These are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace too. Or maybe you're like me and love reading this kind of sad, depth literature. For whatever reason you are here I hope you enjoy my poems.P.S: I update every so often. I am not as consistent as I am with my novel, but I'll jot down whatever poem strikes me if I can.…
A new player has entered the grand dance of Demons, Angels, and Reapers. Sebastian and his master, Ciel Phantomhive encounter an unknown variable after receiving cryptic clues from the Undertaker and a grim warning to tread carefully from an unusually serious Grell Sutcliff. Fascinated, Ciel and his companions try to puzzle out the mystery of the new "servant" that is Hadrian~*~All art belongs to its respective creators. I do not own Harry Potter or Black Butler. They belong to their respective creators.…
I can feel my heart racing against my ribs as if it is about to tear itself out of my chest as I gaze into a pair of violet-silver eyes. They are locked onto my own with a predator's intensity. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to keep up this foolish staring contest, but I keep at it. I will not appear weak in my own court!The stranger does not blink but offers the tiniest of smirks, as if sensing my growing distress. I take in a deep breath and silently will some steel into my spine as I, at last, address him. "What is your name and what business do you have here?"The stranger grins and instead of bowing gives a mocking salute. His voice is soft and dark, carrying the promise of death, "I am, Lord Virgil and I have come on request of the king to help him against the growing threat."I swallow hard as he steps closer toward me, those uncanny eyes never leaving my face."It would be wise if you stayed a safe distance away from me, Prince Roman. I bring nothing but pain wherever I tread." Virgil warns. Before I can reply he brushes past me down the hall toward the throne room, dark cloak fluttering behind him like a pair of wings.TW: Violence, Manipulative/Abusive relationships, Implied unconsented sexual assault, Panic/Anxiety attacks, negative thinking, and angst. So... Reader Beware! You're in for a Scare! ~ R.L.Stine…
The Westbury Faery. That is what I am now called. I've been here, for what feels like an eternity... wondering how this all came about. Why? Why did everything I loved have to be torn apart to save this world? I know that is selfish thinking for a "hero", but what am I supposed to think? Come and follow me... down the forgotten paths... where all you know fades away and where my memories wrap around the trees like mist. Then you shall understand why I am the way I am.(This is for the Westbury Faery Contest.) (I do not own any pictures.) #westburyfaerycontest…
I've always wondered what it'd be like to die, many people have. I've also wondered what it'd be like to be with the Doctor in my final moments so here ya go! (I wrote this in my creative writing class and decided to put it on here. I've always wanted to do a Doctor Who fanfiction. So I'll see how this one turns out and hopefully write more in the future!) (I do not own any pictures!)…
