The Rain
I'm depressed, its late, i can't sleep, and my whole area is flooded. my heart goes out to my mate, not a day goes by i don't think about you. what you read here is not quite a story, not quite a poem. it's just...or will be a fragment of my past.
Quietly and slow
It's good that we don't know What tomorrow may bring Because would you want to stay, If it's the same thing? Still hiding, afraid Not feeling ready to play These cards in my hands I just cannot throw away Maybe I'll slip out Quietly and slow...
- Celesteon - Reunion Arc - Ch. 1
A sudden noise jerks her out of her depressing state of mind and she listens for it again. the noise sounds again and she immediately sighs in relief and pure happiness. "i never really appreciated the sound of his snoring until now."
Dooley
Walking. The world around moving past slowly but surely, the feel of cool grass and cold rock beneath feet sure in their path. Hatred, that's what flowed through his veins whenever he saw his reflection; hatred for his life, hatred for his previous...
My Cell
I wrote this poem back in 2009-2010 when i was really sad and depressed. feeling better now but i think that this is one of my best works.
The Journey Home
The journey home is difficult when you have no place to call your own especially when it seems everyone and everything in the world is against you for who you are and what you want to be. Depend on no one as you cannot expect someone to pick you up and...
I Feel As If It's Too Late For Me
Anyways,this is my first uploaded poem,hope you guys enjoy my depression.
Forever & Always
**Here's just a short story I typed up to get away from my other series. It isn't as long as i would have liked it, but it works. This is just meant to be a stand alone story,** **there probably won't be anymore. Anyways, i hope you enjoy. I was...
A Small Chance
I didn't want him to hear the depression in my voice. i just stood in the middle of the open area as i heard the silver wolf walk closer to me. "whats your name?" he asked me.
Words on a paper 2
Your souls, tearing at the strings of fate, wishing they were not of this earth. Has the high power forsaken us? Are we simply an experiment gone wrong? No matter what your choice is, you can't change what is meant to be. You hear the cries of the...
Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 4
Happiness, a thing I lacked thoroughly Sadness, a thing I felt deeply Wondering in a wanderer's path Wondering about my own wrath As I flew in the air of heavy thoughts I saw many grieves as huge spots As I viewed myself from the reflection I...
Horizons: Chapter 1
Now no longer hungry and lack of edible food, he sunk into a deeper depression. he went into the living room and decided to watch television. hopefully there was something funny on and that was what he needed.