Black and White v. Color by BloodyTearsOfLove, literature
Literature
Black and White v. Color
We are forced
To sing and rejoice.
We are forced
To worship those
That supposedly shine.
We are treated like dirt,
Damsels in distress,
So it's time to fight back.
Leave the kingdom,
Find our own way.
Work through the dragons,
The ones sent by those we praise.
A deal has been made,
With our knights,
And the night.
Oh our wonderful,
Beautiful,
Shining knights.
They are perfect
They are strong
They are beautiful
They are heroes
No!
They are flawed,
They are weak,
They are ugly,
They are our enemies.
So no longer shall we cower
Under those that are false.
Those that command us,
Shall no lon
She Sees Something Different by BloodyTearsOfLove, literature
Literature
She Sees Something Different
She sits alone on the sand,
Never once will she stand.
Staring out towards the sea,
Never once will she find he.
A war over there!
That's what she sees.
A war over there,
In which he flees.
'But word has come,'
That's what I hear.
'His body found,'
Yes, in the ocean near.
'Does she not know?'
She sees his body there.
'What do you mean?'
She treats his soul with care.
A young lady sitting,
All alone.
That's all we see,
Words in her mind we have sown.
'So she knows he is gone?'
Yes but she still sits.
Still waits.
And sometimes knits.
For she sees something different.
Something out there.
A man on his mare.
And a love
If you can see the side of another,
Listen to someone who's the ying of your yang.
If you can listen to them
And not be hateful
Or impatient,
Or rude,
And not let go of your own.
Maybe you can think the way I do.
If you can see dragons
Or maybe some fairies
Or even some elves.
If you can see magic
In the simplest thing of the world
As simple as an ant.
If you can watch puffy white things
Float in the air,
And a story of adventure pops through,
Then maybe you can see the way I do.
If you can sit in your bed,
If you can lay on the grass,
And have the adventure of adventures.
If you can List five new breeds,
Animals never
I sat on the floor of my room. It was bigger then I remembered, more blue, brighter too. Maybe that's what memories do. Open up the world. The thought was quiet in my head, barely a passing idea. But what the pages of this book held, it was more than that. It was a journal of memories that incased my mind. It stole me into a time machine and took me far away from where I sat now. It took me away from this room, away from these days, and into something more magical: my own past. And that is where this story begins: Mountain School, my kindergarten year.
It's odd to see yourself in the mirror sometimes. But to look at your younger self and not
Take a breath before
Taking a step. Look around at
Where you are, before making that leap.
Do your friends know where you are?
For their thoughts mean all.
Fear surrounds your senses,
Nervous and shaking to the touch,
You know not what to expect.
It's your first time
Walking down these halls.
Pictures of the past,
Sayings of the future,
A snapshot of the present.
These are what cover those walls.
Is their word really
All you mind shows you?
Rumors aren't real.
This is what you told yourself
Every day in May.
But May has come and gone,
And the day has come.
Will you rule the school?
Or will the school rule you?
Eve
The Evidence that Santa Exists by BloodyTearsOfLove, literature
Literature
The Evidence that Santa Exists
Little kids know his name by heart. They look to him for confidence that they are doing what is right. But as we grow older we realize we were foolish. That childhood fantasies never were real. That dreams are just dreams and that life is without magic. And so, with age, comes reality, and with reality, comes a loss of dreaming. But what if Santa really did exist? And what if he really did bring us gifts? Just we didn't realize it because soon it becomes "too childish" to believe in such foolish things. But if one was to just look back at Christmas would they not find, if not one, then multiple people that find joy in the gifts that have been
We are not always hailed,
We are not always praised.
We are not always appreciated,
And we're sometimes called crazy.
But we understand each other,
We understand the emotions,
The criticism,
The love,
The hate.
We are Artists.
And we know that Art
Is not just a creation.
But is Life.
Our tools may not always be the same,
Our point of views are different.
Our lives are unique.
But we are all the similar,
Connected through one thing:
Our love and life of Art.
Black and White v. Color by BloodyTearsOfLove, literature
Literature
Black and White v. Color
We are forced
To sing and rejoice.
We are forced
To worship those
That supposedly shine.
We are treated like dirt,
Damsels in distress,
So it's time to fight back.
Leave the kingdom,
Find our own way.
Work through the dragons,
The ones sent by those we praise.
A deal has been made,
With our knights,
And the night.
Oh our wonderful,
Beautiful,
Shining knights.
They are perfect
They are strong
They are beautiful
They are heroes
No!
They are flawed,
They are weak,
They are ugly,
They are our enemies.
So no longer shall we cower
Under those that are false.
Those that command us,
Shall no lon
She Sees Something Different by BloodyTearsOfLove, literature
Literature
She Sees Something Different
She sits alone on the sand,
Never once will she stand.
Staring out towards the sea,
Never once will she find he.
A war over there!
That's what she sees.
A war over there,
In which he flees.
'But word has come,'
That's what I hear.
'His body found,'
Yes, in the ocean near.
'Does she not know?'
She sees his body there.
'What do you mean?'
She treats his soul with care.
A young lady sitting,
All alone.
That's all we see,
Words in her mind we have sown.
'So she knows he is gone?'
Yes but she still sits.
Still waits.
And sometimes knits.
For she sees something different.
Something out there.
A man on his mare.
And a love
If you can see the side of another,
Listen to someone who's the ying of your yang.
If you can listen to them
And not be hateful
Or impatient,
Or rude,
And not let go of your own.
Maybe you can think the way I do.
If you can see dragons
Or maybe some fairies
Or even some elves.
If you can see magic
In the simplest thing of the world
As simple as an ant.
If you can watch puffy white things
Float in the air,
And a story of adventure pops through,
Then maybe you can see the way I do.
If you can sit in your bed,
If you can lay on the grass,
And have the adventure of adventures.
If you can List five new breeds,
Animals never
I sat on the floor of my room. It was bigger then I remembered, more blue, brighter too. Maybe that's what memories do. Open up the world. The thought was quiet in my head, barely a passing idea. But what the pages of this book held, it was more than that. It was a journal of memories that incased my mind. It stole me into a time machine and took me far away from where I sat now. It took me away from this room, away from these days, and into something more magical: my own past. And that is where this story begins: Mountain School, my kindergarten year.
It's odd to see yourself in the mirror sometimes. But to look at your younger self and not
Take a breath before
Taking a step. Look around at
Where you are, before making that leap.
Do your friends know where you are?
For their thoughts mean all.
Fear surrounds your senses,
Nervous and shaking to the touch,
You know not what to expect.
It's your first time
Walking down these halls.
Pictures of the past,
Sayings of the future,
A snapshot of the present.
These are what cover those walls.
Is their word really
All you mind shows you?
Rumors aren't real.
This is what you told yourself
Every day in May.
But May has come and gone,
And the day has come.
Will you rule the school?
Or will the school rule you?
Eve
The Evidence that Santa Exists by BloodyTearsOfLove, literature
Literature
The Evidence that Santa Exists
Little kids know his name by heart. They look to him for confidence that they are doing what is right. But as we grow older we realize we were foolish. That childhood fantasies never were real. That dreams are just dreams and that life is without magic. And so, with age, comes reality, and with reality, comes a loss of dreaming. But what if Santa really did exist? And what if he really did bring us gifts? Just we didn't realize it because soon it becomes "too childish" to believe in such foolish things. But if one was to just look back at Christmas would they not find, if not one, then multiple people that find joy in the gifts that have been
Yes, I realize it's been absolutely forever since I've done anything other then comment on others' work. But, I'm going to a Young Writer's Conference so I'll just be focusing on my writing for three whole days. No school to distract me from my work, no role-plays to distract me, just my beautiful pieces of work.
I'm currently looking through my files to see if there's anything I can upload. I wasn't sure if I was going to or not but after seeing that two of my pieces actually almost have or does have a hundred views. I didn't really think that people were actually looking at me work but apparently I was wrong.
One update about one of my sh
Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.
Post the first definition it gives you.
Tag 3 people.
1. What's your name?
Ashlea
god...thats it considered by many to be the reincarnation of the lord
2. How old are you?
16
Legal age for fucking in the UK.
3. Who is one of your friends?
Alex
noun. Someone that is of extreme greatness. Often considered as a god in some religions. Also means cool.
4. What should you be doing?
Resting
To slack off from any responsibility and veg for an undetermined amount of time.
5. What's your favorite color?
I'll choose Red of my three
Flavor of kool-aid to a bla
001. Real name → Ashlea
002. Nickname(s)→ Ash, Ashes, Kat
003. Zodiac sign → Aries
004. Male or female → Female.
005. Elementary → What do you want to know? Elementary was full of yu-gi-oh fights and sleeping
006. Middle School → Well middle was a combo of my first boyfriend and well... That was the most eventful thing that happened
007. High School → Just started. IB will kill me
008. Hair color → Dirty blonde
009. Long or short → Long
010. Loud or Quiet→ Quiet (But can be loud)
011. Sweats or Jeans→ For the most part jeans
012. Phone or Camera → Phone (Gotta