TheTwilightWarrior

  I don’t think I’d mind it, really A little sting, A buzz. Something that’s just small enough To bring a little pain. Something tender and full, warm and bitter But sweet. Even though I love my smile I can’t help but wish for something else Something deeper A tear drop, a sigh Maybe I’m just restless, too used to everyday But still, I can’t seem to smile Without crying a little bit. A writers curse? Maybe A human condition? Probably Filled with joy? Yeah. I guess. Paper cuts sting worse anyway My happiness has been paid for, taxes still continue I’m happy, yeah. More than I

I smile every morning, and continue through the night. Even though you can't see me… I promise I'm still smiling. What am I? Can you guess? Can you image something half-invisible, bright and shining, beautiful in every way, yet smiling? With the saddest, most monotone glare of happy light. Burning, deep and passionate. Hoping it's not too big to be wished upon. Wondering if any can see it, or if any can feel it. What am I? Is it so hard? I'll go missing, and you'll remember. But when I return, you'll forget. The breath of life I give you every morning fades by noon. You've forgotten. Or, have you just remembered? Can you see me, no

"Breath again, and be my Smile." If you were broken, would you be whole anyway? If you couldn't smile, would you still be happy? He was shattered. A broken vase in a store window, waving a banner of self-pity at every passer-by. Staring at the outside world in some translucent daze, wondering if he could ever find his way back. Wondering if even the earth had lost interest in his heart, and if all the other planets had followed close behind. And wished for nothing more than a smile. For nothing for more than a tug at the corners of his empty lips, a smidge of happiness to find buried in open sadness. Something to bring him back to reality,

 "Smile for me, so that I can breathe again." If you were suspended, would you move anyway? If your breath stopped, would you still smile? She was cold, without even knowing it. A block of ice frozen in some unknown place, hanging in an abyss of something unseen. Holding her breath to stay alive, letting her lungs burn as a tear swam down her cheek. A small drop, fighting to slide down her paling skin, slowly dropping away, leaving her in a place even she hadn't seen. And she wished for nothing more than a breath. For nothing more than a wisp of air to travel down her throat, through her body and find its way to her heart. Find its way int

Am I unseen? I sometimes feel that no matter the smiles and waves I receive, I remain unseen. Every tear I've ever cried is unseen, every fallback into the bed with red-rimmed eyes is unseen. All the pain, anger and hundereds of sleepless nights spent in agony over a breaking heart that I can't remember its reason for breaking. All of it is unseen. Such a large portion of my being is left in the dark, yet I find it slowly seeping into the light... I've tried to stop it, but it's quite a bother. Sometimes, I think it would be nice to lay all my cards on the table... Honestly,  if only one person could see me, would I ever need

Please, don't try to play on my heartstrings. They've sung far too many tunes, spun by spiders who take no better enjoyment than watching strings play until they break. My heart is so frailed, a single note would most likely snap it in two. So please, leave me quiet, even if silence is worse then a broken song. Let me hold on to the last melody I have, no matter how small and cracked, even if it is just in my head. Is it really so bad? Is it so terrible to wish for a song you could never play? If I could fall out of reality and land in an imagined world, I would. But sadly I'm left in silent darkness, lulling myself to sleep with

                                                                          ~ Velvet Mountains ~ Angel: Definition; A spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe. Pit flew through the crystal skies, his wings beating and reflecting the sun's harsh rays, as sweat formed over a weak brow that threatened to spill the salty liquid. He'd been flying for hours through the different stages, scouting for the different beings that inhabited the wide-spanning area. The task was proving incredibly difficult in the sense that his wings were much smaller,

She had often wondered if the stars felt alone. If each spark that invaded the never-ending expanse of space could really feel lonely, even when surrounded. Whether stars could feel, how they felt, if they were even aware of the puzzle in their existents. If they understood the shapes that they formed, the paths that they made... If they were alone, even in all this. She was told there were millions of stars, spread out across millions of never-ending miles. Ebbing and flowing, starting and stopping, falling and hanging. Pulsing even without a heartbeat. She wondered if they could be lonely, even with so many strung up together. Even with a

She was Rin. Just Rin. No surname, no anything. Nothing but a mess of blond hair, with the clips failing to hold back her thick, blond locks. Nothing but a tear-stained white ribbon that'd fallen off her head and landed in just the right spot to catch falling tears. Nothing but a broken clock, who's hands couldn't piece it back together. Every minute that clicked by was just a broken heartbeat that kept time with the tapping of tears on a hardwood floor. And that was all a minute could be. All that could be heard was music, everywhere. Taunting, filling the void in her chest and never leaving her any silence, constantly running through her h