They gather in the grooves, soft and unseen, A chorus of echoes where thoughts have been. A flicker, a murmur, a doubtful refrain, A whisper of truth, beneath the strain. One hums of longing, of futures untold, Another recalls the missteps of growing old. Change the world!—Or get back on track! Feed your ambition!—Or maybe have a snack? You're a genius!—You haven't a clue! Everything's fine!—You're doomed, you're through!...

When you go through something painful, do you find yourself wishing it would go away? Do you pray at night wishing someone could either take the hurt or take you?   What if there exists a contraption that has the ability to wipe all bad memories.   Convenient, right? A wish granted, maybe?   If we think about it, the mere existence of that machine means no more lonely nights or years wasted on regrets. To more severe case...

I am worth very much, and you cannot buy me. Yet I am yours, if you like, completely free. I am here for you, when you are sad and I do not judge even, when you do things that are bad I lift you up high, when you're feeling so low, supporting you, protecting you from foes. I soothe your fears and ease your pain, I listen to your worries, again and again. I am there when you need me and not when you don't, I know when you...

Chapter Two - Nick “So where did you go to school before you came here?” Oasis asks me politely as we head towards our maths class. “I was home-schooled,” I say as we reach the room. As I open the door for her to the classroom, she pauses in front of me and looks at the earnest look on my face before going into the room and taking her seat. I quickly head over to the teacher's desk and hand her the slip I have to get sign...

I sit and look at the candle I see the flames burning So high So intense So hot I see the passion Of tomorrow Of today Of the past I see the hurt And all the pain I see the joy and laughter Of a time gone by A time of yesterday With all the dreams of tomorrow Tucked away I see a forgotten time I see many things I remember many things But I can not see you Where are you papa Where are you

He entered their room online and she smiled and said, “Hi.” He simply replied, “I have something important to ask you...” Noticing he sounded nervous, she asked, “What?” “Umm... how would you like to go out with me?” In shock and needing a little time, she asked him, “Can I have some time to think?” He said, "Okay."An hour or so later, she was about to message him back to give him her answer when she noticed he had change...

Chapter 64 To Save a Loved One I get up, and scratch the crumbling wall of the office to distract the angry green-eyed man. “Your walls seem rather thin and unreliable!” “These “peaceful rallies” of Flingers are beginning to piss me off. This damage is more of a reflection of their volatile state of mind, than the thickness of our walls!” Fern rolls his eyes. “… or the reason they are so volatile is because we are so unre...

She hugs him, holds him, as he holds her- kisses her, on the lips and down her neck. Nibbles a little, comments on something, causing her to giggle. He says something else... she looks down, "Very few guys, past family members, have called me pretty..." She says it, regrets it, feels pathetic for letting him know that, for showing it means so much. "Are they blind? You are very pretty." He tightens his grip on her, lifts...

I'll never be the perfect girl, Never be the one to get straight A's Never the one to go and go until I'm defeated I guess I should be sorry, But I can't say that I am, I'm doing my absolute best, Why can't you see that? I'm tired, my feet are dragging on the ground I'm worn, too many... too many emotions, grades, words, thoughts, things to-do... too much... too much of you. I'm sorry, sorry I can't take all this, sorry I...

Quite how I do it, I don’t know,but I do. I block out and live with, the heavy metal.I block out quite a lot:my own typing, when I’m talking(face to face) to someone;my own thoughts when I don’t want them.There is so much we, as humans, block out,without really realising it.Do we even realise what a feat it is?Do we realise how automatic we’ve become? We fear cyborgs and computers taking over, but do we realise that we ar...

Is this how it's supposed to be? I never knew Nor felt as close to anyone, never had presumed. Every waking moment filled with thoughts of you, All my dreaming has me enthralled, all subsumed. There is a shimmering love light running through These feelings that have me so consumed.These two hearts keep beating at a single pace, Our lips still, and forever, needing the same kiss, Open arms keep reaching for the same embrac...