We all crave
To be free
Like a bird
Flying
We all crave
Equality
To be treated as human
Equally
We all crave
For something more
Like a traveler
Always explode
We all crave
For a cure
That's no one have to die
Anymore
We always Craves
We always Wants
We always hunts
No matter how much it hurts
Take or steal
Craving for something real
It's our natural desire
To Crave
I hear your voices, In my head… I hear you when I’m low. Whisper, Whisper, Whisper… Shout! At me always. Never nice, Except for that one time you were nice, But then… You were different. I know who you are, I know what you are. Whisper at me if you must, But know I’ll beat you each time.
Tick tock goes the clock, As the hands move round. The time be upon me to accept – That I am getting older. Thirty-six thousand, five hundred and twenty-six times, The hands have nearly completed their never-ending circle – Tick tock goes the clock, And it feels like the hands are getting faster. Half a century is nearly under my skin, And feels weighty in its memory… Tick tock goes the clock – The hands moving onwards towards the future end. The spring will unwind, The future will be defined, And I will finally come to an end. No more tick tock of the clock… Just grim silence as the clock stops.
Magic, scientifically explained by RandomVanGloboii, literature
Literature
Magic, scientifically explained
It's hard to define magic. After all we're talking about something that is by definition unscientifical, and therefore cannot have any rigorous definition whatsoever (oh yes, I used "by definition" on purpose). And so we have various explanations for magic in each imaginary world, if any; most of the time, however, magic is just there, unexplained. However, long time ago I came to a very simple conclusion. Get ready because I am going to talk about physics starting from now. I promise I will do it in the simplest way possible, but anyway - hem, hem: MAGIC IS THE VIOLATION OF THE FIRST LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS. What does that law say? It says that the total amount of energy in an isolated system is constant. In layman's terms, energy can be neither created nor destroyed. Magic, however, goes beyond that. As Eragon taught us (it has many defects but if there is something that saga has really done well is its magic system) magic is the manipulation of energy: but for doing such
The piercing arrow went straight through your heart Hope’s pulse was great in defeat To revel no longer Lost in the storm Of passion, we tear up The darkest will rise again Forget it all, Never again to See the sunrise Lose what you hold most dear How could we Strike back? We fight Without hope And no longer Fearless Because, it spread out, encompassing hope And this chapter came to a close We were drenched in burning despair Then were pushed down by this crushing fate Reverse the clock, Turn back the page Oh, sacred song, Unlock this cage And we pushed back, crushing fate And are dead set on burning despair Every soul starts drawing close To that matchless, encompassing hope Fearless And no longer Without hope We fight Strike back! How could we Lose what we hold most dear? See the sunrise, Never again to Forget it all Lost in the storm of passion We tear up the darkest will Rise again The piercing arrow went straight Through your heart
If I could choose to forget, if I could choose to never remember, what kind of person would I become? Would I become someone better? If I could forget my past, I would no longer be haunted by my mistakes. I would focus on the future, I would no longer fear heartbreaks. If I could forget how to love, I would no longer be attached. I would not be afraid of loss, and my heart would stay intact. If I could forget how to cry, I would no longer feel weak. I would not hate myself so much, and life won't seem so hopeless and bleak. If I could forget my past, I would have nothing to fear. I would have nothing to remember, I would have nothing to hold dear. If I could forget how to love, I would no longer care. I would no longer have false hopes, I would never fall into despair. If I could forget how to cry, I would no longer feel pain. There would be no need to pretend anymore, and no more facade to maintain. However, If I forgot my past, I would never become stronger. I would