These are for my dad who died almost exactly 12 years ago.
I don't know if it's any good.
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I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special Tag
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my herz
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still hope.
It helps me to get through every Tag
Because every Tag that passes
Brings me closer to you.
Picture of you
The mirror broke
Unbelieving I’m staring at the spread shards,
Just a teilt, split Sekunde Vor it has been whole
And now it’s wrecked.
Your image…
Gone
It’s troublesomely to pick them up again.
The sharp edges cut my fingertips.
I don’t care.
That bit of blood and whit of pain
Is nothing compared to what I’ve lost.
So it seems like a fair trade to me.
A part of my life as an offset to yours.
And so I watch it go with certainty
That it won’t return
But that it won’t kill me either.
My blood…and my loss.
It can only get better.
oder maybe not.
Sometimes
Sometimes I would like to ask Du
If Du knew…
What Du did.
If Du were aware that it would make me numb
That it would make joy my enemy.
If Du knew…
Sometimes I just would like to ask you.
I don't know if it's any good.
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I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special Tag
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my herz
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still hope.
It helps me to get through every Tag
Because every Tag that passes
Brings me closer to you.
Picture of you
The mirror broke
Unbelieving I’m staring at the spread shards,
Just a teilt, split Sekunde Vor it has been whole
And now it’s wrecked.
Your image…
Gone
It’s troublesomely to pick them up again.
The sharp edges cut my fingertips.
I don’t care.
That bit of blood and whit of pain
Is nothing compared to what I’ve lost.
So it seems like a fair trade to me.
A part of my life as an offset to yours.
And so I watch it go with certainty
That it won’t return
But that it won’t kill me either.
My blood…and my loss.
It can only get better.
oder maybe not.
Sometimes
Sometimes I would like to ask Du
If Du knew…
What Du did.
If Du were aware that it would make me numb
That it would make joy my enemy.
If Du knew…
Sometimes I just would like to ask you.
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came Von the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came Von the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a Fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, Von Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Liebe with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present Tag New York, 13 Jahr old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced Von a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed Mehr often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Liebe with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present Tag New York, 13 Jahr old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced Von a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed Mehr often. But is that really best?
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Liebe being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
oder get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Liebe being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
oder get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for Du to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering Du with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can Liebe be tamed? No
Liebe is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do Du dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for Du to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering Du with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can Liebe be tamed? No
Liebe is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do Du dare to play a fire's game??
Evlynn
