Regrets of a Guardian Angel by myriadwhitedarkness, literature
Literature
Regrets of a Guardian Angel
God told me to hold her.
He didn't say;
"closer than most"
or
"handle with care"
After all, it is my profession to protect.
But when I saw her,
saw those bright blue eyes...
..and soft blond curls;
I did it like He had said so anyway.
They named her soul
and called it love.
But she was different,
and they didn't like it.
When she was five,
her 'mama' tore that pretty
blonde hair out by the roots and there was nothing I could do.
Because she told me not to.
At ten, her 'daddy' kicked her
down the stairs and out onto the veranda.
Because she was holding hands with a boy.
I caught her as best I could...
...but I could not catch her shatter
I know it sounds cheesy, but everyone gets down at times. Sometimes we need to stop and think of at least ONE thing that makes us happy. One thing that anytime we think about it, it makes us smile.
Here's what is currently making me happy:
Rain and thunder, with my baby sister trying to draw me. (she's 3)
What makes you happy?
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Art Feature- HAPPY
Hopefully one of many happy features! Love y'all~! Remember to stop and think about something happy after you finish looking at this! Drop a comment too if you want to share what makes you happy~!
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For the first time.... by SpikyShadow123, literature
Literature
For the first time....
Monday- Felt a broken being, depressed and very lonely.
Tuesday- Didn't go to work, stayed home in my pyjammas.
Wednesday- Took some dope and weed trying to illiinate the pain.
Thursday- Woke up feeling shit, wondered where i was.
Friday- Got into a fight, turned up in a cell.
Saturday- Walked along the cliffs wodering if i should
Sunday- My beloved cried for me, for the first time.
boys who love their grandmothers by learningtobefree, literature
Literature
boys who love their grandmothers
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forg
Kuoleman enkeli by FromAnotherUniverse, literature
Literature
Kuoleman enkeli
Siivet savunharmaat
silmät kuin loputon tyhjyys
Eleet kovin raskaat
sielun peittää tummuus
Ei pääse enää lentoon
eivät jalat irtoa maasta
Ei usko lainkaan onneen
haluaisi päästä maailmasta
Kuin kuoleman enkeli on tyttö tuo
rikki rääkätty
Elää omassa maailmassa
ei valoon koskaan astu
Piileksii varjoissa
kuin kuolon laineilla lastu
6 ways on learning how to swim by A-Lovely-Anxiety, literature
Literature
6 ways on learning how to swim
1. toes first
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful. not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic. money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping. i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress! i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"taylor."
"what, mom? why are you looking at me like t
“Why, of all people”, Zero whispered sadly, “I had to fall in love with you?”
Max froze and stared at him in dark hallway. “What?”
Zero didn’t say anything to that, he just stared the wall darkly and tried hard not to blush. He failed miserably. When Max let go of his arm and took few steps back Zero raised his head and glared at pink haired young man. He couldn’t concentrate to anything when he finally realized Max’s lack of clothing.
“Did you mean that?”
Max’s voice was barely a whisper, and Zero couldn’t look into Max’s red, glowing eyes.
“So wha
Max was startled awake by a sound that he didn’t really recognize with his fuzzy brain. He raised his head from his flat pillow and his sleep blurred thoughts were moving slowly as he tried to understand what he had to do. Dark room was silent before the noise was heard again, louder.
There was someone at the door.
Max got up, fighting his way from beneath thick blanket and navigated himself towards the door, almost tripping to his jeans that he had left on the floor. Knocking was heard again, sounding impatient. Max was too tired to care about his lack of clothing; he wore just a pair of pink boxers that hung low on his slim hips.
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