"Can I trust you? This place is a secret!" Dennis' blue eyes shone brilliantly in his round face that was now filling with excitement. "Ya, I won't tell a soul, cross my heart!"
But that was years ago. They had been children then, carefree and adventurous. Nicole stood alone now in warm October's air. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to come back here, but when would she get another chance? It wasn't often her job in the city allowed her a visit home. Standing there now at the edge of her old forest playground, Nicole couldn't help trying to believe that not much had changed since her child hood; excuse perhaps the height of the trees and th
Reflections still look the same to me by harmonissis, literature
Literature
Reflections still look the same to me
-His thoughts swirled around the edges of his brain, following the motion of the whisky in his shooter. The alcohol buzzed down his throat and sent its echo throughout the rest of his body. He blinked as the dim lights that illuminated his corner of the bar buzzed and blurred. He lifted his glass slightly and brought it back down to the scarred countertop, the noise beckoning another filling. Evan liked the people here, they didn't cut him off. They didn't care.
Almost as soon as the thought finished drifting across what little consciousness was left, a rattling motion shook the far end of the bar. His gaze panned from right to left.
He li
Water swirls at the base, slowly creeping up the wall as the torrent thunders from underneath.
It is engulfing the room bottom-up with a greedy heavy darkness.
It is bone chilling and stings your heart as its many tongues taste the setting, the next victim.
You have fallen carelessly and stumbled across the hatch, searching for thrills or perhaps escape. You laugh as you peer down the hole, into the darkness, and nothing responds.
You feel nothing but assurance.
Unknowingly, almost unconsciously, you continue to toss down the pieces, pieces that drift into the darkness and are consumed by hell fire.
&
It's that time again...
The time when I see others try to "act" like I am...
The time when I see them copy everything I stand for...
The time when they learn to do it better than me...
The time when I feel it all slipping away from the tip of my fingers...
The time when I feel completely empty and dried up...
The time when I start seeing cracks in my spirit...
The time when I hear it shatter like it was made of glass...
It breaks with a thunder so silent yet it deafens me...
The time when I hear a little child silently weeping...
Dressed in rags...
His eyes are red and sore,
He is muttering his pleas and voicing his broken spirit.
We tend to set up false images of ourselves
Make everyone think we're happy, content
Free
Smiles on our faces, constant and bright
Full of joy and warmth
But they're artificial, deceptive
The walls we set up, to keep others from the truth
Are our prisons
Hiding behind the thick tall walls, we're
Dreading the day when they crumble
Laughter loud and cheerful
Emit from our mouths, shine on our faces
Who knew we were such good actors?
Sometimes we even fool ourselves
Into thinking
That this life we live is nothing but a nightmare
Even when we open our hearts
And let somebody in
There are certain walls that never
EVER go away- t
I never thought I'd find someone
Like you, for
Only you can fill the
Very depths of my soul with that
Extraordinary thing called love.
Your love is the
Only thing I desire, for it is
Utterly unconditional.
The melodies of the innermost heart
Are a gentle, tender, delicate art
Mingling and meeting in the sweetest melodies
Trying, as they dance, to uplift and please
Just the right note on just the right string
Will make my heart's loveliest melody sing
Many untold songs have yet to be played
One by one, until the very last fades