Don't just tell me I'm pretty,
Because pretty describes my looks
And I want you to like me for so
Much more than that.
Instead, tell me it's pretty cool how I
Can say the alphabet backwards
Or how when I laugh, I squeak like a
Mouse.
And don't just tell me I'm beautiful,
Because one day my skin will sag
Wrinkles will set in all across my
Face telling their own stories.
Instead tell me I have a beautiful mind,
Because my thoughts and beliefs
Should be more important to you
Than my appearance.
So please, don't tell me I'm pretty
Or beautiful
Because one day my looks will fade
And I want to
Cry mercy,
and remember
(though locked with a key)
In this place called memory.
Where truth is bounty, thou can'st not run
Yet it be born unto misery.
The dove flies with the raven
Dark with light;
Together, they shant exist...
As the wind in the hand
face answereth to water,
And the sands spill forth of the fist.
If life be like unto love without thee
Than rather, I'd die this day;
My only true love,
for whom I am born;
Through wrong choice
my heart knows the grave.
As a firery arrow pierced to the heart
By this, my love awakened
To witness the cruelty engulfed in his soul
By essence, we are forsaken...
Be thou forever therefore, v
The World Recycled: Reception by Gebura-TheRedMist, literature
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The World Recycled: Reception
I was once told the story of sleeping beauty.
I sometimes wonder why there was never a sleeping charming.
Just sleeping there waiting for somebody to kiss them and wake them up.
I knew what Beauty was dreaming about.
Yet what would charming be dreaming about.
Would it be about the future?
Would it be his dreams?
Or maybe he just wanted to wake up to a world he could be loved in.
I can't honestly be sure really because when I dream I feel like I'm home.
Seems like any place than where I am is alot better then here.
I've been pretty far physically but not as far as in a dream.
Though sometimes I just want to wake up because the dreams get so he
Love started with a note,
Upon my blank page you wrote,
Next came the words,
And the notes in thirds,
Then came the guitar,
Which made you feel like a star,
Shortly without a hitch,
The song was sung in perfect pitch.
It started with a song,
Just a beat so I could nod along,
Then the words became a story,
And I knew it would be ours shortly,
Because love didn’t happen when I wanted it too,
Love happened the moment I heard you.
It’s the moment when you’re gasping for air,
Because you can’t breathe,
It’s the moment that during your gasping,
You squeak like a mouse,
It’s the moment when you are clapping like a seal,
For no apparent reason,
It’s the moment when you can’t decide,
If you have to throw up or pee your pants,
It’s the moment when you want to collapse on the floor,
Because you lost all strength in your legs,
It’s the moment when you’re surrounded,
By the people you love,
It’s the moment when they,
Experience the same emotion as you,
It’s the moment when everyone makes sound
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Chapter 9: Magic in the Air
The Horned King lowered the letter into his lap, too stunned and mortified to say anything or to even look at the fairy beside him. This letter expl
Chapter 8: Pen Pals
The hours of the next day hobbled on following the yesterday’s unusual happenings. Unable to stop mentally revisiting his time with the fairy, the lich had been up all night, pacing in his chambers until he noticed the dim tendrils of morning sunlight oozing through the window. It amazed him, really, how much he realized he learned about the fairy, from their first day of letter-searching to the previous night’s endeavors. He thought it even more remarkable that there was still more to learn. In the back of his mind, he still could not figure out why she seemed to know him, finally concluding that his slipped
Chapter 7: Twice Upon a Nightmare
It was another week before the Horned King and Maleficent spoke again. She had sent him another message in a bottle, saying that she did not want to impart on his privacy after such an abrupt leave; so she offered that if they wanted again to meet, her home would be welcome to him, perhaps to finally watch their movies? This time, there was tension in her voice, thick as molasses and chilled as a Germanic winter. Which is not to say that the Horned King didn’t appreciate her invitation. He accepted her invitation, teleporting himself as he had before to the outside of her castle.
Knock, knock, knock.