The Beauty in FlightNothing left abovemy head butsky and sun.Too much below:land divided,bustling with activity.Nothing in frontexcept another seatand a glimmer of hope.Leaving behind everythingI know and arrivingto the unknown.The feeling is exhilaratingwith just a touch of fear:the feeling of adventure.A river is a thread.Cars and people are ants.Roads and highways are veins.Buildings: merely sprinkles scattered here and there.Boats aren’t in motion.Buildings and peoplethat were oncenumerousare replaced by thecalming brightnessof clouds and sun.
Confessions Chapter 6 (Percy Jackson X Reader)-----Percy’s Point of View-----It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, but I regretted it as soon as the dream started.******************************************************************************The room was dark, and the floors were bitter cold. The only source of light was a single bulb in the center of the room, but the only thing visible was what looked to be a large brick wall. I tried to move forward, trying to find out what was happening, but I couldn’t will my feet to move forward. I squinted, trying to make out what looked to be attached to the brick wall. Then I figured it out; it was (Y/N). She was curled up in a ball against the wall. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear her quiet sobs. She stayed that way for a moment until her head shot up all of a sudden, her bloodshot eyes darting around. She finally focused on one spot to her left. I could barely make out a silhouette coming ever so closely to her. (Y/N) shuddered and tried to scoot
My FreedomShut in my own endless world,Shut out the world around me,Not wanting to leave my solitude:The only place where I feel free.Characters start to come to life,Vivid images I can see,Going on an emotional journeyBut no one else will agree.These other lives that I live,They fill me up with gleeBut with enjoyment comes disappointment,A relieving and deadly fee.People try to make me leave my world,Saying that for me they worryBut once I start, I cannot leave,My mind is like a flurry,Blowing everywhere, refusing to stop,Covering everything in a fury.But there is no one who will understand,There will never be a “we”.When others tell me my enjoyments are wrong,It feels like I’m at the mercy of the jury,Awaiting for my punishmentAnd freedom that will never be.
Life of NumbersThese numbers run our lives.Too many, more and more.These numbers run our lives.Our future depends on a score.These numbers run our lives.Less time in the classroom.These numbers run our lives,Leading us to our doom.These numbers run our lives,Not enough time to learn.These numbers run our livesMaking us crash and burn.These numbers run our lives.Too many tests to take.These numbers run our lives.The scores are all fake.These numbers run our lives.Our intelligence is more than a number.These numbers run our lives.Now will you listen, sir?
Winter Change Chapter 16 (Jack Frost X Reader)~~~~~Normal Point of View~~~~~Your eyes widened in shock. You didn't want to believe the scene before you, but it was true: Pitch had shot Jack just like he had shot Sandy a couple of years ago.Bunnymund came into view and paused when he saw Jack on the ground. Then, he got mad. He balled his fists, and his nostrils flared. He grabbed his boomerangs and charged Pitch. Pitch hadn't know that Bunnymund was there so Bunnymund landed a blow in the face. However, Pitch, a bit stunned, recovered and fought back.You closed your eyes tightly and balled your own fists. Anger raged through you, running through each of your veins. At that moment, the weirdest thing happened. Paint covered your hands where the chains touched your wrists. You looked down and realized what has happening: the paint was there so you could slip your hands out; one if your powers. You quickly pulled the chains off and ran over to where Jack lay on his back, leaning over his pale, motionless body. Tears streamed down
Pathways of PassionMoms are roadways.There are millions of them on this planet:Some are old and worn down.Some are new and smooth.Some are short and some are long.Some lead to dead ends.Some look as if they will never end.Some branch off into many different roads and paths.These smaller paths are the most important:They lead to the heart, paved with love,And these roads will stay until the of time.Thanks for being my road.
Is It True?Things were said,You walked away,Our relationshipIs starting to fray.We don't speak,You don't even look my way,I hear everythingThat your friends have to say.I see you in the distance,The shy turning grey,Your eyes lock on mineLike a predator and prey.Time is frozenAs we both stay.Your gaze turns and goes.I whisper, “Everything will be okay."I ask if you'll forgive me.You reply, “I may."And with a smile, you kissed me.I promise to love you every day.
Always MeI’m sorry…I’m not perfect.I know I make mistakes.I’m sorry…Everything is my fault.I always mess up.I’m sorry…You’re mad at meWhen you should be mad at yourself.I’m sorry…I never do anything right,And you’re left to fix my mess.I’m sorry…I stay away becauseI know I’ll make you mad somehow.We both know it’s not always my fault,So why can’t you accept that?I’m sorry…