Memories Frozen in Time The day she moved away was a sad day for both. Her parents had both been killed in a car accident on their way home from the airport. They were told that her mother had been picking her father up from the airport after he arrived from a job interview overseas. It was a snowy day and while on the highway, a truck lost control on the slick conditions of the road and crashed right into the side of their car, pushing them violently into a ditch. Officials said they were killed instantly, and for that they were glad.Memories Frozen in Time by Fukur0u
She moved away to a small town in a faraway country overseas, to live with her aunt and cousins. With no Wi-Fi or telephone lines, they were unable to communicate. The boy was saddened by the lack of communication, so he sent letters regularly, and waited eagerly for her reply.
The two had been friends for as long as they could remember. They played with the same toys in the same sandbox as infants, played on the same playground as young children and hung o
SuicideAn overdose of sleeping pills, theSuicide by Fukur0u
Barrel of a gun. The sharpness of a knife
Cutting deep into you skin. Setting yourself on fire or jumping
Down from the roof of a building. The list could go on for almost
Eternity. “What am I listing?” All the ways people can commit suicide.
For someone in
Great misery, Death is a safe
Haven where no one will judge the characteristics that truly make people unique,
Irony of this is that suicides are much more common now than ever, when children
learn about pre-
Judices and yet still bully people for their flaws.
Knowing about bullying and how people should accept one another does not help
sometimes. It is almost
Laughable at how ironic it is. I want to ask them, “How does it feel to be a
Major asset in a classmate’s suicide?” They may choose to turn a blind eye and
Never think a
TimelessOn the shelf of the library,Timeless by Fukur0u
sits a book.
It is waiting for the hand to pick it up.
To read it.
The book sits among others,
who make fun of him.
For being old.
For being worn.
But the book does not give up hope,
waiting for the hand,
that will reach for him.
That will experience the adventure within his pages.
When one day the hand does come,
the surrounding books shake in envy.
The hands open the old, worn book,
and the adventure begins.
I Built A HouseI built a houseI Built A House by CrumbledWings
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
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