Words Do HurtSticks snap and break on contact,
Stones bruise my skin,
But words hurt far worse.
I can burn the sticks,
I can heal my bruises,
But words can linger.
Sticks to ashes,
Stones to memories,
Words to pain.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But its words that truly kill me.
NightA magical veil brought by the Moon,
With stars and darkness that dismiss too soon.
The darkness a certain allure, the stars a certain shine,
With power and beauty shown so kind.
So far away, the stars are still bright,
A mas so large and a tail like a kite.
The Moon, the protector of the stars,
So close yet so far.
And too soon, they are all dismissed,
As the Sun rose and the sky it kissed.
The bright rays scare the stars away,
As the Sun rises and begins another day.
And though the Moon is still there with a dim light,
I will have to wait again for the Night.
DayThe Yin of Night,
With the Sun so bright.
The Sun the star of the show,
It protects us from darkness and cold.
During the day, the clouds block our view,
But the Sun always breaks through.
It shines gloriously, its rays light,
Morning and dusk, it kisses the sky.
In the dawn the sky is purple and red, true,
At dusk its is orange and dark blue.
The cause is the Sun,
The one who watches us with care and love.
But soon, it ends, bringing out the Night,
Reducing the Sun's lovely light.
Seasonal GraveDo not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the gentle breeze in the summer air,
I am the last leaf who had life and care.
I am the single snowflake on winter day,
I am the reddest rose in the month of May.
I am rain showers in Spring,
I am the many winds in Fall,
I am always here, with you all.
Not in body, but in soul,
The spirit you feel is me,
I am not trapped, I am free.
So do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
I am always silent,
I am drowned in darkness,
I cannot sleep.
I talk to no one,
I see no one,
I dream of no one.
What happened to my happiness?
Was it silenced?
Hidden by darkness?
Banished like sleep?
Oh please help me.
I want sound and voice,
I want light and shine,
I want sleep and dreams.
But no one can know.
I stay silent.
I stay in darkness.
I stay sleepless.
I stay hollow.
A soft word,
I am empty,
Lost in darkness,
I speak a lie.
I tell a joke.
I wear a mask.
I hold my fašade.
And it won't break.
Description: A very painful experience for our favorite Togruta Padawan turns into a lesson in family love.
I panted, laying on the ground while pushing on the wall behind me with my back.
Tonight was disasterous. The patrol had turned for the worst. However you wanted to word it, I had failed on a simple night patrol.
Ever since Mortis, everything had been a failure for me. Every mission had more deaths than usual, Anakin and I spoke less and less, everything that was good turned bad.
I held in a cry as I pressed my hand down on the wound. I had been out here alone, and I was stupid for that for this reason. I had gotten hurt, and I was taken down easily, the mugs who did it got away.
Why was I so stupid! They could have been taken down easily and yet I had failed! How could I have failed! Have I truly become this weak?
I slammed my head against the wall, groaning afterwards as I whispered "Sith spit." I gasped again, feeling my warm blood spill out m
The ShadowsThe Shadows
Des. ...The shadows slowly covered her up, claiming her as theirs and protecting her with a barrier of darkness, she felt at peace. As she started to slowly close her eyes, something broke through the barrier, "Ahsoka!"
The shadows were welcoming.
To see another being in this realm of darkness was overwhelmingly joyful, for Ahsoka did not want to be alone in the dark.
She soon realized what they were doing.
They circled her slowly, as if to show her that there was no where to run, no where to hide.
She watched as they circled her, observing their strange ways, but soon enough, she grew tired.
She let out a yawn and stretched towards the shadow filled sky. She then laid down on the cool dark ground and happily, the shadows started to cover her up.
It felt as if blanket after cool blanket was placed on top of her, encouraging her to rest for a while. She snuggled into the ground, feeling comfortable as the shadows slowly covered her up, claiming her as thei