Who am I,
What am I,
What am I supposed to do?
This path,
That path,
I must choose.
Live for today?
Die for tomorrow?
What am I supposed to do?
Confused,
Lost,
That I am, but who isn't.
Regret and fear. Go so well together don't they? You get scared, freeze, and it's over. Then the thoughts of should've done this, should've done that. It always leads to regret. Then, if you so choose, something magical can happen. You can become a better being, save a life or two, but you'll never save them. The one time when you froze, like a block of ice, and they were lost forever. Right then and there you realized, life isn't measured in time; it is measured in memories. The new ones, inflated by time, are larger, but some will never be worth as much from as the ones from the past. You know this, now, and it's why you can't sleep. You ca
Unseen wounds (for ptsd awareness) by Blu3Flare, literature
Literature
Unseen wounds (for ptsd awareness)
These wounds unseen,
The thoughts racing in my head,
Driving me insane.
The vivid nightmare,
The panic attacks,
The simple set off.
The scars that won't heal,
That moment still trapped in my head,
Giving me all this pain.
A name,
A noise,
A place,
That brings back the memories.
I can not face it alone,
I need someone who knows,
Someone who can understand.
History lesson of the future (title is stupid) by Blu3Flare, literature
Literature
History lesson of the future (title is stupid)
The year was 2026 and Melissa was preparing for her trip to mars. Dave and Bill were too but they don't matter right now. She was twenty-eight at the time. Melissa was lifting weights when she got a call from the higher ups, their boring, they told her to come to conference room in the usual place. The usual place is on campus eight in building six on floor three in room eight b. When she got there she noticed some generals that don't normally deal with NASA there. After some boring top secret discussions later.
"We were able to get a transmission back from the inhabitants of Mars ,they stated that they'll welcome you with open ha
Hair: straight and to the shoulder
Clothes \/
Shirts: a pink tee, a red v-neck, and a green zip up hoodie
Pants: blue jeans (loose not skinny jeans)
Shoes: black and green skater shoes
Belt: simple black belt (cloth not leather)
Hats: all flat brims each with a cool design
Earrings: small loop at the base of her right side of her right ear with a stud about three fourths of the way up same side.
Tattoos: none due to fur
Personality: she tends to be a day dreamer when she's bored and sometimes even zones out during class, thankfully she has friends that make sure she knows the subject, and miss whole lessons at a time. Luckily she uses her
The story is based in an alternative universe where most solar systems have planets that have life the year it's based in (at the beginning) is 2067 40 years after contact with the species of mars was made
Surprisingly enough they called it mars too, everyone thought it was weird even the narrator and he wrote it.
More to follow stay tuned if you wish.
Physical description section
Name: Mazilynn
Pronunciation: maz-e-lynn
Nickname: mazi
Pronunciation: maz-e
Sex: female
Gender: female
Species: felinus humnium (cat antro)
Planet of birth (pob): Earth
Planet of species back round (posbr): Mars
Colors\/
Fur: rusted iron orange/red (evil be called red), dark brown, and yellow
Main fur color is red, with approaches of the dark brown with the yellow as more the paws and hand colors as it is the tip of the tail with the rest being the red.
Paw bottoms and skin color: red
Whiskers: grey/clear like most cats
Nose: brown
Eyes: blue with green and yellow specs
Body shape: (well built)mainly human other
Who am I,
What am I,
What am I supposed to do?
This path,
That path,
I must choose.
Live for today?
Die for tomorrow?
What am I supposed to do?
Confused,
Lost,
That I am, but who isn't.
Regret and fear. Go so well together don't they? You get scared, freeze, and it's over. Then the thoughts of should've done this, should've done that. It always leads to regret. Then, if you so choose, something magical can happen. You can become a better being, save a life or two, but you'll never save them. The one time when you froze, like a block of ice, and they were lost forever. Right then and there you realized, life isn't measured in time; it is measured in memories. The new ones, inflated by time, are larger, but some will never be worth as much from as the ones from the past. You know this, now, and it's why you can't sleep. You ca
Unseen wounds (for ptsd awareness) by Blu3Flare, literature
Literature
Unseen wounds (for ptsd awareness)
These wounds unseen,
The thoughts racing in my head,
Driving me insane.
The vivid nightmare,
The panic attacks,
The simple set off.
The scars that won't heal,
That moment still trapped in my head,
Giving me all this pain.
A name,
A noise,
A place,
That brings back the memories.
I can not face it alone,
I need someone who knows,
Someone who can understand.
My heart feeling heavey,
My breath very light,
Not knowing my fate,
Or if I'll live through the night.
My eyes losing life,
My smile growing fake,
Not knowing my fate,
Life is too much to take.
My social ties disconnected,
My screams for help intercepted,
Dreams burn away,
As I slip away.
But do not worry about me,
Just do your do your best,
And don't end up like me.
I saw it,
In the mystic grass,
Waiting for time to pass,
Eating away at the beautiful greenery.
It stood there grazing,
Paying no attention to me,
It was a sight of beauty,
To see such wondrous creations created on this earth,
Some still hidden to the untrained eye,
Was mesmerizing.
It stood with grace,
With a gentle light pace,
With the mist from its nose,
Visible in the crisp mourning air.
When it saw me,
It did not flee,
But it came closer to me,
I thought such creatures stayed away from humans,
And we where both glad to make a new friend.
I'm still staring out the window,
Waiting for you to come home,
You made me feel alive,
You made me feel like I could never die,
Now you make me want to cry.
I'm sitting in your chair,
Waiting for you to come home,
I won't move,
I won't budge,
This ain't fair,
Please come home,
I need you.
It's been so long,
I almost forget,
Your really gone,
Your never coming back,
But I can still remember,
Your face against mine,
Now I'm sitting here waiting,
for my time.
Our son doesn't come around anymore,
He thinks I'm a lost cause,
He says he still loves me,
But it breaks his heart to see,
The wreak I've become,
Sitting hear in an insane asylum.
no where near the way, you do. by Blu3Flare, literature
Literature
no where near the way, you do.
I know I don't meet expectations,
And I know you know I'm trying to,
But dad I'm just not the man you want from me.
I know you can see it,
But you let it brush by,
Why?
I know I don't meet expectations,
And I know you know I'm trying to,
But mom I'm just not the man you want me to be.
I know you can sense it,
But you don't react,
The way I hope you would,
Yet you do it the way you should.
I can't look you in the eyes,
Without fear,
That I might start to cry,
I know I'm a failure,
But you still try to reassure,
Me,
Tell me I am not,
And about my successes I forgot.
I don't hate you,
But I certainly hate myself,
I don't hate you,
I don't h
Darkness and Voices
My world is filled with light, it blinds me, it consumes me. Then it vanishes, leaving nothing but darkness. Darkness … and voices.
I wait for a time, alone in the void. I wonder where I am. I wonder why every aspect of the world eludes me. I look but cannot see, I reach out, but cannot touch. I listen but hear nothing. There is no ground beneath my hooves, no cool touch of the wind upon my hide. No notion of up nor down. No sensation of any kind. Even my own thoughts seem distant. As if they are an echo of words spoken in a far away room by someone else.
There is nothing, nothing but the voices.
Realization hits