I strum the chords and the notes, they fall.
Into the hole, down they go
into the abyss, they endlessly call
to a love unseen, the hell that doesn't show.
I can see them now, hovering above the core.
They wait for me to decide.
Do I run, or do I want more?
Do I stay, or do I hide?
What tales we weave in barren hope,
In kindred spirit and loss of faith,
The lies we share for us to cope,
Worldly worries in which we shape.
For within glows a light so dim,
An empty cask, letter thin.
An evil stare, eyes glowing black.
The others still would not know,
The truth is out and what we lack,
Is the strength to push and cry,
To love and steal and kill.
Blood and Roses - Ch. 25 by woodaelphe79, literature
Literature
Blood and Roses - Ch. 25
The plane jolted when the tires hit the runway. I looked out my rain streaked window at the all too familiar airport of Baltimore MD, and quietly sighed to myself. I didn't have to say anything; Logan already knew what was on my mind and kept looking in the opposite direction, across the aisle where Tristan and John sat. Guilty conscience
As soon as the pilot gave the all clear to exit the plane, Logan stood up to retrieve our luggage from the overhead compartment. Of course, the only things Logan needed were a few pairs of spiffy suits. I sighed again, envious that he could pack so simply. Logan raised an eyebrow at me. Yeah-yeah, I k
I strum the chords and the notes, they fall.
Into the hole, down they go
into the abyss, they endlessly call
to a love unseen, the hell that doesn't show.
I can see them now, hovering above the core.
They wait for me to decide.
Do I run, or do I want more?
Do I stay, or do I hide?
What tales we weave in barren hope,
In kindred spirit and loss of faith,
The lies we share for us to cope,
Worldly worries in which we shape.
For within glows a light so dim,
An empty cask, letter thin.
An evil stare, eyes glowing black.
The others still would not know,
The truth is out and what we lack,
Is the strength to push and cry,
To love and steal and kill.
Blood and Roses - Ch. 25 by woodaelphe79, literature
Literature
Blood and Roses - Ch. 25
The plane jolted when the tires hit the runway. I looked out my rain streaked window at the all too familiar airport of Baltimore MD, and quietly sighed to myself. I didn't have to say anything; Logan already knew what was on my mind and kept looking in the opposite direction, across the aisle where Tristan and John sat. Guilty conscience
As soon as the pilot gave the all clear to exit the plane, Logan stood up to retrieve our luggage from the overhead compartment. Of course, the only things Logan needed were a few pairs of spiffy suits. I sighed again, envious that he could pack so simply. Logan raised an eyebrow at me. Yeah-yeah, I k
My head was all divided,
in shelves,filed.
There was happiness,
guilt, love and pain.
Insecurity, madness,
hope, all in my brain.
But above all of those,
was the one I never chose.
The heaviest one,
right above happiness,
just about to collapse,
Was sadness.
It was becoming heavier.
I could feel it becoming deadlier.
I didn't know why,
but I felt I was about to cry.
After all that weight,
I couldn't keep my head straight.
The shelf came down,(crashing everything below)
Messing up my mind.
Breakdown.
My mind was blind.
I didn't know what to do,
how to feel.
All I felt was sadness,
the rest was torn apart, killed.
Suddently, my life was ov
What tales we weave in barren hope,
In kindred spirit and loss of faith,
The lies we share for us to cope,
Worldly worries in which we shape.
For within glows a light so dim,
An empty cask, letter thin.
An evil stare, eyes glowing black.
The others still would not know,
The truth is out and what we lack,
Is the strength to push and cry,
To love and steal and kill.
Hey there! My name is Leanna. I live with my amazing husband John and his dog Wally in Texas. If you're visiting my page you will probably notice that I haven't done much on here in a while. I had worked on a vampire romance for a while but since stopped because... well life happens. Anyway, I love to write and plan to eventually go back and rewrite the majority of my story since my writing has improved (a lot) and my old writing is just... well trash. I tend to write random poems and short stories that may or may not be garbage, but feel free to read at your leisure. And if you're wondering, yes that is a picture of me as a baby. Why? Because I can.
Favourite genre of music: everything except country Operating System: Windows 10 MP3 player of choice: My android phone (God this questionnaire is frickin' old. MP3 player? Really?) Favourite cartoon character: Pooh!! Personal Quote: There is always a way
Favourite Visual Artist
That is impossible to answer.
Favourite Movies
Interstellar, Gravity, Arrival
Favourite TV Shows
Naruto, SAO
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Too many to choose
Favourite Books
Frankenstein, 1984, Next, Sphere, other Michael Chrichton books, Harry Potter
Favourite Writers
Michael Chrichton, Anne Rice, and JK Rowling
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy Games, Shadow of the Colossus, Assassin's Creed
Just posted a new poem that isn't great. But the only way to hone these 'mad skillz' would have to be via practice. So, new poem... possibly garbage. Gotta refresh my vocabulary so I'll probably take <Nathanomir (https://www.deviantart.com/nathanomir) 's advice and pull out the good 'ole thesaurus.
Holy frickin' crap. I am reading over Blood and Roses and cringing the whole way. It's been YEARS since I've read or even really thought about this stuff and it sucks. The story itself, or the general idea of the story, doesn't suck, but the writing is horrendous. Rewriting this is going to take a LOT of work and I don't even know when I am going to start. Of course, I'm also aware that virtually no one is reading this, but that's not really the point. It's for me to write out my feelings, thoughts and overall condition in order to think more clearly. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
John and I have returned from our vacation... like two weeks ago! LOL
I've been busy catching up with my work that I haven't had much time to do anything else.
We had so much fun and took lots of pictures which I've uploaded, so feel free to check them out. It was great! We drove a total of 1,031 miles. Crazy!! But it was fun!
Thankies! You should check out my fanfiction.net account. I just put one up there I think you'll like too; It's called The Spandex League and was based on a Sherlock Holmes story (The Red-headed League). It's here: [link]