The spirits of the lost souls,
forgiven and forgotten.
But forced to live through
this horrible place.
Poor poor souls,
having to see such
Greed,
Pain,
Abuse,
Starvation,
Murder,
Suicide,
Dictatorship.
Poor poor souls,
Supposed to rest.
But instead, they see
What terror we put ourselves through.
Those poor children and animals,
constantly abused,
And yet we carry on,
Not worried for those souls,
Not worried for the lost,
The forgotten...
Yet the souls live on,
whispering in the wind...
Sometimes I start to wonder, where my
childhood went.
When did I stop playing with
dolls,
and stop holding my mother's hand
in the parking lot.
Sometimes I wish my memories were
hardened in cement.
More than pictures on the walls,
or flowers soon to wilt.
You never know when you'll die,
it could be tomorrow.
Hug when you say goodbye,
so no ones left in sorrow.
Die with no regrets, your life is
too short for pain.
Life is such a simple word, but
complicated just the same.
But we live it, and we suffer &
we smile.
We don't know when it's over,
so enjoy it for a while.
That's L I F E.
"I hate you"
The words echo through empty halls
"But I still love you"
The same voice calls back
"You hurt me"
Calls a second voice
"But it felt nice"
It said again
"You killed me inside"
Called the first voice
"But I have never felt more alive"
It said again
"You called me the devil"
Said the second voice
"But then swore I was your angel"
It echoed in the same voice
"You always ran from me"
said the first voice
"But welcomed my comfort"
it said again
"I hate you"
Called the second voice
"But I love you"
She pointed to the clouds in the sky, black and heavy.
She pointed to the grains of sand
She pointed to the powerful waves
She pointed to the grass
She pointed to him.
"All those added up are how much I love you."
He smiles and then the rain came down and crackled.
But then,
She pointed to the rain, which was pouring on their unprotected heads
"Add up all those raindrops, and that's how much I hate you"
It can't be perfect again by HikariTheFishy, literature
Literature
It can't be perfect again
The soul is like paper.
Say something mean, and it crumples.
Say something sweet, and it's straightened.
But it becomes a cycle.
Turning, reversing happiness,
to an abundance of melancholy.
The feeling of alone-ness.
And slowly crumpling and uncrumpling.
And during the process,
becoming softer.
And softer.
And softer.
Until eventually, it rips.
Torn, and crumpled.
Just like a spirit.
Because the soul is like paper.
Once it's crumpled, it can't be perfect again.
Mother, I'm thirsty for knowledge.
But I can't find advice in the kitchen fridge.
Brother, I'm a'fishin for courage.
Though, it seems tides are low in your empty eyes.
And Daddy I'm a waitin for your music,
a simple tune to help me smile, when I frown.
But it seems, love isn't handed down.
Some days I hope, others I dream,
That things aren't really as they seem.
But it seems to me, that reality, is a figment of imagination.
Love is merely persuasion,
and life is but a dream.
I will row, row, row my boat.
-straight down memory stream.
I will ride on my unicorn,
down the road of my broken dreams.
And I will rise up from the ash
We're off to see the Akatsuki! Ch. 1 by HikariTheFishy, literature
Literature
We're off to see the Akatsuki! Ch. 1
OC # 1: Koi Harukai-
5'6, 110 lbs. 17 years. Wavy brown hair, glasses, brown eyes. Older of the two best friends, can't decide when put on the spot.
OC # 2: Mika Sotowa-
5'2, 100 lbs. 17 years. Curly brown hair, brown eyes. Younger of the two (derp) and a hemophobe.
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"My feet hurt." Koi grumbled.
After a day of walking, the duo stopped and placed the tent over loamy soil.
"Well, we have been walking all day." Mika pointed out.
"I know that. But that tree..." Koi paused and pointed at the tree. "WE'VE PASSED IT ABOUT A MILLION TIMES!" Koi shouted.
Mika looked at the map. Analyzing it quickly, she looked up.
"Koi-sama..... Are you
We often lose sight of the little things.
The stark silence of the moonlight.
The crisp breeze in the morning.
The soft ticking of the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Like a metronome.
The music in the elevator,
It's always just.... There.
The empty room in the twilight.
So silent.
But if it sounds better quiet,
Leave it that way.
We're off to see the Akatsuki! Ch. 2 by HikariTheFishy, literature
Literature
We're off to see the Akatsuki! Ch. 2
Itachi's P.O.V
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Taking a glance at our shadows, I knew that the sun was out. The heat blistering into our hideout. Kisame sat in a puddle of water to cool off, 'Tobi' constantly splashing at him.
"Itachi."
My attention turned to Leader-Sama. I stood calm and collected. As usual .
"I'm going to need you and Deidara to-"
But Deidara interrupted.
"No way , un! I'm not going ANYWHERE with that Uchiha."
He spat.
Leader-sama glared at him.
"DON'T cut me off Deidara. You guys are going to bring Koi and Mikawa to us. Immediately."
I sighed.
"No mindless bombing on the way Deidara."
He sighed.
"Everybody's a critic, hmm."
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Icy lake
Recently, I feel as though my reason to exist is...well, nonexistent. I feel that I'm here for nothing, just taking up space. You know? I guess I just feel drained, and unusually depressed. It's unlike me to feel as if I were to die right now, I'd be nothing but another statistic. And that's the sad truth. I've been doubting everything righteous I hear, and feeling abandoned by those closest to me. I feel like sometimes I'm pestering those who I approach with my problems and troubles. I think that there's nothing left for me to do anymore.
I know that I shouldn't feel like this, but is it really bad to question your existenc
I'm removing a lot of unnecessary things here, and editing a few that have potential.
I've changed a few things, but know I'm still exactly the same 'HikariTheFishy' I was about a year ago.
I've just matured a whole lot recently, and want to get rid of the evidence of any terribly misspelled drabbles here, improper grammar there.
It's almost been an entire year since I've joined dA, and my experience here has changed my perspective entirely.
There are so many more sides to art I've yet to open up to, but I can ensure that a year on here was what it took to create a better image of the art community.
I'm devoting more time of mine to stu