bruisedsoul1

It's like a punch in my gut A hole in my throat Cotton in my head I can't seem to accept the reality I see your grave I sit in your empty chair Watch as your room became just a memory The old photos of us smiling The memories of us laughing The old songs we used to sing It both haunts and comforts me Life has never been easy But now it'll be so much harder Time became my enemy Fooling me into believing I had so much more Just turn the clock back Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more Come back to me Tell me it'll all be ok. But there's a sting in my heart And it reminds me you're gone I know this pain will be with me always How co

It was her secret. As if she lived in her own nightmare. It crept up on her so suddenly, she fell to her knees. Desperately trying to catch her breath. Her mind began to race; all while her body shut down. She fell on her side, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her. There she lay, unable to move as her mind and body was wracked with a familiar pain. Her heart felt a twinge of despair pull at it. Almost as if someone was playing her heartstrings in a sad melody. Tugging at her brain, leaving a itch she could not scratch. Her eyes scanned the area around her, did no one see the pain she was in? Would no one help? Were they all so blind? She began

I can feel it in my hair, I see it in my reflection's stare. My muscles are so sore, And I'm more restless then ever before. Tossing and turning in my sleep, I can't seem to find that slumber that goes so deep. Its my favorite time of the year, But I can't seem to find the cheer. Financially I'm stuck in a hole, And I feel the stress deep in my soul. Relaxing is out of the question, Unless I drink myself into oblivion. Deep in my mind I know it'll be fine, I just need to make it through these last couple days. And hey who knows, maybe it'll all be ok.  

I know she wouldn't want me to cry, but I have so many tears in my eyes. Perhaps I will see her again in 100 years, Or if I simply look in a mirror. She was so much a part of me, How could I not, have seen? I thought I had so much time, But someone flipped the dime; and it was all ripped away. I will always regret all the time I spent apart, Give up so much for one more day, one more hour with her. To talk, To hug, To simply have a moment to apologize. I love you Mom, And I hope your pain is gone.

"Send my remains back to the Summerset Isle? Are you kidding me!?" I yelled as I took a step forward. "Watch yourself elf! Or you'll be the first to go!" the woman yelled at me. The male guard beside her, gave me a pleading look and began walking me to where the rest stood. I stood in line, quiet but not happy. As I looked around I noticed a man in Imperial armor walk up to Ulfric. He had salt and pepper hair, a lean build, older features, and a posture that seemed to say 'I'm better than you'. I didn't like him. "Ulfric Stormcloak, you challenged the High King, and used the voice to tear him into pieces. That's just not something you do. N

"Hey you, are you finally awake?" Came a deep, ragged male voice from beside me. "Talos damn it! What happened?" My head felt abnormally heavy, and I couldn't move my wrists. "You must've been ambushed along with us at the border" the male voice spoke again. I finally looked up and noticed three men in the wagon with myself. The man speaking had blonde hair to his shoulders, blueish eyes, and wore blue armor. The man beside me couldn't speak, but I could tell by his clothes, which looked much finer, he must've been a general of some kind. He also had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and grey eyes. He watched me intently, and I found myself

Death. We heard them laughing before they attacked. We thought we could handle them, but we miscalculated and wound up in this situation. Athena being dragged away, as men took hold of her, and Rah'la going with them, knocked dazed by a man's sword hilt. They laughed at me, a high elf, standing ready. I dared them. My eyes gave off a warning, return my family or die. But they did not comply, Athena's fur was much to beautiful, and Rah'la was pretty enough prize. Or so I heard them talking about it earlier. It was down to me, and the rest of them. Six of them to be precise. "If you can beat us elf, then we'll give your friends back, if not,

I don't think I could ever put into words my loneliness, My ever growing sorrow is much to corporeal My heart is more of a stone burdening my chest I won't try to spell it out Cause who would understand? All sorrows, and pain are different, Experienced by that one person alone. So who am I to say mine is more painful then yours? You won't see my tears, You will never see my aching heart And no one can ever understand my loneliness. Cause really? I will not be able to understand yours.

Take me back to when war was simple, Sword and Bow were at the height of weapons, When armies fought for a reason, Not just for their government. Take me back when Men would fight for what they believed in, And women would stand at their side. Tell me the tales of those brave warriors, Who asked for nothing but your safety in return. Just take me back to where my soul longs to be, So that I may let me spirit be truly free...

Fresh blood runs down my arms, The cuts are new, the knife still so sharp. The anger in my heart gone, The sorrow in my soul lingers still. I can not breath I can barely stand, And yet here I am smiling, Telling you all is fine And you believe me. Cause you can not see, And you can not know.