I moved.I remember the day he died so clearly in my head.I moved. by maditokka
I was on the phone to my friend and i could hear my mother shouting,
"This isn't right."
"This can't be right."
"Tell me it's not true."
Then the screaming came,
and i felt my stomach drop, something was wrong.
But when i stepped outside,
Everything was fine.
The sun was still shining,
wind still blowing.
Then those words,
Thats all i heard over the screaming and the crying and suddenly it wasn't so perfect,
I couldn't hear,
I couldn't breathe,
i could barely see.
Yet i moved.
I moved to comfort my mother whose screams i could no longer hear,
because she didn't need me.
She needed him.
We all did.
We all do.
And although my legs still shake and my eyes are stained with black rings.
I still move,
And i still see.
Ever since that day,
despite what they said and what they told me,
I never stopped moving
Guardian AngelGuardian AngelGuardian Angel by Kenzie710
Can guardian angels take a break?
Or do they always have to be on guard?
Can angels fly on their wings?
Or can they walk with no wings at all?
Are they invisible?
Or can you see them in daily life?
Can you name your angel?
Or do they already have names?
Do you have one angel?
Can angels switch people?
Or stay to just one person?
Titan!Eren x Reader ~ Part 3 ~ Erwin's NeiceTitan!Eren x Reader ~ Part 3 ~ Erwin's Neice by DimantesReign
Glancing over Eren's shoulder, you could see your hope for salvation. It was funny. You never thought you'd be thanking a titan for saving your life, but there it was, a titan just as big as Eren, quickly tottering toward him. Eren was too focused on crushing your lungs to even noticed. You hoped, prayed that it would move faster. You eyes widened at it, willing it to attack.
As if reading your mind, the titan leapt into Eren, latching it's sharp teeth into the back of his shoulder. With a deep yelp of surprise, Eren went down.
He landed with a thud onto his chest. His arm crashed to the ground, still holding you tightly. You whined loudly when his fingers pressed into your broken ribs.
The titan on his back pulled and ripped at his shoulders, and his grip on you loosened as he tried to shake it off. Immediately fresh air rushed into your lungs.
You winced, gritting your teeth. It was extremely painful for you
Monster?A creature of the nightMonster? by BrokenAisling
a creepy crawly that haunts you in your sleep
but what makes you one of these 'monsters'?
The grim reaper
only does what he must
and the devil
well he only does his job as well.
everyone has a monster hiding inside
just waiting to snap
so what makes these creepy crawly's
from you and me?
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
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Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song by Krikak
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
How To Find The Way BackHow to find the way backHow To Find The Way Back by Shellylynn45
From a life you don’t know how
You got there going blindly
Running from everything so far
Chasing fighting after madness
Trying to prove it as a dream
Fighting all who stand before you
Saying you don’t feel a thing
But there’s pain an aching lonely
That threatens all it will consume
Telling that this will only
Spell out for certain doom
Home fires burn no longer brightly
Can’t see them well enough to turn back
Bringing it all down with you
In a raging heart attack
Lost so far in the darkness
And you see so little light
Wishing for home so very badly
To leave behind this endless night
The endless sorrow of always searching
For something hidden you don’t know
And to get back is still a mystery as to which direction to go
So they point out where to go
Tell you get back where it is they are
But you’ve changed and you are different
Still feeling way to far
Off from where you should be
Still chasing after dreams
Won’t give up
100 Theme Challenge 1:100This was the world in which people lived. Reality was a whole story of its own and yet some people out there in the world try and wrestle the absolute truths of the planet into words. They subdue the words and beat them into submission before writing them down on the blank pieces of paper before them. These are the artists of the story, masters of written words, tasked with the ability to bring the smallest of ideas and write them for the rest of humanity.100 Theme Challenge 1:100 by Rebel-Night
But why do they do this? To many it seems a waste of time and talent and it is the invasion of one's own privacy to publish these works. The many of people it does not make sense but to those of us who write it can make a lot of sense. There are a great many reasons why one person would write and then publish it.
To some it is the fame that may ensue from a book to others it is the peace of mind when the worlds have flooded out in a torrent from their mind and emptied it for another to take its place. And still then some write just t
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