Finally I've Flown by All-Homestuck-Lyrics, literature
Literature
Finally I've Flown
Say that you believe in faeries
'cause if you don't I'll never fly again
falling down is not as scary
as never finding confidence to stand
and now I guess, I'll never know
I'm in Neverland forever, I never will grow old
and I'm leaving you lost boys and girls, alone
and finally I've flown
I'm a hero in a land of treasure
and a failure, in a body that's all wrong
I tried to measure up to this adventure
to fantasize and make believe I'm strong
But if I give my all and still
amount to nothing in the end, then I guess it was pretend
when I thought that I could help protect my friends
and with my lance I'll charge
into the morning, look for me by
Sometimes, I feel so very sorry for
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
The Moon Cries Too, You Know by TrueFyr, literature
Literature
The Moon Cries Too, You Know
The moon is alone in the sky tonight
Not a single star is showing off its light
My mind wanders as I wonder why
Why the moon wanted the sky
The moon is in pain, did you not know?
Just look at its scars, not including what it will not show
The sun itself cut and burned her skin
So when Luna sets for her night, you’ll know just where she’s been
The moon is alone in the sky tonight
And her loneliness if filling her with fright
Afraid of loneliness and afraid of eternity
Praying that someday, a lover will answer her plea
As I watch her from below, my heart goes out
I will give her a love which she cannot doubt
I will become a star,
Shy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
"Once upon a time, there lived a queen in a world of mirrors and deception, a queen with gray eyes of steel..."
Grace isn't sure what she wants to do with her life. At one point in her childhood she'd aspired to become a writer, but that dream faded soon after she realized the ridiculous ambiguity of her writing, her inability to clearly convey countless ideas and stories through the written word. So now she has no ambition whatsoever. Her days are wasted on bulimia-like education at a place called 'school,' as she sees no other way to spend her time.
Math class. "Hello? Grace?" A whiny voice buzzes into her ear. Grace stares ahead at the c
SCENE ONE.
[It is a lovely day. Sunshine filters through the open window and covers Natalie's desk with golden warmth. Natalie sits at her desk, one cheek pressed against the cold wooden surface. Her disheveled hair is pinned back with two broken pens. Balls of crumpled paper surround her, as well as several new, empty spirals, a handful of snapped pencils, and some drinking glasses with mold growing at the bottoms.]
Natalie: Where are all the delicious plots that once filled my imagination? They seem to have disappeared. There are no words to catch, no stories to tell! I feel hollow. I feel my existence crumbling away to nothingness! What