Thanks for the tag @winterandwords. Sorry for being so behind, things have been nutty.
I just started a new WIP today (as if I need another) and these are from that. As of yet, it's Untitled, but Urban Paranormal. Little bit more than 7 lines as always.
I turned to continue my trek in front of the back bar where food orders were place. It was packed. I couldn’t even see the people manning it for the crowd. I knew I’d know them. I knew everyone that worked at The Joe. We were family. Almost literally. We were a pack. Sometimes that was closer than family.
I took two steps past the area towards a set of tables and booths, when my ear piece buzzed.
“Aesa, come up to the office please.”
The voice was deep and smooth. More importantly it had the weight of an Alpha wolf behind it. I hated it when he called me up. It meant he had a chore for me and chores from the Alpha were never ones I liked.
I'll tag @pheita @neelihara @awordchemist and @meerawrites
I just read your astronaut time loop story. And I've to say it was absolutely awesome. Bloody brilliant if you ask me. I just wanted to know if I could write FanFiction for the astronaut and the nasa employee. And could I use the pronouns he/him for the nasa employee and she/her for the astronaut?? I really loved the way you wrote it. AND FRANK! THAT BASTARD. If it weren't for the fact that he helped I wouldn't have spared him for stealing lunch.
P.s. Myself Neelihara btw forgot to introduce myself lol
hey! thanks so much! and nice to meet you. please feel free to write whatever you’d like - and i’d love to see it if you want to tag me! and you (and anyone else who is interested!) can and should use any pronouns you like - they’re all accurate based on whatever y’all imagine.
poor frank. he DID help save the world. but he is a SUSTAINED lunch thief….so…yeah.
This moment marks the beginning of something very dear to my heart. I've finally gathered the courage to share my world of words with someone other than my notebooks and Word documents.
I'm sitting down right now and penning this very first post with a nervous heart and a pinch of excitement.
Writing has been my very own hiding place for as long as I can recall. Whenever life got chaotic or my thoughts tangled like mischievous fairies, I sought refuge in beautiful blank pages.
When I started writing this, I feel like I am sharing my deepest secrets with you, as if you'd discovered my personal diary locked away in the attic. But I welcome you to my page, which will soon be a universe of words, thoughts, and theories that have long existed within me.
I like writing lots of things, from stories to poems, from my thoughts on a movie to why I should have punched the rude guy on the bus, everything I can imagine or express.
I'm Neelihara. This might not be the name of my birth certificate, but this is the name I have given to the part of my brain that makes me want to write. I have taken it as my pen name.
If we were sitting face to face, I'd probably offer you a cup of coffee and talk about stories late into the night. But since we're meeting on the internet, I'll pour my heart into these virtual posts.
Expect to find fragments of my soul scattered across my posts– poems that whispered to me in the middle of the night, stories spun from the threads of my imagination, and sometimes, just my unfiltered thoughts on the world around me and sometimes a diary entry bearing depths of my heart and soul.
I'm hoping that you'll be at home here and that my words will strike a chord with you. This isn't just about sharing; it's about connecting with like-minded souls and friends who appreciate words' beauty and power.
So, welcome to my quiet corner of the internet, where every post is a piece of me, and every reader is a treasured friend.
But remember, dear readers, every word I pen carries a piece of my soul, and your presence here is an honour beyond measure. As I embark on this experience, I eagerly anticipate your whispers in the comments.
So here's to a new chapter in my life. May our connection grow stronger with every word you read that I write, and may this blog of mine forge a few lasting friendships along the way?
I also happen to be an artist, finding just as much delight in drawing as I do in spinning words. Behold a creative glance that shows the part of my mind where the love for writing resides, which I captured in my drawing above.
but beneath it all, a different story finds its place.
Their past is a beautifully misunderstood, tangled mess,
A life of pain, a heart in distress.
Innocence lost, betrayed by trust,
Their journey through the darkness is a must.
Heroes may rise, noble and brave;
Their sacrifices are what the world's hearts crave.
But villains, oh, the depths they descend,
For love or revenge, they fiercely defend.
They may seem evil, cruel, and cold,
Yet, for one person's sake, their story unfolds.
A selfish streak, manipulative art,
Yet they'd tear worlds apart to protect one heart.
The world sees monsters born in the night,
But villains were shaped by a different fight.
Lost souls bearing scars, their innocence refused.
In places of darkness, lost and so confused,
In the depths of pain, where lost souls roam,
They carry their scars, denied a peaceful home.
Before we blame their actions so wild,
Look at the scars of a wounded inner child.
A hero's sacrifice, while noble and bold,
Would leave behind my heart an empty, broken mold.
But with a villain's love,
As white as a black dove.
If they're the one who holds my heart in their hand,
Through flames and ashes, they'll still stand.
Selfish I am, it's true, in this love that I want,
From birth's tender cry to death's final haunt.
Born this way and unapologetically so,
I'll remain until my last breath's soft flow.
In my villain's embrace, I find my grace,
A love transcending time and space.
In their dark embrace, I find my peace,
As the world's storms never cease.
For heroes may fall, and the world may decay,
But in my villain's arms, I choose to stay.
In the painting of the night,
Under the moon's grey light.
My villain claims my love,
His heart a hidden dove,
His lips brushed against mine,
Soft and gentle as a black dove's wing.
Beautifully bathed in the lunar light.
In a world of black and white,
Grey has always been my favourite light.
Oh, the subtle shades that sway,
In the dance of my villain's way.
-NEELIHARA
I wrote this poem after seeing a show where the villain I loved was killed. I was left with a sense of loss, and I wanted to mourn this character. The poem is an attempt to explore the idea that even villains may have more to their story. It's a means to express my love and empathy towards the villain. Thank you for reading, and I would love to know your thoughts on my poem.