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  • vixthor 1w

    Her bruises

    They say she's cold but i know she's got a heart of gold. And with time im sure they'll see it unfold
    They say she's weird but I never really cared.
    She stole my heart with a smile, little sweet words and a voice soft and warm like a violins chords.
    They say she's childish but that excites me. Her ability to see the world differently incites me. The little games she plays can sometime last for days but all the same we have fun
    They judge her physically but all i see is a well built sculpture with smoothened out curves and edges. A master piece in the hands of a master worksman.
    She says she's temperamental. I see someone who's too open with her emotions
    These parts of her, her bruises are the building blocks that create the world's greatest muse.
    HER
    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 3w

    I see her laying there
    The chilling cold felt in the air
    Only family are allowed to get near
    In the distant i see her once warm now cold skin
    Her once bright doll-like eyes have lost their light
    Her jet coloured hair now a faded black
    Death becomes her
    Embraces her with furyies delight
    And like an illusion i see a bright light
    She sees me once more
    A little smile caresses her face and in a flash she's gone.

    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 3w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short write-up on Silently

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    And like the night
    Loneliness crept up silently

  • vixthor 4w

    I gave you all my love
    Now
    I can't help but feel empty
    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 4w

    The reasons i dont wanna fall for u
    1. Ur perfect symmertical face. Constantly leaving me in a daze
    2. Ur humour. With the ability to remove any sad tumor
    3. Ur brain. That sexy brain of yours. Im sure it will open for u a lot of doors. Smart and dedicated rarely relegated
    4. Ur ability to take all words without flinching. Your strong inner spirit
    5. My final reason is that if i do I'll hear a voice reminding me that i cant have you.
    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 5w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word short tale on Ungrateful

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    Ive been ungrateful for peace, sleep. Things no more

  • vixthor 5w

    Forgiveness

    I forgive you
    For the times when you would wonder off for hours without any promise of return
    For the unknown times u shot words into my chest not sure of whether i would survive it or not
    For the times we would smile and laugh and look towards the sky like we were the makers of our own tomorrow
    But we weren't
    But the truth is
    I forgive myself
    For the nights i spent crying in a gene's bottle forgetting he has no remedy for love
    For getting angry at the truth. The words meant for my own freedom
    For not understanding the situations we found ourselves in
    For creating an image of you i wanted to believe existed
    For making u cry with words spoken out of anger and reactions built out of nothing but blinding rage
    The Truth is
    I was angry at myself
    I didn't want you to see the rumpled up shell of a man underneath the cold unmoved soul i portray
    I wanted to be a strong castle like Batman's cave, Superman's citadel.
    Places of protection
    In the end,
    Ive got nothing left to do than to try
    Maybe then ill finally understand why

    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 7w

    The greatest Fear

    I wake up.
    Maybe im dreaming i turn to the side she's asleep beside me. Her ruffled black hair tickle my nose. She's with me still
    I wake up
    There's no one beside me this time. She's her friends place probably trying to recall the words from our last fight
    The dagger-like sharp words we threw at each other
    Each making a deeper holes in our souls than the last.
    I wake up
    She's with me still
    Sleeping beside me
    To me the greatest mystery is how u look so cute when ur asleep
    My love for u still as steep
    I imagine you leaving me sometimes
    Maybe cause im too awkward weird not the best looking guy
    These insecurities multiple fight a waging on my mind.
    I imagine thar you'll one day stop loving me
    But the reality is
    U love me
    I love you too
    Even though we both get angry sometimes
    We still laugh together. Cuddle by the fire place. These moments are when we are strongest but they are nothing without those moments of anger and regret. Our Kryptonite
    They are the furnace that create our love into Excalibur. A weapon that stands all
    Seems that the constant thing i fear in my reality and that i cant even imagine is losing you
    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 8w

    Pls give ur feedback and personal notes.
    I would really appreciate it
    #writersnetwork
    #writeunite

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    A Father's Job

    She loved you
    At least she thought she did
    From way you turned ur head lightly at a 30° angle when you wrote on your notebook
    To the way you scribbled on ur bag the names of artists she had never heard of
    To the way you would wrapped your arms around her. It always made her feel secure
    Your mystery. Your mastery in the art of secrecy.
    She loved it all
    At least she thought she did
    I see her
    She's laying on the bed. Face pressed upon the pillow. I ask if she's ok through the door. The muffled tears are too much to bear. I open the door and warp my strong gentle arms around her. I say Dear its gonna be ok. He wasnt worth it. I never really liked him. She still has tears in her eyes. She says i loved him Dad and he loved me too at least i thought he did. He said he'll never leave me. That we'll always be together.
    I hold her closer to me giving her my shoulder to cry on. I tell her "sometimes these things happen showing us that we are worth more. Don't cry anymore. It'll hurt for a while indeed it will. But one day you'll look back with a crimson smile on your face remembering the things that were, could and would have been". We spend a few moments in silence. I set my gaze on her. She's asleep now. I rest her head on the once tear filled pillow and kiss her goodnight.

    Time has past since then. Im older now. The white hair annd wrinkled skin gives testament to that. She's more happier, she's found someone that can make her happy, protect her with his strong gentle arms like i once could, tell her she's beautiful even when she doesnt feel that way and assure her that everything's gonna be ok.
    Seems my work here is done.
    But when you think about it a father's job is never truely done.
    So with a grin on my face. I sit here looking at the beautiful picture book containing memories of the past and I'll send my prayers again and always like I've done from the first day you were born.
    ©vixthor

  • vixthor 8w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word one-liner on Butterfly

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    Truth that shows that everything beautiful takes time