*Note* This is the story I have been working on for the longest time, and the reason I haven't been posting on here for a while. It is my best story. If you want to read the rest of it, PM me! And happy 1000 views on my blog!!! *End Note*
Lightchosen
Prologue
The Light was gone
That was the worst thing about this Saints-Forsaken prison. Kasse couldn’t feel the light anymore. Everything was numb. At the start, it had ached, a pain that she couldn’t quell, but no
Ado I just need to write this even if it's not all of it. I feel like I've restricted myself for many years out of fear of being abnormal or of not doing what is expected (which maybe is just the same thing?). Like, I don't know what to think sometimes or what's right or wrong
WaT
Like, I think I should do/say something, then think oh wait no I should do the other thing, then realize darn it I should've just done the first one or the one I wanted and Ado I hate this.
And uhm...
Unfortunately, there will no longer be a daily yuri for the foreseeable future. It's not easy to find this all the time and well its draining and that isn't really enjoyable I have more yuri yes but like its not easy to do all the blog stuff long story short yuri is discontinued yeah
there may be yuri still though less frequently
i promise
Summer Storm
O summer storm, I hear your howls.
Your cries for help that I hide from.
Your tears fall and blow,
Through the light,
To pelt my window, alert me of your fright.
O, summer storm, your tears and cries subside.
I imagine you like me—silently crying slowly in bed,
Depressed and [illegible word].
O, summer storm, don't leave me now.
I need your company, you soothe me, you know?
I still hear your sniffles, from under yo
So... Hath thy ever stared at your page doodling unblinking for a bit , a few minutes or so or less? It was an interesting experience. I didn't quite realize I was not blinking at first, but then I did but found it easy to continue. My eyes did not burn or anything, but my vision got funky like it usually does when I do that. It was harder and harder to see the page before me, yet i kept on doodling those hearts... My vision moved and blurred and had colors and patterns, though not that intensel
*Note* So, uh, I realize I haven't posted in a while. I keep starting stories and not finishing them. This one is an idea that has been growing in my mind for a while, and finally I just wrote it out. Obviously it makes sense to me, and all that, but I don't know how it sounds to other people, so comments would be greatly appreciated. *End Note*
Hunting
“855, this is Saka speaking, how may I help you?”
“Yes, hello,” Ensha said slowly, drumming his fingers on the table as he ta
(S. Cheduled)
Name
What's my name?
I don't know.
Who am I?
Ibid, ditto.
Why don't I know my name?
Why is it so hard
To understand my heart?
I am so lost.
I'm confused, sos.
I don't know anymore...
Please can you help me?
Understand,
Help me,
Find my name again.
Note that in that last line, the word "name" may have been something else, perhaps "way" or something. I can't always read my handwriting 😭
(Sch. Eduled)
Uncertain;Fluid
I fluctuate between
Wanting and knowing and
Asking and telling
And doubting and
The colors I like and
The name I
am, and
Me,
Am I a she or a he,
Both, or an enby?
Lily or Ash or
Something else?
How can I be me when
I see me as wrong, bad?
- ∆
I love looking back at my old random notes
i recently just found one that says, “living in constant fear of swallowing a glass piano(?)”
That’s it
do with that what you will and don’t try to get me to explain, that’s a fruitless endeavor (as I don’t remember what I was on/thinking about)
(Schduled)
Shorts
At last, I
want to wear them, the
cute shorts I
got yesterday.
Shorts for the summer—
legs won't be hot.
I'm wearing a t-shirt, too,
no longer hiding,
or am I?
At Home
I feel at home—the first time in
a while, or life.
Sitting on my bed in
these bicolor linens and
fingerless gloves, surrounded
by journals, Devil Town on
repeat.
I feel at home, sitting
(Scheduled)
Also that title is not a mistake. It's just me tryna be deep...
Can't Tell
I can't say my
Deepest fears, cuz
Then they'll
Nor was that.
- usseewa wit' an uppercase 'u'
Scheduled
The
I now listen,
to the song not heard—
not played.
The song from Her.
Reading this next one ("Like Atlas") again, it kinda sucks. I definitely coulda done better...
Like Atlas
I feel sometimes an
Immense burden—
That of humanity.
It weighs on me,
And I feel guilty,
And helpless.
Doomsday
"If the world ended tomorrow,
and it could."
"If I died, I'd be fine."
But what did She
Scheduled
Paralysis
I am not me—
I cannot breathe,
Nor can I think,
For every thought thought
Is two more worries wrought.
Faded Bliss
I can't remember her,
Not how I'd like.
Our brief friendship,
The possibility for more.
I try to remember,
I don't want to forget—
Despite the pain
of regret.
See Her
I wish I could see her,
gain.
I wish I could be with her,
once more.
A little while ago, I wrote a prologue for a story idea I had. I never even started the rest of the story, but I kinda like it on its own, even if most of the ideas for the story aren't there yet. Part of the reason I stopped writing for it was because I created two really interesting characters for the prologue... and then killed off both of them. And then the 'real' protagonist didn't seem as fun. Clearly I need to learn from Brandon, and make my Cenn character not as interesting as my Kaladin
(Scheduled)
Purpose of Hiding
I see clearer when—
I take this veil from my eyes.
So then ehy do I hide?
For style or from fear?
Music
Why do I deny myself the
ever-soothing pleasure I
was without for so long?
When will I allow my life to
return to normal?
Will it—or I—ever?
Buzz
The world has been so quiet,
In these past weeks.
No buzzing, no phone—[illegible word],
Time for pe
Because it's the most spoiler free, and most confusing
Core rule here: (Which is found in the doc, but whatever) Rules will be listed here. Rules will be broken. They are flimsy, stupid rules that souls don’t really care to always keep.
(This was scheduled, yesterday, to automatically post today. So it doesn't mean I'm active, necessarily.)
Framework of Perception
How should we think about—and see—things?
People, the world—our thoughts.
What is the right way—and what is seen as right?
How will that change?
If views change—modify, improve?—
Then how are we to know if
What society believes,
Is not wrong—waiting for change?
If what everyone believes—even me—
Is i
Uhh... stuff about gender. If you don't agree with me then... idk. Yeah.
False Dichotomy
We have taught ourselves that
To be human is to fit into the binary—
Moreso to be constrained within that box.
But this is a false dichotomy—
An unnecessary binary—who gives a storm if
You want to wear suits or skirts—or both, or neither?
Ehy do they assign is to one—
Something we have no choice in—[illegible word]
And reluctantly follow along with all
Oh, sigh. My life is a sigh, a sigh extending until no breath is left. A constant sigh. Disappointment, sadness, exhaustion. I lose breath constantly, and lose more perhaps sometimes—breath I can never regain.
I am tired, having slept but a mere 9 hours. I am tired, despite having slept longer than the previous days. I am tired, sad, uncomfortable, and I do not know what to say but I must say something. I cannot waste precious breath that could be used for words.
I am confused, I am up