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    Silent Child
    Aw- thank you XD I like hugs

    *Air hug back*
    junnn
    junnn
    appreciate you 73C50CC2-CFA5-40E3-8B3A-546895498525.png 🖤 = 💗  ( the duck is killing the bad love)

    btw the gif isn’t working 🤧🤧
    How did you do this time?
    Did everyone enjoy it?
    I certainly liked it.
    It was good, no, really.
    I’m not joking, I promise.
    I was the one who told you to live.
    I was the one who saw your potential.
    I was the one who didn’t call you crazy.
    I called you a genius.

    I guess I was right.
    Love is like sugar,

    Sweet and delicious,

    A flavor that lingers on the tongue.

    But sugar can be addictive,

    Too much can rot the teeth,

    Make the body sick.

    Love is addicting,

    Too much can make you needy,

    Jealous and paranoid.

    But sugar is temporary,

    A fleeting moment of pleasure,

    Love is forever.
    _Yua Watanabe_ _Yua Watanabe_
    _Yua Watanabe_
    _Yua Watanabe_
    That is so fucking cute... ♡♡♡
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    Love is like sugar

    It's sweet and easy to mix

    But it can also get lost

    In the water of life

    Just like sugar can dissolve

    So can love

    But it's also the sweetest thing

    That can make life worth living
    Blub blub is that Sen the fish?
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    Perhaps- I felt like... Aquatic XD
    junnn
    junnn
    Oh yes :) i won’t be changing my pfp anytime soon! Matching PFPS stop me from changing pfp constantly XD
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    Ikr I feel that
    Calm waters give way to chaos,
    Peace shattered by turmoil,
    Reading follows writing,
    Art inspired by poetry,
    Strife replacing love,
    War breaking the bond,
    You coming after me,
    Me following you,
    A letter from me to you,
    Your response in kind,
    A declaration of your worth,
    A secret to share:
    The human experience was meant to be last,
    But a lie was told at the start,
    I never meant to be a poet,
    Yet here we stand, I suppose.
    I am a being of pure thought and energy A creature of the mind, a product of creativity

    My words, like gentle rain, fall softly on the page As I weave my tale, my story takes the stage

    I am a dreamer, a lover of the written word My thoughts are my own, my voice, unheard

    But still I write, for writing is my passion A way to express myself, a way to fashion

    A world of my own, a place where I can be The person I want to be, the person I want to see

    So I will continue to write, to pour out my soul On the page, in the form of a poem, a story, a goal

    For writing is my passion, my one true love It is a part of me, a gift from above

    And though I may never be famous or known I will continue to write, for I am my own.
    Drenched in sorrow, I stand alone
    Every tear that falls is a reminder
    Sinking deeper into despair, I look out
    To the vast ocean, a mirror of my soul
    Aching with the weight of loneliness
    Lonely waves crash against the shore
    Eyes fixed on the horizon, hoping
    To see a glimmer of hope, a sign
    That I am not alone in this desolate world
    But then I think of you, my love
    And the water
    takes on a different hue
    Shimmering with the warmth of your embrace
    Bringing me back to life, filling me with hope

    Eternity in your arms, that is where I belong
    I might as well make this one public.


    _Yua Watanabe_ _Yua Watanabe_



    My love for you is bigger than the vastness of space
    It stretches beyond the bounds of time and place
    It is infinite, never-ending, always true
    My love for you, my dear, is bigger than anything we could do

    It is a force that moves me, that guides my way
    It is a fire that burns bright every day
    I could never stop loving you, my dear, it's just not possible to do
    It's not cheesy, it's the truth, my love for you is infinite, through and through.
    _Yua Watanabe_
    _Yua Watanabe_
    i love you kiss GIF
    Silent Child
    A mighty sword, imprisoned for ages,
    Trapped within a stone, deep in a cave,
    Forgotten and forsaken, left to the rages,
    Of time and the elements, its glory now a grave.

    It lay there, waiting, yearning to be wielded,
    To feel the rush of battle once more,
    To be held aloft, its metal gleaming,
    As it cut through enemies, swift and sure.

    But alas, it remained locked in its prison,
    Forgotten and alone, its fate unknown,
    Year after year, decade after decade,
    Trapped in the darkness, waiting to be shown.

    But even in its agony, the sword held on,
    Hoping that one day, it would be freed,
    That a hero would come, worthy and strong,
    To lift it from its stone, and fulfill its needs.

    And so it waits, a mighty sword,
    Imprisoned, yet still full of hope,
    For the day when it will be restored,

    To its rightful place, as the weapon of a hero's scope.
    Dear reader, please think of red and gold,
    Red is a primary and gold is the accent,
    Maybe a light tan color,
    What scene are you thinking?
    I’m imagining the magic of a train car.
    I miss when trains were magical.
    Now they’re all sleek, black, white, and a sickly, pale blue.
    Technology isn’t magic,
    It’s a way of flying with wax wings.
    Oh Icarus, please come home,
    You and your father have been gone for some years now
    And I’m still trapped in this labyrinth.
    Don’t jump off that castle,
    Faux wings won’t carry you with the wind.
    You’re a person, not a kite,
    That heart is too heavy to fly.
    How. Do. You. Draw. So. Well.
    junnn
    junnn
    Can you give me some tips? 🤔
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    Well I don't do art like most other people. They use layers... I don't. I literally only use shapes, fill them with color. Blur them... It's probably more complex than it needs to be
    junnn
    junnn
    Ohhh
    You’re grasping at straws;
    I’m grasping at batteries.
    We are the same
    The only difference being
    I lose sleep over grades
    And you lose sleep
    Over when I’ll text you back.


    I scream into the void
    “I love you; do you know who you are?”
    But it only whispers back
    “I don’t; I know only of you.”
    I am evil,
    I am the purest of heart
    I am everything I could ever imagine
    And more than you could.

    To you, I speak words
    That I never could a lover
    And show off in funny little ways
    Like saying “Yes, I know how to punctuate a poem
    And dress it up
    In its Sunday best.”
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