A Love Letter
By
Death
Dear Humanity,
I am Death and I love you. I know this sounds like a strange concept but let me explain. I comfort you in extreme pain. I am always there waiting silently, longing to embrace you in my arms. I know that deep in the corners of your mind you think about me and there are even some of you that can't stop thinking about me. You see most of humanity has it wrong I am not the enemy of Life but her companion; she has you for a time then she gently gives you to me. While there are some of you that force her to violently throw you to me I hate that. You are not a game of catch. If I'm able to, I will throw you ba
Rage it feels my soul like a fire unable to be quenched. It grows in my mind burning and warming the corners of my brain. As I store it and pack it away to use as a weapon, a weapon of mass destruction that is . But it builds and builds as it reaches it's peak then it's full, it can't be contained any longer so it blows, and as this poisonous venomous rage flows is destroys everything and everyone in it's path, seeking and finding and even creating things to tear apart. It does not care what's in it's path, it just destroys it. Friendships perish, and lives are torn apart in it's wake. Hate and malice soon fill the air helping guide rage as n
A Love Letter
By
Death
Dear Humanity,
I am Death and I love you. I know this sounds like a strange concept but let me explain. I comfort you in extreme pain. I am always there waiting silently, longing to embrace you in my arms. I know that deep in the corners of your mind you think about me and there are even some of you that can't stop thinking about me. You see most of humanity has it wrong I am not the enemy of Life but her companion; she has you for a time then she gently gives you to me. While there are some of you that force her to violently throw you to me I hate that. You are not a game of catch. If I'm able to, I will throw you ba
Rage it feels my soul like a fire unable to be quenched. It grows in my mind burning and warming the corners of my brain. As I store it and pack it away to use as a weapon, a weapon of mass destruction that is . But it builds and builds as it reaches it's peak then it's full, it can't be contained any longer so it blows, and as this poisonous venomous rage flows is destroys everything and everyone in it's path, seeking and finding and even creating things to tear apart. It does not care what's in it's path, it just destroys it. Friendships perish, and lives are torn apart in it's wake. Hate and malice soon fill the air helping guide rage as n
Miraculous: to the moon and back by dragonrider56, literature
Literature
Miraculous: to the moon and back
It was 7:00 in the evening at the local school in Paris France and the students were attending a social dance provided by the staff. The students were having a lot of fun and were dressed as if it were a prom, to which in a way it was but that's Paris. The only one not enjoying herself was a young girl named marinette dupein-Chang. She sat in a chair alone on a far wall and watched as her friends had fun and laughed. She sat alone worried about a boy she had had a crush on since earlier in the year and wondered if he'd show up to the event. Then a young girl with brown skin, glasses and red hair walked up to Marinette and sat beside her
to swallow the stars. by t-writes-poems, literature
Literature
to swallow the stars.
one day,
they will set fire to this body,
but it will not burn,
for there is something
brighter and more lovely
than the ashes of my bones,
and tonight,
those words are written
in the hand of the dipper,
the face of the lion,
the tail of the scorpion,
strapped to the ceiling
above a shattering planet.
but when skies turn to oceans
and oceans to skies,
and Venus ignites
in the hills of God's eyes,
will i open my mind
to the very blood of life?
because someday
lightning will flicker across my skin
and rain will strea