After it's back, there will be a Feature below of all these awesome members who were lovely enough to donate to us!
(It may happen a little at a time cuz there's a lot and it's currently 2:10am where I am lolol)
These Sorrows I CarryThis sorrow is a giant grey boulder
Perched atop shoulders that can not bear the weight
This worlds sorrows, I take, like a burden I can not quell
I wish to take these boulders and throw them in the ocean
To sink them into darkness where they can harm no one
I see everyone's sorrows
And since I can not merely throw them away
I take them into myself
I try to carry your sorrows
And yet, yet I am shouting for someone to hear me
Tears that fall like endless rain
That do not comfort like raindrops on rooftops
I hear you, I hear you, I hear you
You are loved, you are so very loved
You alone to not have to carry such sadness
I'll carry it for you
Another Chance for The PhantomPrologue
I broke away the last of the remaining mirror, breaking from my prison-like home, and walked through the residual frame. The dank, damp corridor seemed endless as I made my way outside of the burning Opera Populaire.
Where do I go?
The question lingered in my mind while I wandered aimlessly behind the ruined opera house. The police were already searching for me, I knew. I would have to go to a completely different country, start a new life totally.
I shook her from my mind. I had to forget her. She was gone, probably marrying that naïve boy at this very moment. I blamed myself for losing her; it was my fault.
Dark KissesDark Kisses
It was a quiet night on the streets of Gotham. Too quiet.
I glanced behind me, paranoid. Gotham wasn't the safest place to be in pitch darkness.
Pushing my glasses up nervously, I clutched my books and papers to my chest. These had to get to my apartment safely; Bruce Wayne had entrusted them to me in confidence.
I saw the lights of my building ahead, so I sped up a bit. Almost there
"Tasha?" a voice ran out behind me.
Only one male voice called me that: Bruce.
I spun around, and surely enough, there was Bruce Wayne. His dark hair was slicked back, his eyes a piercing blue. He was still wearing his black suit from a f
Nobody ComparesI couldn't believe it. I was about to marry the love of my life. I stood in front of the full length mirror, looking at my reflection. My normally curly brown hair was straightened and looked beautiful in a half up, half down style. My eyes were lined in gray eyeliner and my lashes curled and long with black mascara. The dress I had chosen was perfect for my curvy body; the corseted bodice was decorated with off white beading in a flowery pattern, drawing attention to the way the skirt flowed out into a princess-type style; I felt like Cinderella going to the ball.
"You look beautiful, Devin," my best friend Anna said. She wore a gorgeous hi
The darkness of my heartThe sun has gone
The stars have fled
The moon has died
Only shadows break the blackness
There is darkness in my heart.
It blinds me
I cannot see
There is nothing
There is no one
This is the darkness of my heart.
I keep on running
I keep on hiding
But still the darkness comes
And then I know
The darkness is my heart.
gHoStI watch you all
Through my veil of mist
I see you, but you can't see me
You laugh and joke, smile and cry
As do I
But you do it together
And I do it alone.
I am a ghost to you
I see the world passing me by
Unwilling to let me in
You feel my presence
A chill down your back
A feeling of someone watching
I am invisible.
I see the faults
The gaps in friendships
The scars in relationships
I see the hurts
The pain of bullies
The heartache of lonliness
For this made me what I am.
A ghost to the world
A ghost to myself
I wasn't always like this
I was like you once
But years of isolation
Have made me become a shell
A mere re
Fire With Fire(AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A DISTURBING, SCARY STORY. PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE, OR IF YOU'RE A LITTLE KID WHO'S FAKED THEIR AGE ON THEIR DA ACCOUNT. THANKS.)
I narrowed my eyes and made my face as stone-like as possible as I strode towards the general direction of the family home. It had been a tough day at my weekend job considering the last-minute Halloween-supplies rush, and it hadn't helped to learn that my damned parents had let me down again. Currently most of my attention was focused on keeping my face perfectly still in case the emotions leaked out, ignoring any cries from passers-by when I bumped into the