Keepers Of Time- 1.0 Rowan's P.O.V
I glared down at my unappealing ravioli with disgust and I realized that my twin sister Ashen was doing the same thing. The food here was never very good since all of our cooks were in training.
In fact pretty much everyone here was in training for something or another. The Elder Counsel was made to decide which occupation us Keepers would be trained into but I had to say, They weren't very good at it. A lot of the Keepers including Ash and myself weren't very satisfied with our occupation. Ash was in training to be an Assassin and I knew her well enough to know that she didn't like the thought of killing another person. But that's what we were brought here to do, to make sure the past wouldn't change; and that meant killing some people and saving others.
That was every Keepers only purpose in life; to make sure t
Insanity is Only the Beginning 1.3 I intently watched as my therapist obsessively put his desk back in order. Dust marked the spots where the objects had previously been before everything was thrown aside. Even the place where his coffee mug had been had a faint ring of dust around it as if he always placed it in that exact area. Even though I couldn't remember his name, I knew him well enough to realize that he had extreme OCD. Even a mentally unstable maniac could recognize the signs.
He carefully picked up a picture that had fallen to the side, the glass cracked. It took me a moment to realize that it was a wedding picture of him and his wife on their wedding day.
After he had organized his desk he straightened out his tie. The whole time he did this he never once looked at me.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and rummaged around in his draw
ReincarnationWhen I leave this world
How shall I see?
My eyes with life,
Will no longer be.
Their blueness gone
into the night.
Black holes into my rotting brain.
My vision lost in the
To see I must be born again.
Living in my soul
shines through my newborn eyes.
Reborn a child
in an endless world.
Bare skin, my new disguise.
Held by a mothers
I gaze upon her face.
Her eyes shine back
with transcendent beauty,
known only to time and space.
AddictionI'm addicted to the numb,
But your drugs are pretty risky
I have paid your price,
But I'm still drunk on your whiskey.
I've thrown away the needle,
Yet the feeling still remains.
I'm low on your high,
And I'm feeling withdrawal pains.
Crawling back on my knees
Asking for a fix.
I know I shouldn't
But this stubborn Mule Kicks.
Laying at your feet
Smothered in your sin.
This must stop
Yet I'm happy sipping this love tainted Gin.
I keep coming back,
Drink after bitter drink.
You force it down my throat
Inch by inch it sinks.
I'm picking up your garbage
Like its sparkling gold.
I'm addicted to your poison.
I can't quit, though your torture is getting old.
When I need my fix
You know where to prod and poke.
But When I'm killed from too much poison
You'll fill my mouth with smoke.
This is the last time I'll need your help
and I know it will be tough.
Don't even offer me ride home.
I already know this road is rough.
So Much Love Is HateRain falls from cloudless skies,
The pain you've cause revealed
In my two teary blue eyes.
When you hit me it made you feel so tough,
Now I've got two broken legs
And I'm trying to walk it off.
You get your power from making me feel so weak.
Now I have two injured lips
And I can barely speak.
You screamed at me and told me I was nothing.
My two ears can no longer hear
But I know what you said means something.
I carried your hate, raging hot like the sun.
My two arms are burned
Yet I carry on.