Sunflower-Lover-Ivan

Heaven’s little soldier fell      The woman with the white office,          Tainted those beautiful blue eyes Knuckles stained with crimson      The blood of his only family left,          Damned to his knees in pain Heaven’s little soldier balled his fist      The angel weapon held tightly          Another slam to his family Deep green eyes looked up at him,      His breathing ragged and heavy          “Cas, I know you’re in there.” Blue eyes flashed with regret and sadness      Yet, another blow slammed down          “I know you can hear me.” ‘End him already!’ she yel

    The rain pelted down against the small window as you looked down at the broken man before you. He looked so small and fragile—no longer the powerful angel he once was. Seeing him like this broke your heart into pieces, but you knew that you had to be strong for him. He was supposed to be helping save the world, not laying motionless and weak in a hospital bed. All you wanted to do was hold him and cry.    “Oh, Cas,” you whispered, lightly moving back his hair from his damaged forehead.    Hours had passed and he was still unconscious. Worry and fear had suppressed all other emotions, never allowing a peaceful thought

We turn to fictional characters for an escape from reality into our own reality. We sit down and slowly let ourselves slip into a different world. There is none of the day's horror, flowed away. We have no past, no present. There is no time, all the clocks stop their ticking. Doctor Who. It's no longer a show to me, it has become a part of me. It's a way of living my life, a way of looking at life. A sense of hope. There is no more yelling, no more bullying. No more loneliness, no more abuse. A world full of life. I no longer am in a small town, no longer in the Milky Way. I'm now on vast planets, billions of light years away. It's 1

May trigger suicidal thoughts or actions, please read with that in mind. I do not want this to send anyone over the edge. If you need anyone to just listen or to help you through anything I'm here. Her eyes are red and puffy, filled with warm tears in which are already overflowing. Her normally pale oily skin is now tear stained and red from the intense amount of crying that she has done. Her once bright and happy face has become sad and dull, lifeless. The cold pale tile beneath her was strewn with small puddles and stray droplets of blood from her freshly cut up arms. As she sat grimly and wrote out her dying words which will never be spok

For the last year, you’ve been dating Sherlock Holmes. Yes, the consultant detective and high functioning sociopath, as he says. John is happy for you both, yet he still can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that Sherlock has a girlfriend. And that goes for everyone else that knows him, yet John can understand it better than the rest. As for Mycroft, he asked you to spy on Sherlock for money, like he has for anyone else that lives in close proximity of his younger brother. You didn’t except, till later into the relationship when Sherlock said that the two of you could have fun with it. It was snowing outside as you ra

Francis sat alone on the couch, glass of red wine to his side. He sat there in comfort, letting all of the memories rush back, not that they ever left his mind, always there in the background of everything he ever did. She was always there, her beautiful bright brown eyes, silky brown hair, soothing voice, and he could even feel her courage. He sat there looking at the painting he had that he adored the most, one of her smiling next to him. "Jeanne!" Francis called. She looked at him before giving him a smirk, and running over to him. She hugged her best friend before they set off. "Francis, what are we doing?" Jeanne asked, he smiled at he

A home should be somewhere that makes you feel comfortable, not trapped. Somewhere that is filled with loved ones, not ones that hold hate. Somewhere that you feel welcome and loved, not hostile and a waste of space. Somewhere that gives you the feeling of warm and acceptance, not lonely and dark. Somewhere that takes all of the burdens and worries of the day away, not somewhere that forces those thoughts back out. Somewhere that even just the thought of it makes you smile, not making you feel dreadful. Somewhere that makes you homesick within a day, not somewhere that gives you joy from leaving for a long while. Somewhere that every r

You will never leave me, I will always remember you. Forever. Rest In Peace, Jack E. Dawson 1931 – 2010 I was told as a young girl that when it would rain, the heavens were crying. So why did it not rain when he was taken from me? Why? I don't know if they knew who they had taken...but I know. They took my only hope. My light that shone in the darkness that would try to take over. He was there for me no matter what. Always backing me up. There to calm me or to quiet my cries. Though he was not my parent, he raised me. Always there to help and guide me. My parents working all the time. Seeming to have no time for me except in the lat