For I have held the arc of time and rent it into shards I have dealt the tarot deck and lit aflame the cards I have cast the iron dice then ground them into dust Affixed thou art in time and space, affixed to rot and rust
Kur Tu esi? Mana visdārgā latviete, Tu esi mans prieks! Domāju, ka ar Tevi sirdī uzlabojās dzīve, Agrāk es vienmēr biju neveiksminieks, Tagad viss ir lieliski, vai arī nav? Mēs esam nolēmuši turēties viens pie otra, Lai kādi negaisi mums nenāktu pāri. Mana goda vārds ir uzticība tev. Bet vai Tu tā domā arī? Es biju cerējis, ka Tu esi, mana mūža mīlestība. Tāpēc nezinu, kāpēc tagad es tik ļoti šaubos. Es Tevi arvien mīlu, bet vai Tu atbildi pretī? Ja tu nekad neatbildēsi, var ir cerība? Latviešu valodas apguve, tā bija kaprīze. Nekad negaidīju, ka satikšu tādu cilvēku kā Tu. Tas bija brīnums, kad Tu kļuvi par manu. Taču vai Tu mani vispār mīli? Kas tad Tev esmu, vai esmu neredzams? Man Tevis pietrūkst jo viena Tu tāda, Es pat atdotu savu dzīvību par Tevi. Bet arvien jautāju: kur Tu esi?
It Wasn't Until . . . by SilentSoulDeathSpoon, literature
Literature
It Wasn't Until . . .
It wasn't until I heard your voice, That it hit me all over again. You're gone. I can't change it. It wasn't until I heard your voice, That it all came flooding back. The tears, The screams in anguish, The cries into the darkness, As tail lights slid about the night trying to get to you in time. It wasn't until I heard your voice, That it slapped me in the face. Your irreversible absence. Past the point of no return, The phone dropped from my grasp, Slamming onto the carpeted floor, Hollow in its sound. I was calling you to tell you something so exciting, I so badly just wanted to hear you tell me you were proud of me, And it wasn't until I heard your voice that I realized, You aren't coming back. That voice mail is all I have now. The acidic reminder to my already bleeding flesh that you've been taken from this life, Into your eternity. I'm thankful you're no longer fighting, But mine has just begun... again. Because it wasn't until I heard your voice, That I realized I was okay for once. I'm writhing in physical agony, At the mere thought of acceptance, Gasping for air as I'm betting pulled under the waves of grief yet again, I'm drowning. Blue hues dance before my eyes as I sink, Further and further into the state of despair, Screaming in silence, Pleading you can somehow hear me. This can't be real! This ISN'T real!.... it can't be Not yet.... Daddy, I miss you so. My heart laments its own beating, Trying to refuse the next. Shockwaves of pure unbridled torture course through my being, Moans of existence escaping my lips drenched in tears, I hate the taste of salt. It wasn't until I heard your voice, That I realized my reality is nothing short of a nightmare, The pages releasing dark figures that unfurl their ghastly wings, Flinging me into the suffocating airspace that is weeping. It wasn't until I heard your voice, That I forgot how to breathe, I'm hurled back down to life, Plummeting at a pace that causes everything to blend together. I see no color, I hear no sound, I feel nothing, Except the longing ache within. I panic, I teach for what I knew to be you, Only to come crashing into instability, And mocking loneliness. It wasn't until I heard your voice, That I felt even if for a moment, I had a chance to speak to you, For a moment... This life is harrowing, It's cold, Dark, And cruel. Death does a wonderful job of isolating you, Making you believe that you'll never feel a shred of happiness as long as you live, Helping you along the thought process of if this life matters at all, Because we all will meet the cloaked figure to usher us into the next life. I beg the heavens to answer my cries, Is it ever going to be easier? Will I have joy again? Will true laughter rattle my ribs and bring tears to sing my eyes again? It wasn't until I heard your voice.... That I relieved every. Single. Painful moment from diagnosis to death in flashes. Images, Snapshots of what was linger for just a moment, Then vanish into the next, Tormenting me. I now live in a constant battle, Trying to live a life of normalcy, Whilst trying to make sense of your vacancy, I feel like I'm in a constant state of insanity! Dad... It wasn't until I heard that damned voice mail after calling your phone in my excitement, That I realized all over again you're dead, And there's nothing I can do to make it stop hurting. I had some amazing job offers and interviews, and in my blind white noise of elation, I called my father to tell him. He passed away the night of May 9th. His voice mail made me go through all of it all over again, and in that moment, I was a prisoner of emotions. I had to get it out, so sorry if this is all over the place, I jotted it down in about 15 minutes.
Victory Will Be Ours! by genggiyen-ejen, literature
Literature
Victory Will Be Ours!
Victory Will Be Ours! (Перамога Будзе за Намі!) Arise! Victory will be ours! (Узьнімайцеся! Перамога будзе за намі!) Like the Grand Duchy’s legacy! (Як спадчына Вялікага Княства!) To destroy those who gave us scars (Каб зьнішчыць тых, хто даў нам шнары) Arise! Victory will be ours! (Узьнімайцеся! Перамога будзе за намі!) A sea of white, red, and white stars (Мора белых, чырвоных і белых зорак) Our power is no fantasy! (Наша сіла - гэта не фантазыя) Arise! Victory will be ours! (Узьнімайцеся! Перамога будзе за намі!) Like the Grand Duchy’s legacy! (Як спадчына Вялікага Княства!)
Шумбратадо Шумбратадо, Ашорусонь ялгат! (Прывітаньне, беларускія сябры!) Уледе шумбрат, те торпингестэнть! (Будзьце здаровыя, у гэтай бітве!) Миненек олячись - те васенце тев. (Свабода для нас самае галоўнае справа.) Бути ванды кулотано весе, (Калі мы ўсе памром заўтра,) Ризнэматнень маштомаст кис минь анокт тюреме. (Каб пакласьці канец нашым непрыемнасьцяў, мы гатовыя змагацца.) Ашорусонь ломантне пряст а макснить зярдояк, (Беларус/Беларуска ніколі не здаецца,) Тон ютыть, Ашорусонь Мастором стака кить-янт, (Ты цяжкай дарогай, мая Беларусь, ішла,) Ашорустнэнень састь ней шкатне (Прыйшоў шанс для беларусаў) Давол кежтнень, зыянтнэнь панемс. (Каб прагнаць буру нянавісьці ды шкоды.) Оят, ашо-якстере-ашо коцт кандозь, икелев! (Таварышы, пад бел-чырвона-белым сьцягам, наперад!)
Alone/Misunderstood by ForeverEvanescent, literature
Literature
Alone/Misunderstood
Alone/Misunderstood
Sometimes, I just feel so alone
Not because of my family who have been very good to me
Not because of my friends who make me laugh and look forward to certain days
And not because of school where I am doing well
It’s…because I feel misunderstood
Some people don’t get why I write
It’s because it’s something I’m good at
Some people don’t get my love of wrestling
It’s because it makes me happy and relaxes me
Some people wonder why I can’t look them in the eye
It’s because I’m shy and don’t want to upset anyone for no reason
Some people wonder why I ca
To my So-Called Heavenly Father by dbzgal04, literature
Literature
To my So-Called Heavenly Father
Dearest God, or Heavenly Father, you love me more than I can imagine, is that so? Well, you sure have bizarre ways of letting me know. According to your word, you create us exactly the way we are. And you knew and saw us even if our birthdates were distant and far. Apparently, you deliberately created me with autism, or at least you allowed me to be autistic. Even though you knew darn well of the hardships, challenges, and my resulting tendency to be pessimistic. Then when I was only 10 years old you decided it was time for me to start maturing and developing; it was your will that I was an early bloomer. Leading to the humiliation and mental chaos that come with developing fast; you sure do have a sick sense of humor. The challenges myself and my family had to endure due to the autism, and my beginning to develop adult features at just 10 years old…you stole my childhood for your divine delight. Just why should I love, worship and serve you, my supposedly benevolent Lord, when
Undeniable Love
When did I know that I loved you?
It’s hard to say,
I could be cliché and say it was when I first laid eyes on you
I could say it was the first time you spoke to me
I could tell you that a lot of little moments made me fall for you
But you did something that not many people do
You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself
When I wanted to quit, you wouldn’t let me
When I put myself down, you pulled my right back up
When my confidence was lost in the all too familiar sea of self doubt
You swam into those cold waters just to find it
And all of that meant the world to me
I could keep going on and