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Hard to Love by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

Hard to Love

I’ve never been easy to understand, Muffled words and unclear sentences have always been my foreign tongue. I’ve never been easy to hear, Quite whispers and tip toed footsteps have always been my way of passing by you. I’ve never been easy to see, I’m always hiding in the shadows of the great people that had lived and died before myself. But then you saw me, Tip toeing through the shadows of the Greats, My muffled whispers unheard by everyone, Except for you. You understood my unclear sentences, You soon became my interpreter for those that still could not hear me. You heard me loud and clear, My quite whispers we

Art Trade: Jealously only makes for Revenge by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

Art Trade: Jealously only makes for Revenge

The sun began to sit over the horizon. Its brilliant colors of orange, pink, violet, yellow and red danced across the vast ocean before Lucille. Her toes played lightly across the water, leaving behind ripples that quickly disappeared into the deep blue. Lucille sighed as she pulled her knee up to her chin, resting herself as her mind wandered to her brother God. She had been trying harder than usual to get him to like her, but she still remained unsuccessful and she didn’t know why. Her heart sank further at the memory of the nasty things he had said to her the last time she had given him a present: “What is this?” God as

A Little Brighter by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

A Little Brighter

My blonde curls fell into my eyes as I sat on the stoop outside my apartment smoking a cigarette. I watched as the puff of smoke went into the night air, disappearing into the streetlight. Looking up I strain my eyes to see the stars, but to no avail. The stars are hardly ever seen in the city because of the lights. Yet sometimes you can get a glimpse of them when they are bright enough, but not tonight. Tonight no one is shining. I take another drag of my cigarette and I burn the ends of my hair. The putrid smell is pungent to my nose, but I don’t move or even put the end out; I just let my hair burn. I wish it would all go up in smo

The Dancer and Her Knight: Chapter 7 by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

The Dancer and Her Knight: Chapter 7

Game: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Awakenings, and DA2 Pairings: Alistair/ OC, Zevran/M!Surana Rating: M (Blood, violence, graphic situations, and smut) ##### Iola walked behind Alistair and Mistress Woolsey as they toured the Keep's property. Iola smiled as she watched how attentive Alistair was to the older woman. Even though Iola was sure that the woman didn't want nor need any help, Alistair but he continued with his gentlemen ways. The Keep was beautiful, at one point it was probably one of the most beautiful buildings in Ferelden, but mismanagement and lack of upkeep had left the property less desirable. However Iola saw the pote

Must Have by Greenleaf1075, literature

My Seasons Changed by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

My Seasons Changed

The Seasons go by, Spring, Summer, Fall, And now my Winter is here. The Seasons flew by like a passing weekend. Even though I remember everything, the smell of flowers blooming in the my Spring time. The heat from the sun on my skin in my Summer, And the colors of nature in the my Fall. My Winter slowly wraps itself around me in its cold embrace and I can feel myself slipping away. The darkness slowly consumes me, leaving me with nothing more than my bitter Winter memories. My Season is ending. In this dark, cold place I’ve come to call home. I ask my loved ones to never forget me. Remember me in my in Spring, And Summer, And even

I Remember by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

I Remember

I remember hiding in my room with my tiny fists in my eyes waiting for you to leave. Just waiting and holding back the screams. I remember the fights, the broken glass and the sight of mother crying. She would always tell me ‘everything is okay, just go back to bed’. I remember what was said, all the hateful words that brought fear and pain. But sometimes, just sometimes, there would be the silence of her screams. But most of all I remember you. The way you laughed when she cried in pain. And I remember hating you and wishing you were dead, even after you left.

Aged Pretty Well by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

Aged Pretty Well

I pulled out the old Janet Jackson CD today, It reminds of my youth, When I was impulsive and arrogant, and I thought I knew everything. I didn’t care about what people thought or how I acted, So in the end I acted with indecency and carelessly. These days when I look back at what I have done I cringe. “Why would I act that way?” I ask myself, But there is no reply, Only the silence of my own mind replies with an echo. Then I think about the person I am today and I smile. I am who I am because of who I once was, I learned from my mistakes and have grown. I think I’ve aged pretty well, Like that 30 year old Loire Vall

The Words Have Failed Me by Greenleaf1075, literature

Literature

The Words Have Failed Me

So……so, I’m trying to write……something But I can’t think of the words! They’re there though, I know they are. They always are, because they never fail me….except for right now. Maybe if I stick my tongue out like this….bla bla bla…. Nope nothing. But I’ve seen this work in the movies, In all the different pictures people draw of themselves writing…..wait I’m not scribbling…. Still nothing. Maybe I need to start chewing on my pen, Or maybe bite my nails, Or maybe….or maybe…..or maybe……nothing. DAMN YOU WORDS!!!! Flow thro

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