Cheater!ReaderxGreece~What he doesn't know~ by 1meh8, literature
Literature
Cheater!ReaderxGreece~What he doesn't know~
Trying to hide things from Heracles was a little difficult. For some reason he could always tell when you were lying, or sad, or any other type of mood that wasn't your normal. And lately, you weren't being yourself.
"You don't seem to communicate much with me anymore." he said calmly as you were passing through the room. Your body stopped, and your brain tuned in to what he had to say.
"Is anything wrong?"
You stood there, a little stunned. What made him think of all this now?
"Of course not!" you lied. If he were looking at you, you would have been done for. Your face was red and starting to sweat. You were....hiding something in yo
Juicefast is officially over! by griffsnuff, journal
Juicefast is officially over!
10 days ago, I decided to go on a juice fast that was going to last 10 days. Eating nothing else but juice. I did consume some vegetables and fruit aswell now here and there. But mostly juice.
Positives
:bulletpink: I FEEL SO good and healthy.
:bulletpink: I lost probably around 10 pounds.
:bulletpink: No headaches or stomac pains, which I usually have now and then.
:bulletpink: SO MUCH MORE ENERGY
:bulletpink: my skin looks a lot healthier.
:bulletpink: I can consume vegetables/fruits I hate which is good for me by just mixing them with other stuff. Brilliant!
Negatives
:bulletred: SO much waste of fruit/vegetable meat, and always
When Your Best is Not Good Enough by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
When Your Best is Not Good Enough
Don't speak.
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Practice Poem - Man In Cage by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Practice Poem - Man In Cage
Practice Poem - Man in Cage:
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending
Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration
Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration:
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the li
Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy
Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
I Can't Devour You, Not Yet by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
I Can't Devour You, Not Yet
I Can't Devour You, Not Yet:
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crum
I feel the rhythm of his heart,
beneath the boards the beating starts;
as reason from my mind departs,
I fall apart, I fall apart.
The men who knocked upon my door,
not knowing what's beneath my floor
will want to settle up the score -
I do implore, I do implore
This guilt breaks conscience with my lie -
my wracking sobs and wretched sighs.
I never meant for him to die.
It was his eye, it was his eye!