Soft piano music plays in the distance. It is dark. It is cold. Standing there alone she shivers and shakes looking around her for any source of warmth. The only thing she can see is the dark void that she is in. Her breath visible as she exhales into the cold air.
Yet where is that music coming from? She thinks to herself as the ice gradually holds her in place, slowly freezing her over. Just before her body begins to ice over, she takes a tentative, unstable step forward. She hears the piano music playing, sending a warmth over her cold body. Her arms wrap around herself, gradually cracking her once icy body with each movement.
The Things I Carry by WolfShadowHiruka, literature
Literature
The Things I Carry
With me, I have,
my music, phone, and pocket knife,
lotion, tissues, and pads,
wallet, perfume, and keys,
laptop, notebook, and water.
Of course they all don't fit in my pocket,
but everywhere I go,
I have those with me.
Maybe, not the laptop,
but you get what I mean.
However, with me I carry weights,
some aren't so heavy,
others are
burdens
so
heavy
I cannot bear
to hold on.
With me I have
my father's love of the unknown,
my mother's humor,
my sisters' insanity,
and
There is a pain,
a hidden fear.
As if a snake
is coiling tightly around
my
heart.
It is
merciless.
Constantly choking
the very core
of my being.
I smile,
to let you know
that everything
is
alright...
But...
...this...
uncertainty.
It hurts me.
It
frightens
me.
I
am
scared...
What could this mean?
Could it mean I have doubts?
Possibly...
Could it be my insecurities taking a hold of me?
Perhaps...
I
don't
like
this
Something worries me,
something scares me...
I fear the floor beneath me will
The Way The Musician Plays by WolfShadowHiruka, literature
Literature
The Way The Musician Plays
Softly,
subtly,
beautiful...
... gorgeous...
Words cannot describe
the way the musician plays.
Calmly,
in a focused way,
the musician plays.
The way the musician's fingers
glide
along
the
black
and
white
keys.
The way the musician plays
is
nothing
I've
ever
seen.
I feel nothing
but
one
feeling
watching
the musician play.
Everything about
the way the musician plays
is beautiful.
A smile cannot help
but spread across my lips
as the musician plays
a s
It happened too fast,
I was laughing,
smiling,
giggling like the little girl I am.
Then...
the next thing I know
...I'm...
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
As if the ground underneath
opened
up
and
swallowed
me
whole.
Screaming,
I look up to see
the light
getting further
and
further
...away...
getting s
Expression of The Old by WolfShadowHiruka, literature
Literature
Expression of The Old
Express yourself.
How?
Be your old self.
Why?
That way you won't be afraid.
Afraid of what?
Ever since you changed, you became timid.
Timid?
What happened to the tough loving daughter of mine?
Tough loving?
Grabbing people by the collar of their shirt,
threatening them,
cared less about what happened to them,
you didn't really care at all
about what people felt.
Who said I didn't care?
I always cared,
I just...
... I just...
I didn't know how,
... I didn't know how to express anything...
I'm not scary...
I'
Finally,
after a long time of waiting,
after longing for something she wanted
It was granted...
She smiled,
she laughed,
she loved him.
... and he loved her...
She got him to believe again.
To believe in something
he had long since
forgotten,
something he never felt.
Together...
they were happy...
She knew him,
and he knew her.
They were there for each other;
he was there to comfort her when she needed him,
she was there to listen to him,
that was all he wanted.
She wanted to express her feelings to him
but he wouldn't let her.
Don't touch
Two friends,
best of friends,
at least,
one of them considered the two of them to be.
Two hearts,
so different,
one is wide open,
left for the world to see,
the other,
closed and shut off,
doesn't dare let anyone get inside.
Two
completely
different
people,
a girl,
and a boy.
A dancer,
and a student.
An assassin,
and an agent.
A smile,
a sweet smile,
a gentle hand came into view.
Brown eyes looked up to meet the other,
one held a childish,
mischievous spark,
the other,
a stubborn,
yet joyful shine.
Music was play
Her day at school was a rough one, nothing went according to plan, her teacher was being, uncooperative, to say in a nicer way, and her closest friend didn't show up for class that day. It was the last day before she went on Christmas break, and during those weeks off she planned to relax and get a bit fat, much to her parents dismay. I'd run it off later, she thought to herself with a content smile as she drove back home. True, her day at school really wasn't all that bad, although a bit disappointing to say in the least, but she knew better and decided to not let that bother her. She drove through the snow ridden streets and smiled as s
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuriesHow can I not?
You've loved me as I've loved you
You've held me when I was at my worst
Only you knew who I really was
And just one mistake
Is all it will takeThat one mistake
That
silly
stupid
mistake...
Remember me for centuries
Hey, hey, hey
Remember me for centuriesSilly...
stupid...
... mistake...
Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong,
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke my heartWhy weren't you looking?
What were you focusi
Soft piano music plays in the distance. It is dark. It is cold. Standing there alone she shivers and shakes looking around her for any source of warmth. The only thing she can see is the dark void that she is in. Her breath visible as she exhales into the cold air.
Yet where is that music coming from? She thinks to herself as the ice gradually holds her in place, slowly freezing her over. Just before her body begins to ice over, she takes a tentative, unstable step forward. She hears the piano music playing, sending a warmth over her cold body. Her arms wrap around herself, gradually cracking her once icy body with each movement.
The Things I Carry by WolfShadowHiruka, literature
Literature
The Things I Carry
With me, I have,
my music, phone, and pocket knife,
lotion, tissues, and pads,
wallet, perfume, and keys,
laptop, notebook, and water.
Of course they all don't fit in my pocket,
but everywhere I go,
I have those with me.
Maybe, not the laptop,
but you get what I mean.
However, with me I carry weights,
some aren't so heavy,
others are
burdens
so
heavy
I cannot bear
to hold on.
With me I have
my father's love of the unknown,
my mother's humor,
my sisters' insanity,
and
There is a pain,
a hidden fear.
As if a snake
is coiling tightly around
my
heart.
It is
merciless.
Constantly choking
the very core
of my being.
I smile,
to let you know
that everything
is
alright...
But...
...this...
uncertainty.
It hurts me.
It
frightens
me.
I
am
scared...
What could this mean?
Could it mean I have doubts?
Possibly...
Could it be my insecurities taking a hold of me?
Perhaps...
I
don't
like
this
Something worries me,
something scares me...
I fear the floor beneath me will
The Way The Musician Plays by WolfShadowHiruka, literature
Literature
The Way The Musician Plays
Softly,
subtly,
beautiful...
... gorgeous...
Words cannot describe
the way the musician plays.
Calmly,
in a focused way,
the musician plays.
The way the musician's fingers
glide
along
the
black
and
white
keys.
The way the musician plays
is
nothing
I've
ever
seen.
I feel nothing
but
one
feeling
watching
the musician play.
Everything about
the way the musician plays
is beautiful.
A smile cannot help
but spread across my lips
as the musician plays
a s
It happened too fast,
I was laughing,
smiling,
giggling like the little girl I am.
Then...
the next thing I know
...I'm...
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
As if the ground underneath
opened
up
and
swallowed
me
whole.
Screaming,
I look up to see
the light
getting further
and
further
...away...
getting s
Expression of The Old by WolfShadowHiruka, literature
Literature
Expression of The Old
Express yourself.
How?
Be your old self.
Why?
That way you won't be afraid.
Afraid of what?
Ever since you changed, you became timid.
Timid?
What happened to the tough loving daughter of mine?
Tough loving?
Grabbing people by the collar of their shirt,
threatening them,
cared less about what happened to them,
you didn't really care at all
about what people felt.
Who said I didn't care?
I always cared,
I just...
... I just...
I didn't know how,
... I didn't know how to express anything...
I'm not scary...
I'
Finally,
after a long time of waiting,
after longing for something she wanted
It was granted...
She smiled,
she laughed,
she loved him.
... and he loved her...
She got him to believe again.
To believe in something
he had long since
forgotten,
something he never felt.
Together...
they were happy...
She knew him,
and he knew her.
They were there for each other;
he was there to comfort her when she needed him,
she was there to listen to him,
that was all he wanted.
She wanted to express her feelings to him
but he wouldn't let her.
Don't touch
Two friends,
best of friends,
at least,
one of them considered the two of them to be.
Two hearts,
so different,
one is wide open,
left for the world to see,
the other,
closed and shut off,
doesn't dare let anyone get inside.
Two
completely
different
people,
a girl,
and a boy.
A dancer,
and a student.
An assassin,
and an agent.
A smile,
a sweet smile,
a gentle hand came into view.
Brown eyes looked up to meet the other,
one held a childish,
mischievous spark,
the other,
a stubborn,
yet joyful shine.
Music was play
Her day at school was a rough one, nothing went according to plan, her teacher was being, uncooperative, to say in a nicer way, and her closest friend didn't show up for class that day. It was the last day before she went on Christmas break, and during those weeks off she planned to relax and get a bit fat, much to her parents dismay. I'd run it off later, she thought to herself with a content smile as she drove back home. True, her day at school really wasn't all that bad, although a bit disappointing to say in the least, but she knew better and decided to not let that bother her. She drove through the snow ridden streets and smiled as s
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuriesHow can I not?
You've loved me as I've loved you
You've held me when I was at my worst
Only you knew who I really was
And just one mistake
Is all it will takeThat one mistake
That
silly
stupid
mistake...
Remember me for centuries
Hey, hey, hey
Remember me for centuriesSilly...
stupid...
... mistake...
Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong,
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke my heartWhy weren't you looking?
What were you focusi
It happened too fast,
I was laughing,
smiling,
giggling like the little girl I am.
Then...
the next thing I know
...I'm...
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
As if the ground underneath
opened
up
and
swallowed
me
whole.
Screaming,
I look up to see
the light
getting further
and
further
...away...
getting s
I am a freelance writer I guess you could say that... I've been told many times that I should get one but I never did and yet... Here I am!! I got one finally lol so uhm... ya.. enjoy my writings... I know I need to improve some but I'm still learning so DO NOT JUDGE ME!!!
Writing to me is like a way to let out emotions, I think of writing as art. All those pent up feelings inside you waiting to be released in some sort of passionate way. That's partially why I got a DeviantArt account, partially. Also, I use this site as my online journal (as you can so tell) and I don't mind it. I know someone I know will see it, either I told them to cuz I trust them that much or they heard about it and decided to check it out. But please, bear with me I'm only a minor, I don't have as much skill as the rest of you...
I have no idea when the last time was I wrote a journal entry... I've just been so out of it recently..
school is actually not that bad as of now-ish cuz being a junior is.. I have no idea what it is.. stressful? No?
what was that even? Who am I kidding? It is highly stressful I'm just so very very tired a majority of the time now and I have no time whatsoever for any of my friends and I feel so bad.. it's just.. I don't even know what it is but just very
heeeelloooooo my lovelies! how is all of you??? Good? Tired?
Well I hope ya'll are just fabulous 'cause I am! I am like a lot more than usual sooooo
I guess that's a good thing? I dunno but lately I've been in a good mood like I could fly kind of good mood
Buuuuuuuuut! As of late, school got out like on the 4th and now I'm like what do I do now?
I mean, I got homework sure but do I really have to do it like who has time to actually do it during their summer break???
I want nothing to do with school at the moment but my social life is officially dead as am I
I want to go out, do stuff with friends ya know? party hard!
okay it's been 2 weeks since I've been on winter break, I've spent the entire first week relaxing and sleeping 'til like 12 since I've been deprived of that for like the longest of time but I'm actually not one to talk since I know some people don't get sleep at all during school so ehhh but still I really don't like doing homework, especially bio like why, I know I need bio for when I get older but I don't like all the work, maybe if the class was more interesting? I want to actually look forward to learning in that class instead of looking forward to sleeping in class... not that I always get away with it cuz I'm a good student
but