Acceptance Letter by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Acceptance Letter
Dear Miss Genesis Pierce,
We are pleased to inform you and your family that you have been accepted to the Ellenor Diah Institution of Learning and Training. Please gather the requires supplies enclosed in this letter and be on campus by no later than August 22nd.
Sincerely,
Belle Verona
Deputy Headmistress of Ellenor Diah Institution of Learning and Training
My mother was in tears, and my father could do nothing but look horrified at the slip of paper while he held her and tried to console her. I had been chosen. Only a handful of us graduating students were chosen. But I had been chosen. The Diah Institution
Pray For A Soul by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Pray For A Soul
I lived upon my name since I was two;
On Melissa Street, Arlington, Texas.
Memories whisper to my life askew;
Drawing me into this wretched nexus.
Life is not bright and I learned it early.
Smiles that are staged in my gray photographs,
But I remember the world was surly.
Though my smiles were true, my mind was at half's
Wit. Dull and painful did I live my lie,
Ever seeing good that did not exist.
I refused to see, truth I did deny.
Never was I loved, never was I missed.
Live this life and live it until the end;
Flowing endlessly down a river bend;
In hopes you will find someone to befriend;
Careful with your words and what y
Wishing On Scars by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Wishing On Scars
Wishing on scars
and stars
that both shoot across pale surfaces
lets make these moments last because
its with you.
With hopeful wishes
and prayers
that are both sent upon scars and stars
lets hush our voices and just be together,
I'm yours.
And her eyes, how blue
and beautiful
they look at me and I have to look away
the pain i see there hurts me too,
she's mine.
I wonder the future
though I know
I want her in mine, I want her by my side
and I hope she wants me by her side too,
I'll buy the ring.
I want to forget the past
so she'll never hurt
I can't look at her pain and do not
Acceptance Letter by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Acceptance Letter
Dear Miss Genesis Pierce,
We are pleased to inform you and your family that you have been accepted to the Ellenor Diah Institution of Learning and Training. Please gather the requires supplies enclosed in this letter and be on campus by no later than August 22nd.
Sincerely,
Belle Verona
Deputy Headmistress of Ellenor Diah Institution of Learning and Training
My mother was in tears, and my father could do nothing but look horrified at the slip of paper while he held her and tried to console her. I had been chosen. Only a handful of us graduating students were chosen. But I had been chosen. The Diah Institution
Wishing On Scars by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Wishing On Scars
Wishing on scars
and stars
that both shoot across pale surfaces
lets make these moments last because
its with you.
With hopeful wishes
and prayers
that are both sent upon scars and stars
lets hush our voices and just be together,
I'm yours.
And her eyes, how blue
and beautiful
they look at me and I have to look away
the pain i see there hurts me too,
she's mine.
I wonder the future
though I know
I want her in mine, I want her by my side
and I hope she wants me by her side too,
I'll buy the ring.
I want to forget the past
so she'll never hurt
I can't look at her pain and do not
Creative Writing - 3 by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Creative Writing - 3
Jacklyn, run; faster, run faster. You'll be left behind, Jack, run faster. Come on, we don't have time for this, so run faster. Oh good, she's running quicker, thats a good girl. We don't have time for fear to slow you down, its got to make you move. Remember Knightly and Matty-Boy? Remember, fear is your friend when you feel it, act? But you don't remember. Don't let the crowds of this market place slow you down. Don't be afraid, you can catch up, you're strong and able. Move, Jack, you're dragging behind, you're dragging your limbs, you can't do this, Jack, are you listening? No, you're not, no one hears angel voices, but you wan
Creative Writing - 2 by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Creative Writing - 2
A melody hummed through Analise's fingers. Soon she'd leave this wretched world filled with the taste of vomit, for another, a much better world. At first her fingers stumbled across the keys, but she enjoyed the sound, the sound of her dreams expanding. Then she was on a stage, oh how she did look with her red hair pulled back and her long pale hands caressing the keys. She could leave behind her troubles and watch them float away on clouds of notes. In this world she hadn't been raped by drunken men of her family, a flower with its petals ripped from the stem. And in this world she wasn't with child either. She could feel, rather tha
Creative Writing - 1 by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
Creative Writing - 1
Water slapped against hands and feet in mad fury of spiritual passion. The dance had begun. Mud scented sweat reached his nostrils, rain came down in hard sheets making it hard to see and a bit painful against the many almost bare backs with sculpted shoulder blades. The tempo had to be kept, never lost, always kept beating in their hearts and soul. To loose tempo was to give up living for god and then life would be meaningless without a reason to live. Everyone danced, children too...
No Body Wants Damaged Goods by SyntheticDarkness58, literature
Literature
No Body Wants Damaged Goods
No body wants damaged goods. No body wants broken toys. We all want something perfect..
Just for us.
No one wants something broken, bruised banana's or moldy greens, no body wants damaged goods. We all want something perfect. No body wants things with scars. No body wants things with bruises. No body wants anything damaged, inside or out. Vegetables, Fruits, and the like, we don't take them unless they are perfect. Would that not go for people also. Do we take them with scars and bruises, do we love them though they are damaged. But no body loves me. No body loves my scars. No body sees my scars to love them. Even if they were
"..What?" David replied with an expression that clearly told Kincaid he wasn't registering what she had said. His dark brown eyes and dark brown hair were beautiful, but she didn't love them anymore. It had been seven months. He had been with another women for seven months. She was finally over him. She gave him her sweetest smile, her hands clasped in front of her, her skirt swished as she moved from the sofa to in front of him.
"I do not love you anymore. I want my heart back." She said, her own brilliant blue eyes and dark hair was pulled back from her face, the bottom portion still down. Her magnificent eye lashes were a forest ar
I decided to clean out my deviations, I want to start writing more, but it seems I just haven't the time, really. I should make the time but that's easier said than done, y'know?
Anyway, a lot of the stuff on here was written in a really dark time in my life and so I just want to wipe the slate clean and start fresh.