To the WritersIn the busy scheme of life, I merely wish to take a few seconds of your time, to say something that I feel should be said, to those that receive too little credit for what they really do. Life is crazy, filled with mindless obstacles that block our path, and we must discover which of these are important, and which of these take up too much of our precious time here on Earth. We have been given an average of seventy years to live as physical beings, and are given the choice to do what we feel we must. I feel that this is important, and that the time should be taken to express the feelings in myself.To the Writers by ~PikminGamer11
Time is fleeting, and disappears as soon as it appears. Soon we are left in the dust of a passing car, flying past us at the speed of light, and our life is disappearing before our eyes. We blink, and wish we hadn't, because we missed so much. Decisions are regretted, hesitancy ruins us, and in our indecisive selves we miss th
A Threnody for LoveA growing feelingA Threnody for Love by ~TheHiddenRainforest
Of waning warmth
And rising, abattoiral disconsolateness
Percolates the land,
Falling in a veil
Of pervading twilight
Upon the moribund fields
Of withering and lost emotions,
Flowers left charred
By the conflagration of scruples
And drowned by the eternal sorrow that rains
From the caliginous clouds
Of doleful misery
Through which a single, faint, kaleidoscopic ray of hope
Breaks through and upon
A single budding flower
Whose youthful ivory petals
Drip with blood,
Its seraphic melody,
That once mellifluous, empyreal symphony
Sung in perfect Elysian harmony
Now a lament in despair,
A requiem for joy,
A ballad for kindness,
An elegy for life,
A threnody for love,
A love that may never once again be
As the last false promise of hope fades away,
The tenebrous clouds become ubiquitous,
The mass depravation now in full possession of the land
And the ends of those lustruous, silken petals singe
And weep tears of burning passion,
For the white rose th
Seasonal ShiftAfter Autumn has robbed the treesSeasonal Shift by ~StaticWaves
of their green foliage splendor,
the sky becomes a steely gray
in anticipation of cold Winter.
After Winter's frosts have chilled,
only the bravest birds still sing
until the sun breaks across the sky
and ushers in beautiful Spring.
After Spring makes the world bright,
she waits for a more luminous comer.
The world is green and days grow longer
with the arrival of scorching Summer.
After Summer's warm days unfold
the rivers run dry to the bottom.
A bountiful harvest waits in the fields
for the entrance of colorful Autumn.
ForeverShe put her arms out so that she could look at her hands. She remembered how they (laughably) used to be her favorite feature; they were soft, pale, and delicate hands with the nails naturally in perfect curves. Over time they had grown old, callused here and there, and held bruises from the hard work she had performed over the years.Forever by ~xtheshadesofgrey
He had always loved her hands; he had loved kissing them and cradling them in his own. He had told her that he loved everything about her: her smile and her laughs, how she looked when she was annoyed, her golden hair that would shine so brightly in the sunlight, the oddly shaped birthmark she was sometimes ashamed of, the way she would hug him back and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. Then he'd pick her up and twirl her around and they'd laugh so loudly that everyone around them would either give them strange looks or wide smiles.
But now all she could think about was how no one could love these hands now. As she lay there on the ground in the empty
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