InternetWe would talk face to face;
Not screen to screen.
But still you bring us together;
Joined are the nations across the seas.
We would read books,
Hear the voice of one
But still you are the bringer of free speech;
We hear the voices of many.
We have many faults,
You may be one.
But still and for now,
you are the people,
and the people you.
To DoI've a never ending list,
of things I should probably do.
The question is do I want to;
The answer probably not
The InnocentAll is not lost.
They can be saved.
Their hearts, so pure;
Their minds, so free.
No one will touch them;
They will learn for themselves.
Hidden YouYou hide behind your logic
We must read between those lines,
To define you is impossible
As you don't show.
You follow how you should be,
Not as you wish.
Your views are stolen
Taken from a higher source,
You are not your own,
You only think,
Your maturity grows sweet
From the childhood you never had,
You are beginning to unravel,
Your world, crashing
Falling off the frail truths you told,
You will one day learn
Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.
Erza and Jellal Fanfiction II- Goodbye Fairy Tail
*Erza was in a relationship with Jellal*
Erza was at Jellal's house and was still sick. "Are you feeling better Erza?"Jellal asked, "I'm feeling a little better, thanks."Erza replied, "Erza, I..."Jellal said, "What is it?" said Erza, "I was planning to go on a journey in Fiore and uhmm, I was thinking..that will you go with me..."Jellal said nervously. "How can I leave the guild? The guild will need me you know..."Erza replied, "However, I can tell the guild that I will go on a journey alone."Erza added. Jellal smiled, "Then tomorrow we'll go to the harbour!", "To-tomorrow? tomorrow already?"Erza asked, "Well, yes the sooner the better."Jellal said, "Okay, I'll pack my things later, I'm all better."Erza replied sadly. Jellal hugged Erza saying,"I know it's hard for you to leave the guild, If you decline my invite then it's fine." Jellal said to Erza. "It's not like I don't want to go with you, What if something bad happened to the guild?"Erza said, "Hey it's okay, remember Natsu, Gray,
Poor GirlPoor Girl
She is one who lives with fake smiles and cheer
And is the one with no one dear.
Although to all she wise beyond her years
It is herself she truely fears
With a horrid face she sees herself
And someone that all could live without
Useless, Ugly,Broken and Shamed
It is only she to be blamed
Poor girl will never see the truth
For she is still in her youth
She watches the world pass by
With blue empty eyes
Inside she rots from the inside out
Just waiting for the day when she will give out
Most others do not see through her mask
Fake friends find this to much of a task
Only to be used and thrown out
She will simply go without
Her ambitions trampled
Her happiness in shambles
To her mind she runs
to escape everyone
In her own world she is at peace
Until all her life functions cease.
ParchmentI speared you with a black-ink pen.
I tried to balance the weight
of our weare-worn shoulders.
Tried to counter it with beauty
and hopefulness , with my hopes,
persistence & with my dark love.
They came to see it in hundreds,
Droves, of similarly seeking
hope and a reason to continue.
Reasons to love, even when it
hurts. Reasons to try when the
vast weight of differences 'tween
us can't be fixed by adding
a single strike of strength
through the middle. Our love
wasn't strong enough for poetry
to save. It crumbled to nothing
but the paper beneath the pen, and
my half broken voice whispering a
tale of our forgotten, broken, love.