Here I am waiting again.
Not unusual.
No, not at all.
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Waiting.
For something to happen.
Something big.
Something that could change my life.
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Waiting.
For the red tape to clear,
An opportunity to be borne.
A goal achieved.
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Waiting.
For something,
Someone to be free.
Is it even possible to seize the day anymore?
Carpe Diem, my ass!
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Dying on the inside a little more each day.
Here I am waiting again.
Not unusual.
No, not at all.
Constant Silence,
No respite.
Surrounded by people,
Yet still alone.
My mind whirls
For no Reason,
Always returning
To Square One.
Eccentricities met
By blank stares.
Exclamations--
Ignored.
Who. What. Where.
When. How.
No answers
Because no one asks.
A low Drone
In the eerily quiet.
The ticking clock
Winds closer to madness.
Nothing.
Where has the Life gone?
What an inexplicable way to end the day, she thought, sitting on the torn up corner of the living room sofa as her precious pooch lay sleeping at her feet. Ah, to be a simple creature with no responsibilities save for barking at the occasional passing squirrel. Her entire body thrilled with the need to move due to all of the caffeine she had ingested that day, yet her mind felt as old as the Earth itself. Just another day. She cringed at the way her life had turned out. Another day of doing nothing important, nothing at all. The act of sitting idle caused her more stress than she would ever admit out loud. Who could she speak to, compl
My heart beats deeply within my chest.
It radiates the life that I have yet to live.
My body writhes.
It has been sitting idle far too long.
I want to do something reckless,
Something stupid for once in my life.
Would it make a difference?
Does anyone really care?
It is expected.
I am young.
With the label comes the right to err.
Mistakes.
Missteps.
It makes no difference.
No one honestly cares.
What is right?
What is wrong?
Is there such a thing as truth?
No.
I could run away from it all right now.
Knowledge.
Responsibility.
It is all subjective.
So, why does it make a difference to me?
Why do I care?
I dont kn
You know how easy it is to get a song stuck in your head?
Its you that I cant seem to get out of my mind.
Your melody reverberates through my thoughts, consuming my every waking moment.
I try to drown you out by listening to different genres of music,
But the tune that is so uniquely you stays with me always.
At first I am delighted to hear such a beautiful song,
And snippets of your lyrics echo through my very soul, but that is all they aresnippets.
They are only tid-bits of your true essence.
After the constant replaying of the same pieces over and over again
I grow frustrated that I dont know anymore of yo
The Fall of Lily Evans by lilyofthenile3, literature
Literature
The Fall of Lily Evans
The Fall of Lily Evans
A secret smile bowed Lily Evans lips as she rose from the breakfast table. The sun was streaking through the windows of the Great Hall, and laughter could be heard from the grounds. It was the perfect day to sit down with a book, and Lily intended to lose herself in the pages of a collection of short stories written by the muggle author, Ed
Here I am waiting again.
Not unusual.
No, not at all.
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Waiting.
For something to happen.
Something big.
Something that could change my life.
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Waiting.
For the red tape to clear,
An opportunity to be borne.
A goal achieved.
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Waiting.
For something,
Someone to be free.
Is it even possible to seize the day anymore?
Carpe Diem, my ass!
Sitting.
Twiddling my thumbs.
Dying on the inside a little more each day.
Here I am waiting again.
Not unusual.
No, not at all.
The waves lap onto the rocky shore,
Regaling the beachs lone occupant with
A chorus of miniature peals of laughter.
With the sun reflecting off the endless stretch of sea,
She feels a lightening in her heart.
It is what the ignorant would call silence,
But she knows it for what it is.
It is natures musicthe soft chirping of grasshoppers
Intermixed with the rolling timpani of the tide.
It is the calling of gulls far out at sea,
And the whispering of wind through the rustling leaves.
This and only this keeps her company
On the long stretch of beach that sprawls ahead of her.
With nature setting her tempo,
She p
The Fall of Lily Evans by lilyofthenile3, literature
Literature
The Fall of Lily Evans
The Fall of Lily Evans
A secret smile bowed Lily Evans lips as she rose from the breakfast table. The sun was streaking through the windows of the Great Hall, and laughter could be heard from the grounds. It was the perfect day to sit down with a book, and Lily intended to lose herself in the pages of a collection of short stories written by the muggle author, Ed
2011 was full of emotional events the world around, and our community responded at unprecedented levels. From natural disasters to historical celebrations, entertainment milestones to tearful goodbyes, our community spoke out like no other community can — artistically, creatively, and emotionally. In many ways, last year marked the final chapter of a few eras, opening the door to new beginnings for 2012. Let's take a look...
Thirteen Makes a Coven
An original fantasy story
Iguin woke up in a different bed than the one he'd fallen asleep in. This was jarring to say the least. The bed, as it happens, was more comfortable than the thin mattress he usually spent his nights on, but regardless, the experience was unpleasant, and Iguin, when he could finally wrap his head around the fact that he was NOT at home, reacted strongly by shivering and turning pale.
The pair of eyes that watched him from the ceiling tracked his white-as-snow face, the green eyes flickering around the dark, dusty, and warped room, trying to pull meaning from its brown and creaky boards. H
Imagine you were sitting on the toilet
When the bomb went off.
No idea what was going on
Until you walked out of the rubble
Without a mark.
5 or 6 deaths.
You were alive,
So alive you must've been a ghost.
They shuffled you into the car
And hurried you downtown
Police sirens singing.
Imagine you lived
Because at the right time
You were on the toilet.
I see you.
I see you through them.
Take them off? I can. Any time I want.
I just don't want to.
Now? Why?
I don't want to now!
Of course I know who you are.
You're
No, I wasn't about to say that!
And what if I did?
I can still see you fine.
The goggles don't distort what I see.
I promise.
I SWEAR.
And I'll never call you that again.
Because I don't wanna take them off.
No, I DON'T wanna take them off.
Please no don't touch them!
I can take them off whenever I want!
SO PLEASE DON'T TAKE THEM FROM ME!
Bear with me as I change you
Rearrange you
For my fantasies.
Shut up, don't complain
While I dress you
And address you
By new names.
Answer me when I speak to you,
Act like a freak to you,
To get your attention.
Wait, where are you going?
Don't leave me!
Just believe me
And believe in the fantasies.
I'm alone now.
And things are the same as before,
As "lame" as before,
Or are they worse?
woah, late reply. Thanks for adding my feels to your favourites. You...read homestuck? if you do we need to just sit and fanflail okay. Because the update on july 9th was sooo lkfsjlkfj if you read it. If you dont read homestuck, you should start (only if you want to though, but you shooooouuullllD) i shall text you soon. deviantART muro drawing