What If They Were Real
The fanfiction is from my point of view, i hope you read and enjoy it! there may be a little bit of cursing. :p chapter 1: my life i woke up at half past six in the morning by my alarm. it was monday - the day i hate the most.
Next...
Next... With a steady hand I broke the band to be more than the memory could show The future always a past realization, the present seems more able to grow Beyond & above the times I cherish, & moments I'll always love Seconds make up what's...
Lie-f...
Night thoughts - 50 - Y knot... Lie-f... Among mystery, among the lost Lies a price paid beyond any cost Division only in thought, revision ever on the edge Many look to quickly what lies below the unthinkable ledge Surrounded by much, not many...
---Lightly timing...---
of view long taken before my time i seek only comfort, presentation, understanding among each rhyme ---thanks for reading--- --
Friction-all...
of view with this, standards for common sense can't be found, there's nothing really new emotions take up most of the space where one could find skill empathy & sympathy seem to make up most of what's become of a worthwhile thrill it's beyond
Night thoughts - 21. - because why not
Night thoughts - 21. - because why not Eh-Co. - - - Language is a certain noise, made to give peace to uncertainty, when with others, who want to simply go about the day without worry It's something honestly alarming, even considered, if used a...
It Started With a Night of Fright (Spera's View 1)
Is this worth re-writing in gabrel's point of view? what do you think spera knows is coming to gabrel? and one more question to get you thinking on the story line, why would the bad guys want in the military base?
Humbled...
Humbled... Surrender to something you can't see Divide what can only live when it needs to hide, let worry be free Silence the cells that hold hurt motions already made Set the vivid fears aside in the sun & watch them fade Kneel to...
Way't...
Way't... Slow to the music, fast to the times I admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes Money never a part, the places I saw worth while I keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile Luck more than...
B-4...
B-4... Try as I might, the slips & struggles keep me in continuous clockwork discovery Seeing what's been sighted, fought for, wronged, & righted throughout history So many sitting on a thought long forgotten, seen as not enough Too many with...
Ment-all
Ment-all... Among my day, my actions were those chosen with eyes closed Chosen out of opportunities never proposed I knew better, or so I thought as I lost my way Even in the dark, memories of wrong & right were hard to say The floor...
Deep-ending...
Deep-ending... Sifting through yesterday, I find a bill I have to pay One for tomorrow to not be such a surprise One I'd like to pay before my inevitable demise Such an amount that one may simply look the other way One of which, comes in handy on...