Creeping up on you
Slowly devouring the air
Closing the gap
It will leave
It hasn't seen
It doesn't know your there.
You will lose
Surely there is something
Find the moment
Search the signs
Time will come
Look for the inevitable
It's your chance
Slow onyx oozing
Ravens circle under shadow
Jaundiced stringy limbs
Seeking vital outlets
In deadened veins
Loveless blackheart city
Cold sprawling refuge
Of prone unknowing souls.
I wander through this malicious chaos,
looking for a way out.
Searching for the true me.
The hallways are dark,
But light with the souls
of those who died here.
The haunting noise of the grandfather clock,
ringing in my ears.
Echoing through the halls.
I begin to panic.
I cant see you anymore.
But I know you are near me.
I feel your eyes on my back,
Your breath on my neck.
Your essence swallowing me.
Will I ever see the light of day again?
Or will I die here,
here in the darkness that you have created.
Visceral thoughts twist,
voices draw near.
Deaths raking up souls,
heart bleeds in fear.
Words of fire burn,
Sin shows its hand,
Deafened by shrieks,
the air falls silent.
My end has come,
bloodied and violent.
entangled with pain.
Bestow to the soil,
my shattered remains.
That Little White Lie
Seeing the pain on her face...
Exposing her to life...
Destroys like fire on lace...
Killing her innocence like a knife...
All it would take would be some knowledge...
Of a hidden secret...
So here on this cliff I stand..on edge...
For sure...telling her would be a life long regret...
Should I step out of the shadows...
Betray my acts of secrecy...
Or let her never dwidle with her woes...
Being a eternal prisoner to her fermility...
Guilt does truely envelope its victim...
Taking his soul on a whim...
Tearing her heart apart...
Showing her that love's nonexistance is the start...
Helplessly watching her fall down in the abyss...
Lies transfering with your every kiss...
Supporting that her ignorance is her bliss...
Hoping that with her eyes, truth is almost a miss...
Holding her hand...
Wrecklessly killing her trust...
Watching the slow tumble of the grains of sand...
For her, into this whirlpool of pain and seduction, you thrust...
Raping her of her security...
Tauntilizing her loyalty
Girl In Trouble
The girl sits in her room
Surrounded by her inner gloom
Dark and cold like a tomb
Wanting protection unseen since the womb
All she can do is inflict her wound
Sit there and hope it will go away
Hoping that somone will care someday
Her blood rushing, heart does pound
Her ears correspond with her senses
As she jerks from the pain in her veins
She can only ignore the pretenses
As her consciousness drains
How did she get this way
Broken and lost
Life kills her every day
Like a early morning frost
Why does her hate encumber all
How can she watch herself fall
Does she really think her meaning so small
Where is the man when she crawls
Unable to get help
Fire running through
Except from her little time covered welps
All society says is tough
Who are we to condemn
To be condenscending
Cast her away at a whim
Make her seem less than a human being
Who will come to her and rescue
How will all this end
With this power to you I embue
So will your helping hand, will you lend
Curse of A Time When
There was a time in my life
When all the parts fit together
Now they with all the strife
They just fall like rain in bad weather
There was a time when I could bravely look into the sun
Now everytime she's around I am in a state of shun
There was a time when I could talk to nature
Now I walk by feeling all the pressure
There was a time when I could bravely think
Now I am afraid to venture past any brink
There was a time when I could touch greatness
Now I sit here in the dark, completely witless
There was a time in my life where I could stand tall
Now all I can do is cower from it all
There was a time when I could accomplish great things
Now I feel the fear, as if it could bare fangs
There was a time when I could walk at night
Now I just sit in the little light
There was a time when I could see
Now I am restricted seeing into the depths of the sea
There was a time when I could wander
Now I feel the thunder
There was a time I could get in the water
Now I feel a slaughter
There was a time
Old Man Who Refuses To Love
He cries in reviews of his reprecutions
Plagued by his own personal prosecutions
Hanged by his guilt
Immorality stabs him to the hilt
Destroying all that he had built
Watching from afar, watching the wilt
His mind racing about
Mind twisting in personal distort
There he lies weeping
Tears burning as they slide down his face
Welts from the burns of his own taste
Facing his disgrace
Wears and tears leaving nothing but waste
Help so distant
Pandemonium running rampant
Hellfire burns behind his eyes
Soul fire melting away from the inside
Whipped by his lies
Tortured and cast aside
Banished from her light
Sentenced by himself
Scorned to live with his blight
Knowing of what he lost, his wealth
Ignoring her plight
As he runs away, taking flight
Far away to where light does not follow
Where he can feel himself hollow
In his suffering wollow
Forgetting his air to swallow
In the times of my youth,
My mind free to roam with misguided allusions
My feelings playing with the sensations
Of something great, something worth my while
I knew one day I'd regret those words from my mouth
All that came of it, was the the two terrible collisions
Of a girl's heart, with a man's sinister black ambitions
As she sits in the dark crying, he sits in the light, cracking a smile
He lured her into his lair
She was surely trapped
As if I had her by her hair
Taking all that was dear, her love's limits capped
The pangs of my remorse are nonexistant
For when the plan began I knew it's objective
Just a evil kids plans of being the miscreant
Whether his actions were unjust are subjective
She'll sit in the dark
One day enter back into the light
I'll venture from the light into shadow
To escape her rays of grace I forfeit
Just looking at her hand
To see if it'll reach back
To his tainted heart
For a reunion of light and dark
She'll of surely forgot the taste of the man's love's bark
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S Lewis
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
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Writing Tips, Finding A MuseI've read a lot of tutorials on how to write and about one or two on overcoming writers block but none have really helped me in the past. I'm not the best writer in the world, but I'm going to give you some tips on approaching writing and some cures for those bloody annoying writers blocks!
1. Beating Writers Block And Finding (New) Inspiration:
1a. Bouncing Idea's/Chat To A Friend
1d. Extreme Emotional States
1g. Prompts/Time Limits
1h. Real Life
1i. Take A Shower Or Bath
1j. What Ifs
2. Approaches To Writing:
2a. The "Wing It" Approach
2b. The "Thought out" Approach
3b. Character sheets
4. Other tips:
4d. Spell checker
1. Beating Writers Block And Finding (New) Inspiration:
It happens to everyone and they are a bitch to get rid of. I've come up with ten ways to try and get the creative juices flowing, they have all worked for me but they may not for you.
Dracula: 15 Controversial Facts
Stoker became interested in theatre while in school and reviewed plays as a theatre critic for a newspaper owned by Sheridan Le Fanu, who authored “Carmilla,” the best known vampire story before “Dracula.”
Carmilla Female Vampire by Sathanael
Le Fanu Carmilla
Stoker and Oscar Wilde were very good friends. In 1878, Bram Stoker married an ex-girlfriend of Oscar Wilde’s, souring their friendship. Stoker,
Writing Tips: How to write a Novel/Book Series: 1
Usually when I am about to begin writing a book, I make sure I have all the supplies I need and make sure I clear a spot (usually somewhere in my room) so I can set up my writing station, so here is a list of some of the basic materials you will need when writing a book.
A lot of note books! (You are going to want a lot of notebooks okay, so you can write down story ideas, plots, chapter names, new ideas, etc. )
Pencil/Pen (Of course your going to want something to write with when writing your notes)
Laptop (Optional) (Now usually when I am writing a book I will use my laptop a lot, if you want to become a writer, trust me your going to want to get a computer/ typewriter)
USB stick (If you have a computer and your planning on writing, your really going to want to back up your stories on a USB, I made that mistake onc
Writing Tips: How to write a Novel/Book Series: 4
Okay so what I figured out is that I have the biggest problem when writing dialogue, of course the word that everyone usually uses is 'said', below I have provided a list of other words to use other than said.
Writing Tips: How to write a Novel/Book Series: 3
When writing a book, your going to want to have a lay out, it's confusing to explain it so I will just give you an example.
- And so on until the ending....
Epilogue (It's optional to have an Epilogue, an Epilogue is kind of like a Prologue at the ending of the book, meaning you would have it at the end of the book and leave a really good cliffhanger for your readers.... or you don't have to have an Epilogue and you can just end with the last chapter of your book)
Another thing about your book layout is you need to figure out about the length of each chapter.... They're are two types of book layouts (Well from what I know and what I've used)
Here are the two lay out names:
You see short books are not necessarily just short
Writing Tips: How to write a Novel/Book Series: 2
Just before I am about to write a book, I really think about what it's going to be about, what genre it's going to be, what the characters names are going to be and what they look like, the background, what place will it take place in, some fantasy world or maybe the story just takes place somewhere in England.
The first thing your going to want to come up with is where the story takes place!
Here is a little sheet that helps me with descriptive background:
Name of place that story takes place in:
Where does the story take place/ Where does it mostly take place: (For this one, you really want to be descriptive if your making a made up place fantasy world or something)
Does most of the story take place during night/day:
This helps a lot!
The next thing you want to think about is the story line, that's the most important thing!
So usually when I am thinking of t