I: Embracing Me
This constant struggle to be
who
what
I think
they want to see.
Trying too hard
just want to fit in
tired of being on the outside
looking in;
I am sure
some of this is all in my head
but how much?
I want to be me
be wanted for me,
I want to be loved
for my quirks,
not despite them.
I wish being different was not such a sin
I'm sick of different
I just want to fit in;
or rather,
I wish everyone was like me
or else,

The wedding dress was blue, trimmed in silver. A blue ribbon ran through her hair, and a silver circlet rested on her head. The bouquet was of white lilies, and a silver necklace with a single sapphire hung on her neck. A veil of silver covered her face
“You're beautiful,” one of her attendants, an older woman named Nenah, assured her. “Perfect.”
Nenah led her to a room next to the chamber where a hundred people sat, waiting for her entrance, waiting to watch the wedding of their prince.
Rynere was nervous, scared. She wasn't ready. She wasn't.

Tahlia crept back into her room, glanced around carefully, then shut and locked the door behind her before settling into a chair, sighing with relief.
She had made it. She was done. The story was finished. There was nothing her readers could do now.
Well, one, by the name of Kassady, had threatened to kill her once the story was done. Not motivation to finish, to be sure, but Tahlia had delayed long enough. Perhaps Kassady had forgotten.
Kassady hadn't specified, however, whether or not a reappearance of Tass would change her mind.
Not that there was one.

#1:
On silver winds that blow softly,
That twist and turn neatly,
Of sweet smelling odors,
And acrobatic floaters,
I will fly about.

#2:
As if summoned,
As if told,
As if he knew,
That I was leaving,
As if he loved me,
Once more.

#3:
Luckily I love,
Luckily I'm loved,
And oh with luck,
At my side,
I'll face my foes.
In battle fight,
For liberty and love,
Life, and luck,
are what I fight with,
Life and luck,
Is what I live,fight, die for.

PartⅡ

this is not an essay like i was supposed to write. because sometimes ideas caress your brain until you get them right. and even though i should right now be forcing bland facts out--well, i can't help but write something i actually care about.

one day i'll find an essay that i know i'll want to write. and many people will read it and they'll say how i am right. and even as i write this and it's slowly thinning out--at least i've written something that i actually care about.

Part One: The Dead Rise

Haige coughed lightly and paced the room, cursing his own choice to keep it dark. A little light would be welcome right now in a room inhabited only by a dead body. It seriously scared Haige at times, especially since it had been him who had killed the original occupant. The smell of death was everywhere, covered by a rosy perfume that only made the smell of sickness and death more sickly-sweet.

1. When Tomorrow Ends
I understand, I think
Why it seems like you can’t see
I guess I’m just wondering
When the goodbyes stop
And when tomorrow ends

2. Just a Little Closer
I see you closing the space between us
Your smile close to my own
You’re close enough that I could
Run my hand along your lips
I sense mowed grass
And a feeling of apprehension
What does this truly mean?

Epilogue – What Happened After