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HeartbreakThe world is so empty without you in it.
Everything that I cared for and held dear,
disappeared when you fled.
So long you spent,
living a lie,
letting me think I was enough for you,
only to leave me there in the dark,
wondering where all the light in my life went.
You're not the first one to pick up and leave,
many others have come and gone before you.
But you're different,
because I gave you my heart,
and you never gave it back.
You shattered it,
into a million pieces
with your lies,
and your selfishness.
You stole my heart,
and broke it.
You now remind me of why I hate others so,
you embody just as much greed as they do.
I can no longer draw a picture of you,
and find every stroke beautiful,
just like I used to
because my blood,
were used to paint that picture.
they are all I see when I look at you.
And everywhere I look,
I see you.
Jiunemm 4I froze up, startled, feeling vulnerable and attacked. I tried to contemplate how she knew that my original form was not organic in nature. Was it my disposition? My choice of words? No one has ever sensed my true nature under this mask save this tortured soul. What new monster has Rathrulas brought to me? What new evil must I contend with?
"If you are not human," I began; nervously pulling on my chains, hoping that somehow the metal would have mercy and give in to my fear of this new entity. "Then what are you?" She smiled with a hint of deviousness and continued to examine her shackles.
"There is the real question," She answered. There was no smile on her face this time, no light, only a black, seething hatred that permeated from her form. "If I cannot call myself human, then what am I?" I can't help but see such rage in this being, so much pain that bled through in her words.
"You will be Valkyrie for all of time, Rathrulas will see to that," I replied. There have been none who have
Jiunemm 3The girl didn't move. The body was rigid and seemingly lifeless. I wasn't even sure if she was still breathing. Inching as close as my shackles would allow, I gently lifted her ragged shirt to see the mark of a Valkyrie imprinted on her shoulder, burned into the flesh exactly where mine was. But hers was different. It was the same tattoo, but it was much older and worn down. She couldn't have been any more than 2 or 3 years older than me. Why would her mark be so much older?
I went back to my wall and waited patiently for her to awaken. I studied my new companion in my gratuitous amount of free time. Her long blonde hair was perfectly straight and fell gracefully across her torn up back. The blood trailed down her skin in small streams, staining her hair with all her pain. She'd clearly been whipped, not an uncommon punishment in this place, though certainly much less extreme than the normal torment. She had a small, almost hidden scar on her left cheek, a clean, albeit deep cut. Her h
Jiunemm 2The door opened again. It protested violently then smashed against the wall and my lord Rathrulas graced me with his presence. I glared at him, barely able to focus on his gangled body.
"The foreman claims you were screaming, my dear," He said ominously, his deep voice flowing over me like liquid. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the company of the Demon Prince. He has a sense of humor, unlike Hyvar; but it does not always mask his sinister cruelty and sadism.
"Indeed," I answered, grabbing on to my chains and pulling on them, trying to sit up. Rathrulas stared at me, perhaps expecting an explanation. I cocked my head to the side and smiled, also staring.
"Why do you taunt me, Ji'unemm?" He whispered, looking away from me.
"It is the only weapon I have," I answered. His eyes shot back at me, scanning me searching. A panic rushed through me. "I promise you, I hide nothing. There are no more tricks, no more lies. I speak the truth when I say you have brought me to my knees
JiunemmI woke to darkness, opening my eyes and seeing nothing but the endless black abyss that enveloped me. I shivered as the cold air blew past my naked and cut up legs. Still in chains, my arms fought to rid themselves of the decrepit metal that jailed me to this rotting wall. Screams echoed through the door as it opened slightly and let a small patch of candle light into my dark prison. I saw a shadow enter, but nothing more. My malnourishment and deteriorated physical state made it nigh impossible for me to see, especially in such poor light. But when the shadow spoke, I knew who had entered my chamber .
"Ji'unemm," He whispered softly.
"Hyvar ." I answered, coughing and continuing to pull on my chains. "Master, please, I did as you asked, and now that I am here in the heart of hell, release me from this torment. Make me slave to you no longer ."
"You know I can't do that, little one," Said my leader, brushing his fingers across my blood stained cheek. I began to cry, sobb
MotherWhat am I,
if not a vessel for your hatred?
A guardian of dark feelings that you choose not to share with others.
Only with family.
Only with me.
What am I,
if not an image of what you wish was, but isn't?
A piece of clay so carefully sculpted into what you want others to see.
What am I,
if not a cruel joke the world has played on you?
Something your morals compelled you to keep.
What am I,
if not your daughter?
A broken human being who spent her entire life under your thumb.
Working so hard to please you.
to prove to you,
that I am no mistake.
What am I,
if not a girl who's life work has been to make you happy?
Only to fail,
and to be punished for that failure.
of every day.
Begging whatever powers above me,
will be different.
this darkness you pour into me everyday,
will suddenly cease.
TiffanyEntry 2 The Diary of a Dead Girl
To my Sister, the Unwilling
Every human spirit has a breaking point, a limit to how much madness it can take in an extended period of time. You and I work so very hard to hide this little known fact, so much so that we cannot even tell each other when we become consumed by the darkness; or at least, I cannot tell you.
There came a point when I succumbed to this evil. I know you remember it well, because one of your best pieces of writing was based on my wickedness that wronged you during this horrific period of time. Very few people get to meet that darkness, but it is still as much a part of me as your hand is to you. Yet I hope now, after tasting that shade of me, you understand why I choose to hide it. Even you, the most persistant and understanding friend I had, fought so very hard to expunge it from me. You wanted in, you wanted me to open to you and let you see what I was hiding. And when I let you in, you ran.
I pushed you away, and you st
The IdeaThe idea.
We fear and revere it.
A void of creativity is frowned upon,
but to embrace an idea is hazardous,
as so many artists let it completely consume them.
They accept it into their lives,
and let it plague the existence around them.
The fabric of their reality twists and alters for their new perspective,
creating a projected image that walks a fine line between fantasy and truth.
This forces people to question powers outside of their medium,
as not every aspect of this new view is controllable.
The idea of power is so dastardly popular, distorted, and misunderstood,
misinterpreted to the point where respect and fear are no longer clearly defined.
We as a people are enslaved to this idea.
In its own way, it defines us.
Other ideas are more deadly,
changing the entire way our mind operates.
We try to fight it,
but it persists.
It refuses to die,
latching on to our doubts and fear,
feeding off the uncertainty.
As a result we begin to question everyday circumstances that were previousl
Human NatureHuman Nature
The human being is devious.
It is clever.
It is constantly coming up with ever more imaginative ways to beat you.
The human being is fearful.
It is cautious.
It is keeping track of every move it feels the need to follow:
whether it be your train of thought,
or a path you are taking through an area it does not know.
The unknown scares it.
It would much rather take the path that others have done before,
than the path that no one has tried.
Some are adventurous.
They crave the sense of wonder they once had as children.
Only to realize years later,
that as the world is explained to them, its wonder slowly fades.
The human being is creative.
It is colourful.
It is persistent in making entertainment for itself and its peers.
The human being is troublesome.
It is defiant.
It is the one creature on earth that has a blatant refusal to respect its environment.
The one imbalanced organism that has the power to better itself, and chooses not to.
The human being is disgusting.
It is vi
We often spend our entire lives trying to find ourselves,
looking for that one piece of our heart we forgot about,
that feeling we hadn't known since we were little.
Some of us don't realize,
that so much of us is hidden from ourselves.
It is human nature to wear a mask,
to hide so much of what we know and feel.
Some do it to create conversation.
Others lie for their own amusement.
it's an unconscious act.
Hiding has become an occupation,
a way of life.
Expression is such a crime,
to the point where people begin to destroy themselves
to become what others desire.
What kind of twisted lives do we live?
How many unnecessary lies have we told for the sake of appearances...
We watch each other battle this pain.
We watch them bleed the love they have for others.
The constant digging into people's hearts and minds is never ending.
But we can never seem to penetrate our own defenses;
someone always has to do it for us.
We learn the most about ourselves from other people,
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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