We can survive.
It's not easy but we can.
And it's not down to a person, a place, a memory,
It's down to us.
How can you expect someone to love you
before you love yourself?
Learn to love,
Melt the ice,
RejectYou tried to save me
But I wasn't ready
You knew the girl of Spring 2011, carefree, brave, confident
But how would you feel
For the girl
Of Winter 2011?
She didn't know.
"No one would care if I died"
She whispered, a wordless whisper,
"I would..." He started, nervous
"I love you..."
But she ignored him.
She had suffered too much pain.
But he still tried. He loved that poor, broken girl.
And she shut him out.
Three years later,
To tell you,
I loved you,
But was too weak
To say it.
You haven't changed,
But some days I wonder,
Would it have been different
Had I just replied in kind?
LonelinessI'll share a drink with you,
And may it be called
But it's better
than sitting here
"Chemist, join this group"
I breathed. This was it.
I had to come off well, didn't I?
This was my first chance to show that I was a new confident woman.
I exhaled. Walked up to the front.
"So, did I miss anything interesting in the lecture? Anything I wouldn't know?"
The guy standing next to me looked at me surprised. I did a quick check. He was hot, I liked his smile, slightly slanted.
The group leader turned to face me "wasn't there"
I turned to the guy,
"So, did I miss anything?"
I had made my fringe half cover my face. Okay, I admit it, I knew I had great hair. Red, couldn't be resisted.
"Urm..." He started, I knew at that point I had started to trap him.
"No, nothing unusual, basically like every other talk"
I smiled, a fake one, just because I'm heartless doesn't mean I don't know when things are necessary.
"Thanks, trains suck. I'm Alanna"
"I'm Guy", he smiled nervously. I laughed inwardly, what a name!
We entered a lab, the whole group of us and stood
To Love Beyond LivingSoft strokes on your back
As you weep
You left me
You've left me so weak
I'll sit and cry
And you'll wonder why
To love beyond living
is, to me a crime
The words you want to say
Are too painful to bare
I love you, is simple
These words, are not.
Too strong to depend on anyone
But can't you see?
You're breaking my walls
Would I pull myself back together
If I let myself believe
And find out
that it doesn't exist?
The fact still remains
I need you...
And I couldn't be me without you.
FailureI've lost my dream
It's shattered, gone
I stand here with shards surrounding me
Dreams of a future
A career and happiness
and I'm left here
So once again,
I turn to the blade
to find it gone.
I thought I'd recovered
I was denied my hope
it laughs in my face
Death, is what I want.
DeservingI don't deserve you.
That much is true.
I could ask for...
Yet here you stand
In front of me
When will I wake up,
Is this a dream?
But you're still there,
Why do you care?
You are perfect.
I can't say more.
Problems seem simple
When your words come through
I'll smile, grin
Be the girl I know I can.
I don't deserve you.
That much is true.
HopeA dark sooty tunnel
No sense of light, or end
Sits a young girl, dying
Of her own self misery
A hand reaches with a smile
And pulls her out
Words act like hugs
Her spirit rises
With his words, she returns
She brings back her old truths
What were once memories
She removes from boxes
She’s a new girl
Confident, smiling, laughing
He stands looking at his work
He’ll catch her if she falls
No one recognises this girl
They only recognise her shell
Her soul has returned
She’ll prove them all wrong.
She barely recognises herself
But she’s not alone
She stands strong with a friend
A friend who pieced her back together
A friend, called hope.
Dear LaniDear Lani,
I am writing to you to tell you how... I am writing to you...
Do you know what you did?
I know you're there. Still trying to escape.
You took control for three years, Lani, did you know that?
You've left yourself behind, can't you see that?
I do. Whenever I wear a short sleeved t-shirt, or even shorts. The self concious behaviour I exhibit whenever I want to be touched, or loved, it's you. Not me. I want to be confident, have a relationship where I can be normal, but I can't. Because of you.
You're my paranoia, Lani.
You're there when I question myself. Question my feelings. I want to love him? Can't you see that? But whenever I say the words my throat encloses and I feel scared. Vulnerable. Even though he loves me too, and would never reject me. But why, Lani, do you make me feel the way I do?
Haven't you done enough?
You're my depression, Lani.
Whenever I feel down, sad, like a failure, you're quick to pick up the pace and d
New LifeThe dark night beats down upon you, dense rain splattering your face.
You've been running so fast, for so long, you feel like you're intaking the entire mass of the sky with every breath you take. Your heart bouncing out of your chest with each beat. Your legs are on fire, burning with a red hot agony that increases by every step forward.
Heart pounding, you stop to catch your breath; sweat and rain alike slipping down your face. You turn your head slightly, silently praying that you're alone.
Now you can hear it... The dull continuous thud, the sound of the horrors you're trying to escape from, the sound of your worst fear getting closer and closer, the sound of death.
You spin on the spot and run once again, your chest splitting with the effort of containing your heart inside your ribcage.
A dead end blocks your way, you have nowhere to run: you're trapped!
The horrors are closer now... Closer
They surround you like a black cloud, swirling around your arms,
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
This World is a GameThis world is a game,
And a crappy one at that.
You can’t save,
So information can be lost easily.
The plot is unoriginal,
And frankly, boring.
You can’t chose your character,
Everything was already decided for you.
It’s full of enemies,
So you fight each day.
You can lose the game by making silly mistakes,
And there is no way to replay it.
It’s full of uninteresting days,
And unfulfilling characters.
This world is a crappy game,
But even so,
You have to admit,
That the graphics are great.
In the darkI am the creature
Who lurks in the dark
The one you never notice
But who's always there
Just observing the world
Without really understanding it
And waiting for the day
The day you notice me
And invite me into the light
Ode To YouThe road to you was twisted and tangled
with boys I loved and boys I mangled
and who mangled me.
I thought finding love was a hopeless mission,
under impossible conditions,
until I found the signposts
pointing to you. With you I have a place,
a home, a room, a quiet space
to rest my heart and rest my head
and see how all roads led
to you in the first place.
To Change The Wind's DirectionIt didn’t matter to her that the day was beautiful in Green Hill Zone despite the turmoil that just occurred, or the horrid smell of gasoline that helped trigger the explosion to the latest “Egg-Obliterator” machine that went from scary to scrap metal within 3 minutes tops. Her friends’ constant cheers and gloating was faint in her ears. All she could think about was the teasing, unbearable heat as it continued to beat down without mercy upon her, leaving the daunting task of fanning herself with her hand, and wiping the sweat off her forehead…at the same time.
She sighed in exasperation and annoyance as the sun continued to outdo the shade of the tree she stood under and shine down on her, delaying her schedule. By this exact time, she was supposed to be nuzzling her face into the blissful abundance of ocean colored fur, taking in every scent and moment before she would be forcefully removed within arm’s length, and then released to prepare her for
The Hand of SorrowThe Hand of Sorrow
This was the last battle, the last fight. It was her fight. The battle for her.
Blood, Blood, so much blood...
It was good against evil, maybe not even that. The lines were faded, torn apart, dust in the wind. But all they knew, all he knew is that he had to win. He to win for her.
In the the middle of nowhere, half way to forever, just past never. A bloody battle was taking place. The once orange desert has now paved red in blood. The rain falling down heavily on the desert floor, turning the sand into an almost mud like substance. Lives have been lost. But the strongest still remained, fighting, always fighting. He had too.
Not because he was a hero, but because he had to avenge her.
He fought in the rain, the blood and mud, in anger, pain and revenge. It wasn't like our hero we knew dear. No. That hero was gone a long time ago.
His blue fur stained with blood and mud. His eyes burning with fury and rage. All he knew he knew is that he had to destroy w
Sonamy: Part 1 - Epilogue~~This chapter is told in Sonic's point of view~~
I stood at the end of the driveway, staring into the abyss, lost in my own thoughts. Everything that has been happening in the last few days, everything that will happen from now until forever, kept running through my head. Above all, there was something wrong with me, something that was preventing me from running away. I tried to figure out what it was, but I couldn't really put my finger on it.
On the top of my list of things on my mind was Amy. She was my girlfriend now, and a part of me hasn't really gotten used to the idea. I was always one to avoid these things, to run away from words like these.
Adventure Fit For Heroes-Sonamy OneShotAmy Rose, a young, innocent, female hedgehog watched the glowing moon before her, shivering from the cold wind wrapping around her figure. Crickets chirping and odd noises from the lake was the only thing she heard as she continued to watch silently.
There were plenty of stars out in the night, which would easily be recognized as a later time in the night. The sky was fresh dark blue, beautifully serving as the background for the full moon, which had casted its shadow onto the lake below, with its reflection beautifully swaying with the ripples of the water.
Amy sighed as her green eyes looked to the dull grass below, watching as they swayed to the cold touch of the wind. She felt herself shiver once more, and she instinctively moved her hand to her arm, rubbing continuously for some warmth to form. She would've worn a jacket if she had known that she'd be out this late.
The cold temperature of the air around her wasn't entirely what she had been focused on. What she was, and recently,
Sonamy poemYour cobalt fur is made out of the clouds of heaven,
I set my eyes on you ever since you were eleven,
Your voice is so smooth like butter on toast,
It makes me feel like I'm drifting off the coast,
Of course, you wouldn't dare to dream of the sea,
You don't like to get wet and sometimes...I think you don't like me,
Behind those emerald eyes, you're hiding something,
No matter how I try, I can't solve anything,
You always run away from me,
Even if I just want to say hi,
But all I ever see,
Is your sonic boom saying bye,
I love you so much, I just can't help it,
Every time I see you, my eyes lit,
All I want is some answers, do you love me or not?
If not, I'll let you forget me like a forget-me-not,
If you do, you have a strange way of showing it...
The emerald eyes finished scanning the piece of paper and smiled. He looked at the bubblegum pink hedgehog who was sleeping on by her desk, pen in hand and a lamp illuminating the room. The cerulean male hedgehog tiptoed next to her not wantin
Bitter LifeI'm calling out loudly,
But they look past, proudly.
My sober, bitter words
Fall on deaf ears, unheard.
I'm falling down fast,
This breath may be my last.
This hurts, and I'm dying,
But no one is crying.
Dexterous - SonAmyDexterous, A SonAmy Oneshot
(Set after Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood)
One major downside to traveling across dimensions in a super cool spaceship was that Sonic found himself unable to ever get away from everyone and get some simple privacy. Sure, when they'd stopped at the different planetoids he'd been able stretch his legs and do some running and exploring, but the traveling times? He was literally stuck in the same "boat", squished up close with 9 other people. While most of them were his friends and he didn't mind them, spending a long time with his odd, mismatched companions was wearing everyone thin. Whether is was Big's oblivious blurted out comments or Shadow's sarcastic ones, Omega's computerized monotone or Rouge flirting with everyone having a Y chromosome. Atleast Eggman had decided to stay back home, so they were spared from his hideously brilliant comments. But oddly enough, among the 10 very different passengers aboard the Cyclone, there was one thing in agreem
WarmthWarmth, A SonAmy Story
Now that Eggman had finally found a new, more restrictive residence and the only thing he'd be taking over any time soon would be his own corner of a jail cell, Sonic and his crazy friends decided to take a little trip in celebration. After much arguing but little consternation, Sonic, Tails, Amy, Cosmo, and Cream had decided to rent a a large, multi room mansion in the mountains to enjoy all the snow centric festivals and activities. Why, the government had even decided to pay for it all as a reward for helping to defeat Eggman. So yes, a nice, relaxing, fun-filled vacation in the snow covered mountains would be just what the doctor ordered for these heroes.
And for the most part, Amy had had fun: learning to snowboard, skiing down the slopes, sledding, picking random snow ball fights, building ridiculous snowmen, drinking hot cocoa in the mansion in front of the fire, hanging with her friends... it had been a real blast. Except for one thing.
Of course, it was
Just OnceJust Once, A SonAmy Story
Sonic the Hedgehog had never been much of one for parties.
Oh, it wasn't that he was antisocial, per se, but Sonic had never been much of a socializer. Yeah, he'd talk with people and he liked to be around his friends, but he didn't like the constraints and the rules of social etiquette. Freedom was the name of the game for this hedgehog. Besides, parties could be so boring, especially if all you did was sit around and talk. That activity was probably Sonic's least favorite.
At least that's what he told himself.
This just simply isn't your style, blue, he thought to himself while arriving at Rouge's house for the party she'd been talking up all week. That's all it is. You're just nervous because...No. He wasn't nervous. He was just...okay, so if he wasn't nervous, then what was that jittery feeling bouncing around inside him that made him feel so uncomfortable?
Hello, I'm Sonic. I'm supposed to feel jittery and antsy and all that. It's just...who I am.
In a Time of Darkness Light Will Shine Through 1Rated: Fiction T (Teen) (PG-13) - English - Romance/Adventure - Sonic & Amy - Chapter 1
Throughout the years Eggman has grown cruel and malicious. The rivalry between him and Sonic has changed from a friendly one to a deadly one. When a rescue mission goes horribly wrong, the Sonic Team are left to grieve over the loss of the worlds greatest hero and their beloved best friend. With nobody left to stop Eggman, the world is cast into darkness and suppression. Five years later, hope is revived within the remnants of the Sonic Team as Shadow thinks of a plan he feels is the only way to stop Eggman. Shadow then has his hands full when he has to work with his "little" secret weapon much to the worry of a still grieving and paranoid Amy Rose.
Chapter One The Loss of a Hero
Sonic's feet pounded heavily onto the cold metallic floor as he sped throughout Eggman's base with much haste. A booming siren filled the cobalt hedgehog'
Beautiful BrokenSo there was this boy. He was a beautiful boy, long-lashed and kind-eyed. A wonderful boy, people said, hardworking and honest and stable. He found laughter, and beauty, and purpose. And, like many boys, he was in love with a girl.
She was a beautiful girl, honey-lipped and tender smile, eyes like a maze. She had a beautiful mind, wrote stories like the words had born themselves from her blood. She loved to laugh. Together, boy and girl, they laughed and she smiled secret, private smiles.
They were very much in love.
But they were broken, this boy and his girl. She, by fear and panic and "what-if"s. He, by things not there at all. They knew better, though. Knew that two broken people could make one whole. So, as they lost themselves to their own minds, they tried desperately to fix each other. He spoke of wonder futures, didn't mention his own uncertain present. She played along, dreamed of fairy tales come to live.
But not every story is a fairy tale.
And not every story has a happy e