An Important Question by Written-In-Black, literature
Literature
An Important Question
I have a question for you...all of you
I want you to answer this question, and in the comments I want nothing but answers.
If you could control time, would you rewind to the good times or fastforward through the bad ones?
If your answer is personal and you don't want to share it, don't comment. All I want in the comments are answers and only your answer. No commenting on other people's answers, because it may not be something they want to talk about, and it just saves comment space. This is an important question. Later on down the road, you'll remember answering this. If you have anything to say that isn't your answer that you want to tell
Our Story
We were given a star
But we watched as it fell
We feared that it was the only light we'd ever receive
And without it
We'd once again fall through the ebony
With nothing to hold onto
We were given many more stars with which to fill our night sky
Only to be graced by the presence of disappointment
They were stolen by the embodiment of evil to whom we've grown so accustomed
Leaving us with no more light to guide our way
To once again fall through the ebony
With nothing to hold onto
We wish salvation
But have received nothing more than the pain of watching those we love suffer
For nothing...
We have each other
But our
I Still Think Ninjas Are Cool by Written-In-Black, literature
Literature
I Still Think Ninjas Are Cool
Do you remember me? I'm an old friend... I'm Amaya Noberu
You may know me from the past, because I know I'm not forgotten. I'm the reluctant heir of the amegakure. I am in hiding from the man who killed my mother but who was also the one to blame for her conceiving me.
I have friends who have also lived a nomadic life. Those who have helped me.
You may remember...
Mitsuki...
Sasuke...
Aiko...
Yuzuki...
Aika...
Adder...
Yuki...
Daichi...
Yuumi...
Daisuke...
I know they haven't escaped your memories, forever elluded your thoughts.
...
They are my memory of a time when
"One late Autumn evening, I was sitting under a tree. There was a man in the distance watching me with increased curiosity he assumed I was unaware of. This one approached me and asked, "What good is this tree?"
"He shelters me, and he comforts me," I said oblivious to how I knew my visitor would never understand.
In skepticism, in scrutiny of my words, he stalled. After a moment, the person left without uttering his expected contr
Current Residence: Mordor, where the shadows lie... X3 Favourite genre of music: Acoustic Favourite style of art: Music Favourite cartoon character: House.......................m.d.
Favourite Visual Artist
A humble one
Favourite Movies
Ray; Spirited Away; Altered States; Steven King's It
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sting, Cocteau Twins, Evanescence, Cat Power, Damien Rice, Lisa Hannigan, Nightwish, et al...
Sinrunnya tagged everyone, so I guess that means me too ^-^
1.- If I were a fruit I'd be: The strawberry on top of the cheesecake!
2.- If I were a colour I'd be: The secret colour that doesn't have a name yet.
3.- If I were an animal I'd be: Already a snow leopard, wouldn't change it
4.- If I were a domestic appliance I'd be: a rather small spoon with a long handle.
5.- If I were a book I'd be: a half-filled notebook
6.- If I were a clothing item I'd be: clothing's over-rated. I go natural
7.- If I were a jewel I'd be: a grain of sand.
8.- If I were an object I'd be: Object of Joey's affection.
9.- If I were a car I'd be: Who need
Tiger :heart:
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?