Harvey1234

There's something in the pale placid blue of your eyes Watching grey tendrils fade into a dark night As they leap from the soft red embers Perched at the end of an off brand cigarette. "Everyone wants to be beautiful," you say, Letting the words drip from the tarnished silver of your tongue And slide down the makeup caked on your jaw To lie in pools like nightsoil on street corners Stiffened by winter winds and carelessness. "You are beautiful," I say, But the words ring a haunting hollow, A single breath in a stillborn sea of wasted breaths, Some shining schoolgirl promise After a dozen deafened seasons have spun each other ro

i don't know who you are but i know you're desperate black stains on a cracked sidewalk walk away worthless i don't need to know what you've done to know it was stupid you cant get far enough away walk away worthless stop acting like people care stop being so cruel stop acting like it's not your fault walk away worthless give it up worthless it's not gonna come back so walk away worthless walk away.

I owe myself so very much. I am sorry for causing you so much self doubt. in nearly every aspect of your life. I am sorry for not loving you as much as you deserve and for every time you hated yourself mind, body and soul. I am sorry for every. single. time. you have hurt yourself. Every cut and bruise. I am sorry for every inhale of every cigarette. I am sorry for every. single. time. you fell back in love with the man who did not deserve you. I am sorry for every man you let into your body that you did not want I am sorry for not giving you the love and confidence you needed to tell them no and walk away

Thoughts going through my mind The ones you feel inside Deep within your soul You have no control Let me fly again Let me see the sky Show me the world from above I feel that you deny Flames within my eyes Smoke on the outside You only see the light It's a moonless night That cold wind surrounds me It leads me off the path Shows me the way to darkness Should I feel it? Should I take its wrath? Warmth has blown out There's nothing there Look into my existence Do you see the despair?

Scala's Tale Between the tall, swaying grasses, a blonde-haired head rose quickly above them. Olive eyes darted left to right.  The human parted the grass and stepped into a clearing, his orange tabbard a contrast to the green around him.  A bright yellow sun insignia lay on his chest, labeling him as a fire mage; at least, that's how it was in his village.  Remmy had eagerly became a protector of his home, using his powers defend his friends and family.  It had also served him well on many of his expeditions into the jungles of Felarya. Remmy stopped at a fallen log and sat down to rest his weary feet. Why did all of the best flowers have