A Violet Shade Of Death :DraftShe followed her gut on this...for when her family was missing the best bet was to follow her gut , at least that's what she'd learned through out the years. The young woman continued on her way humming as the sound of leaves crunching beneath her bare feet echoed in her ears. The forest was dark now only the gentle light of a crescent moon allowed her to see ahead of her. Cory. She growled in her mind. The only time she was counting on her usually sleepy and lazy younger brother to watch their other siblings while she was gone was the time the idiot helped them with their less then genius adventure plans.
New Lives And Gift KnivesNEW LIVES AND GIFT KNIVES The older girl was careful to avoid going in the streets so instead she takes the back way to her home stepping in through the back door. Letting out a sigh of relief when she finds a note telling her that Kaleb has left to go help their parents in the next town over. She slowly makes her way to one of the well furnished guest rooms setting Kathedral down. She starts to gently and carefully clean the young girl up. Reaching out to brush the young girl’s hair she allows herself to hum softly. Most of the pieces of cloth and water bowls she uses are dirty with a muddy brown and hints of purple and red. As Looking at Kate with her clean skin and tangle free hair sleeping peacefully looking calm. Niko decides it's her turn to clean up. She grabs one of the fluffy white towels from the bedside before silently leaving the guestroom allowing her protégé to rest. Nikoletta sheds her torn dirty clothes on her way to
Beauty Vs. BeastBEAUTY VS. BEASTNiko has heard that when a mentor’s Protégé is in trouble the necklace is to react and tell the tattoo to burn as a signal they need help. Without much thought said mentor rushes from her house into the throng of town people. Weaving expertly through the crowd it feels like an eternity before she spots Kate and the demon attacking her with long claws red beady eyes and peeling skin. Some of the men in the village are trying to kill the demon and failing miserably. Niko knows better than to fight the abomination in front of others. So despite her pride she lets out a blood curling feminine scream drawing the demons attention to her before running into thick woods outside the village. Nikos Heart sinks when she hears a whimper from behind her. Stopping and facing the demon realizing it still had its filthy hand around Kate’s neck. A hellish growl rips from Nikoletta’s throat. Her eyes seem to darken much like tare col
Necklaces And Tattoos NECKLACES AND TATTOOSThe hazel eyed girl leads the way in to her humble abode. The sight was quite unsettling for Kathedral. Nikoletta is never one to just give in or take something laying down but nevertheless she follows the older girl inside."now Kathedral-" Nikoletta begins"Kate. Not Kathedral" Kate interrupts"Okay Kate. I'm Niko. Anyway you are going to need this" Niko hands the younger girl a thin silver chain necklace with a small X with a line going horizontally through it. Niko watches Kate take the necklace examining it with the look of complete confusion and curiosity. Niko gently takes it back putting it around the young Burnett's neck."Keep it on always but never let anyone see it. In a few months or maybe a year you will get a tattoo of that symbol on your wrist that will indicate that you are full member of the sisterhood. The nec
Welcome To The Family WELCOME TO THE FAMILYThe sun has yet to shine its warming rays on the land of the small village. In one of the many houses still covered in the dark of the autumn night in a large well-kept room lays a young woman covered head to toe with a warm white quilt sleeping on her queen sized bed. Light blue curtains hang from the four banisters at each corner of her resting place. Soft snores drift in through the walls from the room next to hers where her older brother is resting. All is peaceful and tranquil until a load bang forces its way into the sleeping girls’ ears. Her bright hazel eyes slowly drift open. Lazily she sits up; unwrapping herself from her warm cozy cocoon. Dark black hair with shades of brown woven through falls in front of her face. The young woman gently removes the dark strands while gliding her feet to the floor. The
Roles We PlayIn life we are all assigned a character to play a script that we never auditioned for we just wanted to be ourselves is that society has told us that's what people encourage but they want you to conform so naturally the society gives us line from the script we're different we must play out the character in a story line that we don't always get to choose. When we finally get a chance to be ourselves we are not sure that the person next to us is fully them or their character because we ourselves have trouble distinguishing who we really are the person society and others want us to be. It's cruel things now that we are all actors in some way or another and we don't get paid for it. We have to go through and do it act say what's appropriate for what society has deemed is okay or us that day. So our friends people we love in people we are close to have their role to play as well and sometimes their role in our character are not written in the same script for long in that we are not always a
Oh SpringOh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.Oh, tell the sun,Oh, the wonderful sun,To bring her warmth and come,To Shine down on the things that need to be done.Oh, whisper to the flowers,Oh, the beautiful flowers,Remind them to bloom,To show themselves soon.Oh, Yell to the waters,Oh, the magnificent waters,Urge them to flow,And never their currents slow.Oh, greet new life,Oh, innocent new life,Smile at them from all around,Let them listen you your calming sound.Oh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.
Army Of One Only few seem to care Though they’re never there To see my broken body Strangers stare at me oddly They know me they say Let them leave as they may An actress in public A dying soul being robotic Pills don’t numb the pain Razor blades give my skin bloody stains The bullet let the ease came Another lost fight hires on the screen How life could be so mean So at least the end we are an army of one Not a lot got done Now to find put who won some believe death is a gift Others a curse Scared body; secret broken soul lefts
Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.No not at all.All the mistakes I can't take back,Only makes another crack.I wish I could sit on the wall.For I'm only a porcelain doll.I don't want to break,From all the memories and love the demons take.
What Certain People of Tumblr Don't UnderstandThere is literally nothing wrong with being cis,your very existence does not make you transphobic.You are not an oppressor by default,do not blame yourself for someone else’s transphobia,because it’s not your fault. Racism isn’t restricted to just whites.Anyone can be a racist,you need only express a prejudice.Sexism is practically the same,no matter the gender,it goes both ways.Mental illness is not some fad,it’s not something to be tossed around so freely,like some badge.It’s not something you can self-diagnose you have,therefore using it as an excuse to act like an ass.There is a stigma created when you act out, you see.And the world associates mental illnesswith your disgusting tendencies.It is horrific and cruel to use mental illness as an excuse,especially when the illness you claim to have is notaffecting you.Feminism is not for every boy, man, woman or girl.It is not a cure that will heal inequality in our world.Pushin
I'm Sorry For Being a RapistI'm sorry for being a rapist,though I never even touched you.I'm sorry for assaulting you,though all I did was gently brush you.We were in a crowded subway,what more could you expect?Someone bumped up against me,and my raised hand went to your chest.I'm sorry for being abusive,even though I'm just three.I'm sorry for crying in front of you,because I’m supposed to be strong.I'm sorry for being gay,because society doesn't like it that way.I'm sorry for being your boss,even though I worked extremely hard.As opposed to you, I came from nothing,and had to earn my family's butter and bread.We escaped a communist country,from a government who wanted us dead.But you wouldn't know that,because to you we're all the same.I'm sorry for calling you a bitch,after you carelessly called me a bastard.Or calling you a slut,when you cheated on my friend, and his life ended in self inflicted disaster.I'm sorry for earning more than you,but you know you can go to court.And
Being Cis Isn't EasyBeing Cis is EasySo I suppose that when I was kicked out last night,for being gay,that my pain meant nothing,because let’s face it, i'm cis, anyway.I think that the marks on my wrist are just ketchup stains,because i'm cis, so I can't bleed,Did you know, I'm invincible to pain?Racism isn't a thing if you're a cisgendered male,be you black, white or whatever,you can't experience racism, so why even tell?Misandry nor misogyny exist of your cis,so girls and boys, let's stop this confusion,let's just do away with this.Depression, huh! Do you mean a cry for attention?Because if you're cis and experiencing this,don't bother mentioning it.And you can't be bullied, you cis scum!So stop telling us that you are,because we know you're just making it up.A broken family, bitch please!Everyone knows thatcisgendered brats have everything. Call me stingy, but I ask one thing,I beg of you to keep thelabel “cis” away from me.Because you love to put us al
Control"Please stop, you're scaring me"They cried with tears shed.I'm well acquainted with the voicesThat live in my head.They make me so angry.I'm as cold as ice.They dare me to do things.They're my greatest vice.But they aren't my issue.The issue here is me.The demons don't do this.The demons aren't free."Please don't do this"With voices so old.This is my body.I'm the one in control.
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,That spreads like the plague,Until there's nothing left,But for those with autism,Instead.But why,When we're normal human beings,Like you?Yes we are different,But isn't everyone else,Like for those who are bright,While other's are dumb?Sure our brains are wired,All over the place,Making it harder,For us to think.But it doesn't matter,When no one's the same.And Believe me,This world would be a bore,If we knew our every move,Knowing what everyone would do.So let's hear it:Am I a disease,Or a living human being?
numb.walk the edge of disasterlike you are one yourself;don’t pretend –bethe hurricane offeringrain to the earth and whenthe cruel wind ripsit away, laugh at theburn it leaves behindjust to feelsomething.(anything)
He Wore My Makeup AgainAt least it wasn't a dress this time,but I know that my boyfriendhas something to hide.When I'm not looking, he takes my purse,uses my make up to cover the hurts.Dabs his fingers into my foundation,taps it on his face, with handsas skilled as a physician.The brush he rubs down the angles of his cheek.He should be thankful that he'sthe same complexion as me.I've never seen him with a bare face,whenever he's with me,the make up will stay.At least he hasn't used my lipstickyet, I don't know how I wouldfeel about him adorned in red.And my eye shadow, he seems to leave alone,it seems he uses my make up,just for an even tone.Perhaps he'll progress to using the rest,and then I suppose then, he'll startwearing a dress.I guess it's slow, this painful transition.I just want him to say it,he's already got my attention.I get it he's a cross dresser, he has to be right?Isn't that what men who want tobe women describe themselves like?I think I'll confront him about his f
anything.i talk about youto every person i meetthey don't know youand i can tell them anything.i can be honest about the severity of the firein your eyesor i could lie and say you love metoo.i could say you bought me rosesand wrote poems about metoo.i could say you hold mewhile i cryand send me texts every morningasking how i slepteven though you know i didn't sleep at allbecause we were talking on the phoneabout the universe and van goghat 2 am.or i could even say that i don't love you.i could say you love me like crazy,but i don't love you back,that you're the one existing with each separate pulseof a broken heartand that i get a good night's sleepnot worrying at all.i could,but i don't.instead i show them the bloodon my shirtfrom where my skin is drenchedfrom erratic and choppy heartbeatsthat stutter and cutwhen you look at meor when i hear your voicetalking somewhere away.i could lie to these peoplebecause they don't know youand they don't know me,i
nervously with you.did you know i was scaredto touch youbecause i've only held booksand paper planesall my life;i did not think my handswere strong enough to holdall the galaxiesinside your soul.
Now you are an angelNow you are an angel,For only angels come when you die.We close our eyes,Hearing your angels lullaby.Now you are an angel.