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What happens to the girl who pities her demons...? Aren’t they hurting too?

Vera

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How do you grow...? (Pt. 1)

Your arms were my castle

But now they’re my cage

Yet I’m a willing victim

Unwilling to turn the page

And move on to better things

Better places

The phone rings

Your voice brings me back

Every single time

You ask me how I am

I settle for just fine

Is this fine?

Sleepless Thoughts, Entry #1

I’m trying to remember a time I wasn’t plagued by crippling loneliness...

The ‘Hero’ Life.

Dying heroically is so much easier

Than living heroically, I feel

The constant scars from

Trying to do the right thing

Never seem to heal

This life seems like a burden

Maybe some sort of curse

One I wish I was released from

But still I fear the worst

That I’d never be a hero

Or even make a dent

In all the pain and suffering

Of the planet I’ve been sent

So I’ll continue walking

Wandering from here to there

Trying to send my message

To people everywhere

If we can all commit to

Standing together, playing our part

We all could lead the lives of heros

And it wouldn’t have to be so hard

sunken-standard

For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

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Hmm, I actually would like to know?

Some days, I can just hear myself breaking...

It hurts..

Vera S.

When the Dam Breaks

My self doubt is a strong dam

My creative pool swirls in one place going nowhere

But the itch to create as begun to race up and down my arms

My hands burn

The damn shatters

Dramatically.. violently

The words pour

The art flows

I feel alive again

It won’t be long before I stagnate once more

Still, I look forward to another flood

ninasdrafts

“In the end we were nothing more than the ghost of a story whispered about round the smoldering remains of a bonfire, a soft song carried by the breeze. A footprint left behind in wet sand, faded with time and washed away by the tide. After all these years, the beginning of our tale still sat on the tip of my tongue, and I was ready to spill like an overflowing sink, ready to fix the frayed thread of memory and weave it into something that would outlast us. But the words never came when I called upon them. They got lost in translation, vanished between the lines, and while I was a storyteller powerless without her words, you evolved and changed, the person I’d known slowly turning into some kind of young god. Invincible and clad in gold, you towered over me, reminding me of the wrong choices I made, of the mistakes that paved my way. But I was not the only one at fault. Even gods bled. Even legends died, when no one was around to speak about them. Despite my better judgement, I kept you alive. Through wishes made upon the stars in the dead of night, through hopeful thoughts I shared with no one, through dreams as vivid as memory. In keeping you alive, I made certain that I would always remain a part of your story. And I made certain that the legend you were would always remain a part of mine.”

— of gods and legends / n.j.

Crash

I think something broke

But in the destruction

I was made whole

Things are so much clearer

Walking among the ruins

Nothing stands in my way