Yet no words seemed to be able to fit properly in my mouth. They fought for recognition and bulged against my gums and teeth, pressing on my tongue. I'm sure I looked quite silly trying to fight my own thoughts lingering just behind my perced lips. And still, after the war had raged on for quite some time, none appeared to be appropriate for the situation; so we sat in momentary silence, eyeing the ground and whatever else lent a hand out of awkwardness.
In my room, I have a strange looking glass container that is open at the top. Inside is water and these interesting little "Water Beads." They're like tiny orbs that squish and squeeze as you please...well, usually. Except this time was different, but expected. I was overly anxious {as usual} and trying to hide it {like an ordinary day} and I picked one out. There was nothing special about it. It resided among the others~ blue and greenish aqua as they were~ and if I placed it back with them, I would never be able to distinguish it. There it sat in my palm, small among my world outside of the water. And I bent it a little this way and a littl
have you ever started to wonder why you’re alive before suddenly realising you’ve been questioning every breath you’ve ever taken your entire life your entire forced life this life they’ve made you live this life you didn’t ask for these lungs you didn’t plead for this heart you never wanted and no one asked your opinion and no one will let you voice yours now because it’s bad you’re bad stop thinking this way it’s wrong people should want to live it’s a glorious gift we are given but this gift is an empty package and fake present that we are all presented and yet others are blinded
The Heartbeat of an Ember by AoiAkemi4, literature
Literature
The Heartbeat of an Ember
You know that tiny ember
That sits on your palm
And makes your heart race
Yet makes you feel calm
It giggles
It tickles
It listens
It waits
It's a heartbeat, a wish
It glows
And shows
And laughs in your ribs
It's a giggle,
A tremor
That bursts in your soul
Yet makes you feel whole
It's mellow
It's happy
It's kind
It's sweet
It's joy
And love
And peace
And all horrors cease
Happiness explodes,
Ember burning,
Glowing,
Flowing
Let it encase you,
Embrace you
Heart floating,
Warmth filling you
Open your arms
Let it in;
Let go
All vulnerabilities show
This ember,
Hope glowing,
Is you.
Look into my eyes,
tell me what you see.
Do you see me, the real me?
Because I'm asking you
my friend,
my enemy,
my dear stranger,
If you see the real me,
Could you please save me?
Save me from
me,
myself,
and I.
Save me from the monster that I am.
I'm beng torn apart from the inside out,
and my sad little heart is failing.
pitter, patter
My blood is falling;
falling because of me.
My heart is being shredded bit by bit,
rip rip
hurtful love
My pained tears are falling,
falling,
falling.
drip drop
The knife cuts through my flesh, tearing it away.
Hello,
my dear.
You are my breath of fresh air.
You make my heart beat like a drum
You make it pound. Without
you I'd be lost and wandering and searching yet blind
(no looking)
I don't want sight if I can't see you.
You bring me joy (: and laughter ^.^
You are sweet
and have the manners of a true gentleman.
You
Are
Amazing.
Sorry I Had to Kill Myself by AoiAkemi4, literature
Literature
Sorry I Had to Kill Myself
You did your best.
This isn't your fault.
It never was.
I did this because I love you.
It's true.
I love you so much.
I couldn't stand to see you suffer.
I made you suffer.
I'm so sorry.
Some may call me selfish.
You may call me selfish.
Maybe I'm selfish...
But I had your best interest at heart.
It's better this way.
You're safer this way.
No one cared about me the way you did.
I cared about no one the same way I did for you.
You were my one and only.
Please forgive me.
Life will go on.
Life will get better.
I love you so much. Forever and always.
Yet no words seemed to be able to fit properly in my mouth. They fought for recognition and bulged against my gums and teeth, pressing on my tongue. I'm sure I looked quite silly trying to fight my own thoughts lingering just behind my perced lips. And still, after the war had raged on for quite some time, none appeared to be appropriate for the situation; so we sat in momentary silence, eyeing the ground and whatever else lent a hand out of awkwardness.
In my room, I have a strange looking glass container that is open at the top. Inside is water and these interesting little "Water Beads." They're like tiny orbs that squish and squeeze as you please...well, usually. Except this time was different, but expected. I was overly anxious {as usual} and trying to hide it {like an ordinary day} and I picked one out. There was nothing special about it. It resided among the others~ blue and greenish aqua as they were~ and if I placed it back with them, I would never be able to distinguish it. There it sat in my palm, small among my world outside of the water. And I bent it a little this way and a littl
have you ever started to wonder why you’re alive before suddenly realising you’ve been questioning every breath you’ve ever taken your entire life your entire forced life this life they’ve made you live this life you didn’t ask for these lungs you didn’t plead for this heart you never wanted and no one asked your opinion and no one will let you voice yours now because it’s bad you’re bad stop thinking this way it’s wrong people should want to live it’s a glorious gift we are given but this gift is an empty package and fake present that we are all presented and yet others are blinded
The Heartbeat of an Ember by AoiAkemi4, literature
Literature
The Heartbeat of an Ember
You know that tiny ember
That sits on your palm
And makes your heart race
Yet makes you feel calm
It giggles
It tickles
It listens
It waits
It's a heartbeat, a wish
It glows
And shows
And laughs in your ribs
It's a giggle,
A tremor
That bursts in your soul
Yet makes you feel whole
It's mellow
It's happy
It's kind
It's sweet
It's joy
And love
And peace
And all horrors cease
Happiness explodes,
Ember burning,
Glowing,
Flowing
Let it encase you,
Embrace you
Heart floating,
Warmth filling you
Open your arms
Let it in;
Let go
All vulnerabilities show
This ember,
Hope glowing,
Is you.
Look into my eyes,
tell me what you see.
Do you see me, the real me?
Because I'm asking you
my friend,
my enemy,
my dear stranger,
If you see the real me,
Could you please save me?
Save me from
me,
myself,
and I.
Save me from the monster that I am.
I'm beng torn apart from the inside out,
and my sad little heart is failing.
pitter, patter
My blood is falling;
falling because of me.
My heart is being shredded bit by bit,
rip rip
hurtful love
My pained tears are falling,
falling,
falling.
drip drop
The knife cuts through my flesh, tearing it away.
Hello,
my dear.
You are my breath of fresh air.
You make my heart beat like a drum
You make it pound. Without
you I'd be lost and wandering and searching yet blind
(no looking)
I don't want sight if I can't see you.
You bring me joy (: and laughter ^.^
You are sweet
and have the manners of a true gentleman.
You
Are
Amazing.
Sorry I Had to Kill Myself by AoiAkemi4, literature
Literature
Sorry I Had to Kill Myself
You did your best.
This isn't your fault.
It never was.
I did this because I love you.
It's true.
I love you so much.
I couldn't stand to see you suffer.
I made you suffer.
I'm so sorry.
Some may call me selfish.
You may call me selfish.
Maybe I'm selfish...
But I had your best interest at heart.
It's better this way.
You're safer this way.
No one cared about me the way you did.
I cared about no one the same way I did for you.
You were my one and only.
Please forgive me.
Life will go on.
Life will get better.
I love you so much. Forever and always.
A new Priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.
After mass he asked the Monsignor how he had done.
The Monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on the
pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to
get nervous, I take a sip."
So next Sunday he took the Monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the
sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a
storm.
Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following
note on the door:
1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.
2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.
3) There are 12 disciples, not 10.
4) Jesus was
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