Please forgive mePlease forgive me if I put up wallsPlease forgive me by Lauryn120
or if you discover cuts on my thighs
I'm not used to someone caring
so please know I'm still in isolation
Please forgive me for blocking you out
for cutting and hating my flesh
I'm not use to this kind of love
so please know I'm a little lost.
Dear Dad 1Dear Dad,Dear Dad 1 by Lauryn120
I hate how I’ve already forgotten your voice. Yes, in my dreams I hear you, but it doesn’t sound right. My memory of you has faded into this black space where you barely exist. Yes, at night that one memory I can’t forget appears, but it seems more like a nightmare than a reality.
But I know that it was a reality, wasn’t it Dad? It was something terrible, something real. Even something you don’t remember because you were drunk on you bud light bottle. You were being controlled by your precious alcohol that was much more important than me.
Now, you’ve left me with a broken heart that leaks with the torture you’ve put me through. You’ve left me with a long scar down the middle of my heart where you tore my heart in two.
And you know what, it’s barely stitched together.
Redeemed - Hide and Seek 2Redeemed: Hide and Seek 2Redeemed - Hide and Seek 2 by BalunStormhands
Prince Phillip took a deep breath and the heavy smells of burning wood and coal filled is nostrils, would his luck hold after what had happened? He didn’t know.
By rights he should be dead now, or at least in the clutches of Maleficent, but a fallen tree had slowed him down enough to miss her, he didn’t want to think too hard about the people he had passed in the village, had one of them been the witch in disguise?
He shivered in the cold breeze and calmed the donkey with him. Luck. He had been saved by luck. He had been sent to deliver some food and gifts to the poor cared for by the knight he had been squire to. He had been given a donkey cart and the load and had walked all day, on the way back after the last crate of gifts was delivered he had found the way blocked by a fallen tree.
He and the donkey spent the last of the light clearing the path and making the way safe for any other travelers. It was the right thing to do.
But at what cost?
The Unmistakable Tragedy of Lakes and LightsWe are the evening, you and I.The Unmistakable Tragedy of Lakes and Lights by BloodshotInk
Both painted in our sunday blacks
as mourning breaks upon us.
You are the vast, intense expanse
of a taurine sky dribbling crystals
that hang on invisible threads
from the deep blue smile of the galaxy.
You are those dead, iron-eating stars,
refracting beauty through dead air,
and blurring the edges until
no one can tell where beauty starts
and the spaces inbetween begin,
people gaze at you and forget -
forget - forget how empty spaces are.
You are layer upon layer of small lights
that combine to prick holes
in the darkness that keeps them awake.
That’s what you are, you are
the atmosphere and far beyond.
The bow of a universe wrapped tight
around the world, to hold it together.
I am a dark black lake gripping its shores
too tightly, and flooding them often.
I am a bottomless hole overfilled,
overwhelmed, unable to get over you,
but as I swill and slurry - as I stew -
as I remember contributing to something,
being a drop in the ocean, once -
as I re