Believe in a Thing Called Love by Shootingstar37654, literature
Literature
Believe in a Thing Called Love
Finding someone who you truly love is finding the hidden parts of your own entity while they help you extract it from
the depths of your own self-doubt.
The thought of wonders of another soul that matched your beating hearts’ pulses seemed so far-fetched that you reminded yourself every chance you got that love was for other people, and that you would never find it.
That you were beyond the care of a single person in this world.
Because you believed that the real grandiose being that is yourself was too dull and too different for love to ever find it’s way into your narrow path of self-loathing.
People would tell you all the ti
The Warrior Who Won't Come Home by Shootingstar37654, literature
Literature
The Warrior Who Won't Come Home
There once was a warrior, so sweet, so kind
She knew what she wanted, and she got it on her own.
A man she had found, so faithful and true
But she had another calling
To leave her lover behind.
So valiant, so brave, she left her whole world behind her, saying,
"I shall be back in a year, no more! I promise!"
She went to the land of the poor, the sick, the helpless
She saved lives by the thousands.
There were so many thanking her, their souls all in debt
But she was so humble to not take the fame.
A year passed, having done so much,
but she couldn't break free.
She said to her fiance, still waiting for her at home,
"Boy, how I love you and mi
As the snow drifted down unto the warm and toasty house, the gleeful family inside chatting and laughed away to the stories told of Christmases before. The tree was decorated with tinsel and lights, stockings were hung above the fireplace, and presents were passed around with smiles galore.
But there was a sound, a very small sound that not a one did muster. Nobody, in fact, but a mouse in a hat, who came out of its hole to see all the luster.
Poor Mommy yelled loud, and climbed on a chair because of such a fright. Daddy went after the scared little mouse, but little Timmy was saddened because of this sight.
He said, &ldquo
I pulled at my cord. It was my life support, only it was inserted in the back of my neck. It was attached to a police car’s engine, and done without my permission. I really hope my body hasn't grown attached to it yet, I say, knowing full well I was doomed. The pain was too much for me to try to unhinge the wires from my neck, so I started grappling for the other end, underneath the steering wheel. With a good grip on the cord, I pulled with all my might.
The cops outside the car were screaming at me to stop fiddling with the wires. As if they really cared what I did with my life now, I thought. Seconds ago they were pla
The leaves floating on the tail of the wind
The wind trying to catch up to the setting sun
The sun forever illuminating the moon
The moon casting shadows on the forest floor
The forest floor sprouting with tree saplings
The tree saplings grow and feed the newborn animals
The newborn animals play with the leaves
That float on the tail of the wind,
That catches the setting sun
That illuminates the moon
That shadows the forest floor
That holds the start of life in spring
That bear fruit when they grow
To feed the baby animals
That play with the leaves
And kick them into the air
To grab hold of the wind again.
This tiny pebble below my feet
Doesn’t know its worth
And in time
It will be…
Stomped on, chipped, charred,
Broken and terribly scarred
Used as a stepping stone
To help others find their way home
Taken from its shore,
Then kept in someone’s drawer
Forgotten for years, but found
Its way back into the ground
Harvested, refined, and sold
When all along it was a fine piece of gold.
Rewind, Get the Whisper by Shootingstar37654, literature
Literature
Rewind, Get the Whisper
Rewind it,
Play it.
Now watch carefully.
Turn up the noise,
Let’s dance to it.
Technology rules
So let’s leave mankind
To rot in its pit
And smile at a screen.
Get up.
Walk forward.
Don’t trip on that wire,
Lest you end up dead.
We’ll pull you down
Then watch you float
Hand me that plastic
My friend’s a mope.
The keys… here.
I don’t need them
God only wanted me to be free
But unbreakable doors stand in my way,
So let’s climb the posts
Make it to the sun.
Crash
Burn
Now it’s their turn.
Whisper, softly
Now scream it to me
Bow to my knees
Then watch me bleed.
I’ll fall when I want