Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been دیا too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing آپ to jump, and some part of آپ secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.
She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted سے طرف کی the waves.
Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not what she had once been: human.
She slipped her shoes off and allowed the water to lap at her toes. She glanced down. Her reflection had not changed since she had first become Aware. The earliest memory she had was blinding light, the first thing she had seen as a vampire, the first thing she remembered.
She was pale, but as was all of her kind. Nothing unusual there. Her ice blue catlike eyes blinked back at her. Again, nothing unusual, all vampires had the eyes of a cat. The vertical slits of her pupils dilated in the poor light.
She played with the end of her long, dark plait. She had refused to cut it, even though it came down her back and irritated her while she was hunting. For some unfathomable reason, it was important, almost as if she'd promised she wouldn't.
Her gaze touched the very edge of the horizon, the deep blue that seemed almost translucent.
Everything that physically exists leaves a trace of some kind, she mused. She looked back at the footprints in the sand. Maybe she should not exist, but through a twist of fate, she did, as well as the painful truth that creatures of the night did.
She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted سے طرف کی the waves.
Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not what she had once been: human.
She slipped her shoes off and allowed the water to lap at her toes. She glanced down. Her reflection had not changed since she had first become Aware. The earliest memory she had was blinding light, the first thing she had seen as a vampire, the first thing she remembered.
She was pale, but as was all of her kind. Nothing unusual there. Her ice blue catlike eyes blinked back at her. Again, nothing unusual, all vampires had the eyes of a cat. The vertical slits of her pupils dilated in the poor light.
She played with the end of her long, dark plait. She had refused to cut it, even though it came down her back and irritated her while she was hunting. For some unfathomable reason, it was important, almost as if she'd promised she wouldn't.
Her gaze touched the very edge of the horizon, the deep blue that seemed almost translucent.
Everything that physically exists leaves a trace of some kind, she mused. She looked back at the footprints in the sand. Maybe she should not exist, but through a twist of fate, she did, as well as the painful truth that creatures of the night did.
Some of آپ may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
یا even my worst enemies.
This سال I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
یا even my worst enemies.
This سال I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 کتابیں I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually reading it!!!One دن i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
سے طرف کی AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but آپ are always there
in her way.
آپ scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
آپ laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick سے طرف کی my friends. Help stop bullying!
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron quince کے, سفرجل años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron quince کے, سفرجل años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada