Greetings from the Bottom of the Ocean by Kimitzu-chan, literature
Literature
Greetings from the Bottom of the Ocean
sleep sounds great
an eternal sleep under the sleepy waves
curled up on soft wood
gentle, cold currents
in the deep, dark ocean
lying on the rough sand
a shadow passes overhead
bubbles escape my lips
slowly blinking the sorrow away
are tears more buoyant than water?
Open When.... Gift Idea by Kimitzu-chan, literature
Literature
Open When.... Gift Idea
Open When… Gift Idea
For Valentine’s Day I didn’t really know what to do… I didn’t want to buy chocolate, and I’m actually broke right now, so I wanted to get something cheap or make a gift. I looked online for DIY gifts and came across one that suggested letters for your loved one to “open when…”. I’m quite satisfied with the outcome. Here’s what I did:
Materials:
• Small jars, cork-topped / glass containers
• String / tying cords
• Paper / writing-on materials
• Box / cardboard or wood container
• Scissors / cutting object
• Pens / writin
"Can we talk?"
"Sure."
They wait. He screws on the cap of his waterbottle.
"Where?"
"It's nice outside."
A song plays in her head. They walk outside. They walk to the intersection. They turn right. They walk.
She peeks at him.
"Do you hate me?"
"I don't see any reason to."
She glances down, gathering her courage.
"Do you like me?"
"That's something I'd prefer not to answer."
"Oh.."
She pauses. He walks. She follows. He's tall.
"I've been thinking.."
He walks. The song plays in her head.
"I've been thinking these past few days and I don't think we should continue hoping for what's to come in six years.."
He walks fast. She's short.
"I wanted t
A poem
By Christine
Wong
The only things
I feel are
The gentle
Pitter-patter of
Warm snow on the
Broken earth
;
Heavens bleeding
On the gaping wounds
Of hate
Destruction
Sorrow
;
The sky’s cry of
Its mourning song
Of pain
And melancholy
;
The wind’s howl
Of anguish
As it dies
Dies
Hitting the expanse
Of human’s humanity
;
The rain’s tears
That stains the rivers red
;
And the long-forgotten
Memories of days
Much
Much better
.
“Live?” She tried the word uneasily on her tongue.
Death chuckled. “It’s rather hard to explain. Would you like to try living?”
Mary nodded. The young girl couldn’t talk yet, but one grows faster in death than in life.
“Very good. Adventurous.” Death waved his bony fingers towards her. “I hope I never see you again.”
**
“And that’s how I escaped Death,” she boasted.
Mary was eleven years old at that point. I chuckled watching her. How does one escape Death? But children are always wild with these delusions. So I let her continue believing this.
She was a rather fun
Greetings from the Bottom of the Ocean by Kimitzu-chan, literature
Literature
Greetings from the Bottom of the Ocean
sleep sounds great
an eternal sleep under the sleepy waves
curled up on soft wood
gentle, cold currents
in the deep, dark ocean
lying on the rough sand
a shadow passes overhead
bubbles escape my lips
slowly blinking the sorrow away
are tears more buoyant than water?
Open When.... Gift Idea by Kimitzu-chan, literature
Literature
Open When.... Gift Idea
Open When… Gift Idea
For Valentine’s Day I didn’t really know what to do… I didn’t want to buy chocolate, and I’m actually broke right now, so I wanted to get something cheap or make a gift. I looked online for DIY gifts and came across one that suggested letters for your loved one to “open when…”. I’m quite satisfied with the outcome. Here’s what I did:
Materials:
• Small jars, cork-topped / glass containers
• String / tying cords
• Paper / writing-on materials
• Box / cardboard or wood container
• Scissors / cutting object
• Pens / writin
"Can we talk?"
"Sure."
They wait. He screws on the cap of his waterbottle.
"Where?"
"It's nice outside."
A song plays in her head. They walk outside. They walk to the intersection. They turn right. They walk.
She peeks at him.
"Do you hate me?"
"I don't see any reason to."
She glances down, gathering her courage.
"Do you like me?"
"That's something I'd prefer not to answer."
"Oh.."
She pauses. He walks. She follows. He's tall.
"I've been thinking.."
He walks. The song plays in her head.
"I've been thinking these past few days and I don't think we should continue hoping for what's to come in six years.."
He walks fast. She's short.
"I wanted t
A poem
By Christine
Wong
The only things
I feel are
The gentle
Pitter-patter of
Warm snow on the
Broken earth
;
Heavens bleeding
On the gaping wounds
Of hate
Destruction
Sorrow
;
The sky’s cry of
Its mourning song
Of pain
And melancholy
;
The wind’s howl
Of anguish
As it dies
Dies
Hitting the expanse
Of human’s humanity
;
The rain’s tears
That stains the rivers red
;
And the long-forgotten
Memories of days
Much
Much better
.
“Live?” She tried the word uneasily on her tongue.
Death chuckled. “It’s rather hard to explain. Would you like to try living?”
Mary nodded. The young girl couldn’t talk yet, but one grows faster in death than in life.
“Very good. Adventurous.” Death waved his bony fingers towards her. “I hope I never see you again.”
**
“And that’s how I escaped Death,” she boasted.
Mary was eleven years old at that point. I chuckled watching her. How does one escape Death? But children are always wild with these delusions. So I let her continue believing this.
She was a rather fun
I don’t want you to remember me.
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
In pain
When I’m
Gone.
Yes, I am a teenage girl by NinjaSkillz99, literature
Literature
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I a
This is actually something I read from somewhere... I take no credit for this! I just don't remember the author... oh well ^_^
Once upon a time there was a forest, and a big grey wolf lived in it. He was waiting for a little girl to come by. When a little girl came, carrying a bag of goodies, he asked her, "Where are you going, little girl?" and she said "I'm going to visit my grandmother at the other side of the forest." He ran ahead and got to the house before the little girl.
Now, the girl wasn't stupid. Upon entering the house, she saw that the creature in the bed was indeed not her grandmother, but it was a wolf. So she reached into he
Hello there! I found your chicken smoothie account ahh,, i was wondering if your locked pets would possibly be uft for art? Examples are found here if you are interested - www.instagram.com/z.ombieee/ Im willing to negotiate, thanks!
Ahh, thank you, but I'm not really looking to get popular. Of course, I'm proud of my work and won't mind if someone is going to show others, but I don't really come on often, and then only to upload stuff for other sites. Thank you again, though.