Name: Regi
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Clan: White/GHOST
Role: Lookout
Level: 1
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 156 lbs.
Appearance:
- Olive toned skin
- Silver eyes
- Short hair, shaved on the left side. Dyed midnight blue, with one bleached streak in the bangs. Usually lightly gelled to keep it out of his face.
- Somewhat lanky, with softer facial features. A bit of a pixie face.
Personality:
- Most notably, Regi is incredibly shy. Idle chatter doesn't happen often, unless you've earned his friendship.
- He isn't one for debates or arguing, tending to stand aside when things start up. Unless of course you say anything about his family or clan.
- He wil
What am I supposed to feel?
Sad?
Angry?
Worried?
To be honest,
All I can feel is
Betrayed.
I feel like
Perhaps
Just maybe
The world wants to prove me
Wrong.
As if I'm not supposed to be
Optimistic.
As if I shouldn't be
Strong.
I want to be
Brave.
For him.
For my family.
I want to be
Confident.
I want to be
There...
But what am I supposed to
Say?
There's just so much
Shit.
There's just so many
Lies.
There's just so little
Time.
And I'm just so
Scared.
When you walk past me, what do you see?
When you hold my hand, what do you feel?
When you speak with me, what do you hear?
I imagine we both have different answers,
We both respond in different ways.
But I wonder.
When you pass me in the hall,
When your hand brushes mine in accidental contact,
When you murmur a single line of apologetic words,
Do you at the very least sense my fear?
Because what seems the simple passing
Of a stranger on the street
Is for me a cause of heartache,
A trigger for bated breath and dizzy thoughts.
So do you see it?
The fear in my eyes,
The fade of my gaze,
When you say my name,
When you tell me your story?
Do y
They tell you that you move on.
You grow older,
You gain experience,
And everything you see and hear makes you who you are.
You move on,
And every step you struggled through
Has become your face, your name,
Your identity.
They tell you that you learn.
Every memory you make,
Every scene you take part in,
It's all what writes your book.
You learn,
And every face you memorized along the way
Has helped create your mind, your heart,
Your voice.
We can walk whatever path we wish,
Take any turn or twist or fork,
And I can say with all certainty that someday we will arrive.
Every inch or foot or mile we travel,
Every bump we've had to face or flatt
Today My Heart Stopped Beating by TheShadowMeister, literature
Literature
Today My Heart Stopped Beating
Today my heart stopped beating.
My time was up, but why?
I left a legacy incomplete,
Left many paths untried.
Today I spent in darkness,
Where I wondered what to do.
My heart had stopped its beating, yes,
But my life just wasn't through.
Today my heart turned burnt-coal black.
I made a deal with a demon, see;
Thirteen years, nothing more,
And then he'll come take me.
Today my heart is not my own -
Now he can feel things too.
He shares my lonely soul with me.
Day seven-thirty-two.
Today I'll turn eighteen years old,
Day forty-seven-thirty-nine.
I've left to find my demon,
To bargain for more Time.
Today my life was ended,
Before it could
In Every Heart/Facade by TheShadowMeister, literature
Literature
In Every Heart/Facade
Darkness hides in every heart,
Argue if you like,
But I know it to be true.
It even hides in me and you.
I've often let it slip
And see the world beyond.
That darker side within me
Wants nothing to be but free.
Now, surely,
I must tell myself
That this cannot be so.
All darkness should stay hidden deep below.
A facade, a mask,
Really, it's no more than that-
A smile on lips
No sweeter that rose hips.
But you see, I can read
The settle lines beneath it.
Smile all you like, my friend-
Surely I'll be smiling in the end.