try to help...
without a wish...
but...
even so...
if only I had that wish....
then perhaps....
I could have saved them....
I continue on
to help them all,
Though there isn't much
that I can do.
I wish on the stars
Though they won't come true.
But I wish...
and I wish...
So
Slowly I feel my mind slip.
No matter what I can't get a grip.
My rays of sunshine all fade away.
Try as I might they won't stay.
Darkness closes in inch by inch.
No more defenses, I feel the pinch.
My lights have gone and left me here.
Now the encroaching black draws near.
The monsters of black will eat me whole.
From inside the darkest part of my soul.
I long for the light with all my heart.
At the rising of night there is no new start.
In helplessness I must sit and wait.
The inky night of madness is my fate.
My love for you soars like a kite.
Each day it reaches new height.
You're a diamond among burning coals.
You're a prince surrounded by lost souls.
I hope to spend forever at your side.
My true feelings for you I'll never hide.
The Memoirs of Death: Prolouge by LunaraTDQ, literature
Literature
The Memoirs of Death: Prolouge
I get ready for my day like any other man. I get up out of bed, I bathe, and I get dressed. When I go to look at myself in the mirror, I do not see what most people think I see. I don't see a skull bare of flesh staring out of a black hood. In fact, I see a handsome pale face with somewhat sharp features topped with a head of long, wavy black hair tipped with violet, and jade green eyes. I can easily fit into a crowd of them when I choose to make myself visible to them. Humans would think it odd that such a face belongs to one they know as Death.
The people of Earth fear me. They have always feared me, because I always lead them to what is u
“Mrs. Harris.”
The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite.
“Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly.
“Who was it, dear?”
“I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns
In all honesty, he didn't care about his own life.
He could die for a stranger for all he cared.
Throughout his entire life, he's never felt wanted. He was invisible, non-existing, dead. That's what he felt like, that's what he wanted to be.
But, that's before he had met her.
Now, it isn't like he doesn't want to die anymore, he just feels like he has a purpose in life now.
She was his purpose.
He'd die, just for her. For the sake of her life, he'd give up his own.
It wasn't until he had protected her from the blow from Crona that he'd realized that.
It wasn't until that incident that he had found he had fallen in love with her.
'No no no no
SoMA Week - PROTECTION - Scars by FallenAngelGM, literature
Literature
SoMA Week - PROTECTION - Scars
I’m Soul Eater. I’m 18 years old and I’m the coolest DeathScythe in the DMWA, thanks to my meister. My meister is Maka Albarn. She’s a bookworm, whiny, always crushing my skull with oversized books, and the list went on. And you know something? I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the universe.
Last night, something quite… unusual happened between me and her. We… well… man, I sound so uncool… we kissed.
We were watching this sappy corny love movie and you know how Maka feels about them: always telling her that love doesn’t happen like that and one always ends up hurt, bla bla b
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?