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LifeOne moment, you're there. The next, you're not. Simple as that. And yet, it's so complex, so mystifying. It easily perplexes many. How can it be so close, so intimate to us, and yet remain a mystery like that? Such a small event being so big? Having such a huge effect? These unanswered questions express the mystery and uncertainty of those who feel its effects. They were so healthy, so happy...
But now you'll never see their face again. Hear their voice. Feel their touch.
The tears stream down the faces of the close ones. They hold onto one another, thinking that, if they hold on tight enough, that person passed might feel as well, and come back to them. They don't want to recognize the fact that it's all over. All of it. They cling to a wish. That wish is slowly pushed away as time progresses and sanity returns. They run out of tears. The future is dark to them, filled with some more of these tragic cases. They turn to the past, where everyone is still "there." They let themselves get
WaterStill as death, silent as the dark,
Empty as the cold, it sits there.
There is has been for centuries,
seeing all, nothing seeing it.
It longs for one thing: company;
the one thing it will never get.
Nothing dares draw near its surface
in fear their eyes will be opened.
Not the swan, not the stars nor man.
Even the majestic mountains
Go to lengths to avoid its face.
In loneliness it waits longer
for the single brave creature
who will look into it, realize
the hidden truth, touch it with a
finger's tip, and cause uncalming,
calling, wondrous ripples.
But, until then, it waits.
Dear WorldHave you forgotten me?
It sure feels like you have.
Is who I am not enough?
My confidence, my knowledge in all that I am too little?
Worth just a glance, once, less than fifteen minutes, just to be passed over, lost once again to the shadows?
Is speaking to me too hard to do? An effort?
Do I annoy you? Is that it?
Why can I not find and hold onto you?
We meet, we connect, and then.
Even if just mentally, it seems.
Magic turned to dust.
What have I done?
What have I not?
Am I really this forgettable?
I'd like to believe otherwise.
Everlasting Snow: What the Heart Remembers
Twilight has descended upon the city. Where the light of a shop switches off, the warm one of a home switches on, altogether becoming beacons to the weary workers, ushering them home to a warm supper, good company, and shelter from the increasingly chilly air. Slowly but surely, with the last lights of day, the night owls begin to emerge, seeking out the bright neon signs of clubs. Seeking to have a marvelous time, filled to the brim with friends and fun.
And then, laughter. But not a collective laughter. Not a laughter belonging to any earth-bound human, for that matter.
It echoes throughout the wintery air, bouncing off of the oriental buildings with the wind at its back, filling all corners of the young night with mischievous mirth.
It brings with it thick, fluffy clouds that quickly blot out the stars and rising moon, anxious to unload their burdens upon the unsuspecting cityfolk.
Then, as people are just a few paces from their homes and the lines at club entrances begin to form, t
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 64
Despite the battle that you know must be going on for Jamie—for the children of the world, for hope, joy, and light—you somehow manage to fall into a restless sleep.
Maybe it had something to do with that moonbeam that wiggled its way through the canopy of dark clouds and flooded directly into your bedroom.
The moment sleep takes you, you’re transported into the realm of dreams.
You’re standing in an entirely white space. So pure, so devoid of anything corrupt. It goes on endlessly, stretching onward for all eternity.
Not knowing what else to do, you walk forward, your footsteps echoing even though you’re barefoot.
Just when you begin to think that you’re absolutely alone, you feel a presence behind you.
You cautiously turn around, bracing yourself for anything.
Well, just about anything.
Because what you’re now facing completely throws you off.
Or rather, who.
He stands no taller than four feet high. He’s dressed like a gentleman,
Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 7
Time stands still.
Here is a character that is me. In every way and form, me. We are so much the same. Me. That is, if I had spiky hair that was white as freshly-fallen snow, command over winter phenomena, and mesmerizing blue eyes. Oh, and one other thing that I am not. I’d have to be a boy. But that is where the differences end between me and him.
My Jack Frost.
He went unseen, unheard for three hundred years. I haven’t had quite that lengthy existence, but it has felt like an eternity. Nobody believing in him. In me. To try to reach out and be heard only to be walked right through like nothing but air. And yet, to continue to assist others and bring them goodness—bring them happiness and fun—despite the fact that it would not change my invisibility even though I secretly hoped it would, despite the implications it had for me. That’s us. Alone in the world.
Four. Hand-in-hand with the previous, I suppose.
Calling out to one unearthly for an answer.
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 47
It completely melts your heart.
The thing that brought the two of you together. That one song, that single, insignificant line that you had sung so long ago that had led you to seeing him. The first domino that had fallen in a long line of wonderful events.
You’re smiling at the fact that he’s finally doing this trademark action to you, but it’s tearing you apart at the same time.
To know that this is the first and last time, that he won’t ever nip at your nose again.
At least, not on purpose. Or not knowing who you are, if he does decide to mess specifically with you.
You don’t want him to see you cry, but you can’t help it. This is just too much. You feel your bottom lip begin to quiver, tears blurring your vision.
He stops, the wide, mischievous smile that you’ve grown to love spreading across his face. It only stays for a few brief moments though, vanishing the moment he sees the tears welling up in your eyes.
In a flurry of wind, he flips
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 63
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
He laughs lightly and plops down from his place on the windowsill.
“That’s right, ‘Jack,’” he says as he walks up to you, stopping less than a foot away from you. His eyes never leave you.
You look at him searchingly, still not entirely convinced that he’s standing before you, seeming to have somehow remembered you…
“Jack…” you finally manage to say in a small, quiet voice.
His mischievous smirk turns into a soft smile. He nods gently.
The next thing you know, his arms are wrapped around you in a tight embrace, his head bowed and past your own as he envelops you in himself.
“You idiot,” he sighs. His voice is trembling slightly as he fights back emotion. “Letting them do that to me. To us. Never again.&
Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 3
November, senior year of high school. Chapter title: “Decision.”
I think it was poetry. “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” I believe. But I’m not too sure.
You see, I was too busy daydreaming to really pay attention.
Or, should I say, “lost in thought”?
Anyway, my brain was so preoccupied with other thoughts that there just simply wasn’t room for even the discussion going on in one of the two classes I didn’t absolutely despise—English. The other was Calculus.
Oh, my brain.
Engineering? For NASA, so I could send rovers and shuttles into space and be the first to see new pictures of the Great Beyond that I had grown to love and gaze up at so much? That sounded wonderful. But, as much as I sincerely loved math, it didn’t like me back. That, and I had recently learned that you don’t actually get to see pictures. Just locked up in a room cranking out numbers as you get back codes and images tha
Jack's Winter LullabyWhen you wander through the forest
So perfect and white,
I want you to know it was me
Who was working all night
So I could bring you the snow
That makes you smile
And so you would know
I stopped and stayed a while
And I want you to know
That when I’m flying around
And bringing snow days to other small towns
I never stop thinking of your beautiful eyes
And how you never pay attention to the world’s vicious lies.
Because you are my snowflake,
My diamond in the snow.
And I think about you
Wherever I go.
And even though I can see you
But you still can’t see me
I will be hopeful
That someday you’ll believe.
Because when you do
I will hold on to you tight
And I will hold on to you
For the rest of my life.
So I will wait patiently.
Because you see
You are worth waiting for
And my princess you’ll be.
So when you are frightened
At night in your bed
Please think of these words
And rest your tired head.
Because the day is coming soon
When invisible I will no longer b
UglyIn a world filled with such a distorted and warped idea about the human body,
We forgot who we really are.
The ads on the television and the posters on the clutter filled streets
Are put up by vermin whose main goal is to make you think that you need products to become beautiful.
And maybe they have convinced you that you need to skip an essential meal to become Barbie.
Or that you require makeup to become presentable.
And in a world where role models are the weight of a five year old,
And people are so judgmental about what they see on the outside,
Our own ideas about true beauty become distorted
And a poisonous seed is planted in our brains.
So I am here to remind you,
Because I know you have forgotten,
You are not ugly my dear.
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skies
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
You'd think twiceYou'd think twice,
I know you would.
If you knew the truth
of what I've done.
I've hurt myself,
and I can't promise
I won't do it again.
I'm broken down,
and not very pretty
in the first place
so if you knew everything else
you would think twice
I know almost certainly.
For why have someone that is
broken and insecure
when you can have
someone with less problems?
why go after me,
when there's someone better?
who has no scars,
who has not hurt their family.
someone that is not damaged.
yes I'm pretty sure
you would think twice
about liking me
if you knew the whole truth.
because why have me
when there's someone
that isn't broken
England X Reader: Teach Me How to Love CH 10
When you walked into your math class a few mornings later, you saw that there were a crowd of kids standing in the front of the room, murmuring quiet things to each other and some of them carrying slightly confused looks on their faces. Since you had constantly spent so much of this class focused directly on your homework, most of the faces that your eyes came across were unfamiliar to you. Well, all except one.
As soon as you saw Arthur standing near the front and a bit off to the side of the rest of the kids in your math class, your gaze instantly brightened and a tiny smile came to your face. You walked over and paused when you were only a few feet away from him.
“Hey,” you said a bit softly, and at the sound of your voice, Arthur looked up and shifted his gaze to the side to look at you. “What's going on?”
He continued to stare at you for a second longer before he moved his gaze back in front of him. “Our teacher is giving us different seats for the ne
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GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
I'm doing this all for youPlease forget that I am here, but don't forget that I once existed.
This world I wanted to abandon has now embraced me, in the most loving of ways.
Forgetting my old emotions, I embarked on this new journey in life.
But instead of being welcomed.
I was destroyed on the spot.
Fighter planes gunning me down.
Once again I found myself at a roadblock.
Pretending that the exit behind me didn't exist.
Nor did the signs leading me in the right way.
Instead I ran straight into the bullets.
Pretending that I could take them.
That I was made of steel.
I ignored the cries telling me to turn back.
Unable to close my eyes from this fearful sight.
The sight of my own demise.
MemoryWe sit down beneath
our favorite tree
who only shares its shade
with you and me.
Crack open that picnic
basket, let's start to eat,
enjoying it with
critters at our feet.
Do you remember how
you and I
fell for each other? Oh, how
our love reaches the sky.
Your smile simply melts
all of my worries away.
Don't you see how our love
continues to grow each day...?
"Who are you?"
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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