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A Day For RedemptionThe Vampire Diaries. Elena/Elijah.
Takes place within season 3 and into 4. Three-parter.
This ship may have sunk long ago but fear not!
I brought life rafts.
It was always about the little things. The parts of a woman most men would look over in search of the more commonly sought out attributes. While she carried the unrelenting natural beauty of her ancestors, to him, it was the way her voice of reason reached his ears before she spoke; how she tucked away his promises deep beneath the determined cross of her arms over her chest and kept them there faithfully. And in the warmth of her eyes; he'd never seen a sight so magnificent as when they lit daringly with her negotiations, as if she didn't already expect his compliance to whatever obstacle she chose to throw in his path. As if he were no threat to her at all.
He had always held a tender spot for such a fire.
What he hadn't expected was for her to match him in the skill of observation to an almost unnerving lev
Our Darkest Days Ch. 1"The one bright light in Asgard is its darkest soul."
Within lies a tale of darkness and strife.
And unimagined change.
He hung his head over the book in his lap, dark unruly hair spilling over drooped shoulders. He had missed the distant explosion entirely.
Though his eyes searched the pages, their contents were lost from his sight. Foul memories took the place of words, playing over and over again without fail. Plaguing him as he sat simmering – rotting away in a tomb of white. Handcuffed and gagged before being stowed away in a cage as if he were nothing more than a unruly beast.
What he always had been in their eyes he supposed.
He had only tried to master the task that befell upon him. The task he had been granted on the day of his birth.
He would have finally had a kingdom of his own without the foolish Allfather or his wretched brother there to get in his way. It was so close, he had almost tasted it. A bright glimpse of glory o
PushYour methods are punishment
the way your words fooled
a snug chest cavity into
If I could mislead you, I would not
with a sharp-tongued allegory
but with the intimate force
of two small hands
Searing overburdened shoulders
fingernails against blades
reading ruined skin
one last time
Delicately severing our
CowardiceI found I still enjoy the swing set…
Guess I’ve never really been grounded
while that song of ours played on the radio.
I really felt it though.
It was as if you where there again.
Like you never left in the first place,
that contagious smile still splitting your face
Reality set with the falling sun…
My stomach growing sour as I swayed
the pattern reminding me of the one I broke.
The sickly sweet laugh that made me choke.
How am I supposed to sleep sound now?
Knowing that as this day gives to night,
I have simply turned my back toward right
In VeinThere is but one
That I let in
Free to crawl
Under my skin
You twist, you turn
Through every vein
Blood and shame
It's what you do
My gift to you
I am me
With you within
In need of you
Under my skin
How hard it is
Being so strange
myself, in vein
You love me,
Love with pride
Bury my wounds
Not your eyes
Monster and the Martyr Ch. 1 A Vampire Diaries fanfic.
The door creaking open resonated throughout the hollow frame of the rickety farmhouse.
She rose from the couch she had been sitting as still as possible on, waiting anxiously for what was to come. The vampire that they claimed put all others to shame. All but one.
The nearing echo of languid footsteps drew her attention to the entry way. Her heart raced faster in her chest as the sound grew louder.
He entered first, Rose and Trevor keeping their distance behind him as he came to a short stop at the sight of her. Cold eyes took her in, holding her own with an intensity that sent ice clear to her bones. She just barely had time to register the surprise on his features, nearly matching her own, before he vanished from view.
Faster than Elena could blink, he was before her. Inches from her. Towering over her. Cold eyes hardening to stone as they flickered across every inch of her face.
He filled her senses. All she saw was black. His tailored suit. The sce
Pain InflamedI found a sheet of paper
and filled it with my pain
words then turned to ashes
as the letter danced in flame
The pen dispersed my anguish
shading once blank pages black
my cramped, determined fingers
fought to end hidden attacks
A match struck at the corner
sent my sorrows glowing bright
the dark swirls of redemption
spiraled to refreshing heights
Remains were sent to Heaven
lifted upon a gentle breeze
my fingers slightly blackened
my troubled heart set free
Tortured SoulI have found myself somewhat careless
the way my mind softly whispers your name
how I now have to struggle to hold you in
my clenched teeth, your prison sentence
Failing, my mind conjures up false delusions
your presence, your brow furrowed in thought
your eyes testing my wit, jaw taught with want
for these precious moments of mine, you exist
Standing just steps from me, still unreachable
my own personal torture, yet I revel in it willingly
the distance between us, my unyielding bonds
feet glued to where they now tremble, my lashing
Such a silly mess, to fear one's own creation
my heart screaming your name in frantic beats
watery eyes fasten shut, until alone once more
though the spirit that is you still flows within me
ResignationDowning milk like gin
sleep fails me again
due to a heavy heart,
an alliance torn apart
This hallow night aides
as the darkness invades
your half of our flame
now doused by my shame
I toyed with your hand
like I did with our plans
their undoing, my fault
wounds laced with salt
I loved you; still do
but there is more to you
than this tragic little town
and me holding you down
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To puruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life, a ‘stalker’
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
This I Who I
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
Our Last ChanceIf the world turned its back on us
and God chose to resign
I would find a way to show you
that you always have been mine
As mountains fall into the Earth
and lives are ground to dust
I will bury words within your skin
while deflecting your disgust
Fires render oceans dry,
bodies in their wake,
You and I alone remain
with one frail chance to take
Toppled buildings, shattered glass,
the last rain we'll ever see,
but your fear of us cuts deeper
than all the sky hurls down at me
So when the world comes to halt
and pitches one last fit
whether in this life or not,
we will make it.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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