#fanfic
I created a character named Ali,
Who had a quirk called "Empathy."
Her mother was killed in front of her,
And she was trained and beaten for years.
She was forced to **** hundreds of people,
Despite her own tears.
She could feel whatever someone was going through,
With a simple touch of her hands.
As she grew more powerful,
The feelings, she could gently sense.
She fell in love with an explosive boy,
Who filled her troubled life with joy.
The biggest tragedy and irony of Ali,
Was that, despite all the heroic things she did,
She always hated herself for what she was,
Even until her death.
She never saw herself as a hero,
Merely repaying old debts.
Writing her was a journey,
And it hurt me in the end.
For bits of her are part of me,
The painful, but necessary, empathy.
The need to help everyone else,
Despite the hurt to myself.
I love to write,
And the characters I create,
Impact me deeply.
I thought you might like to know about them,
Starting, of course, with Ali.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
I was cold, dark, broken.
Not in body, but in mind.
Light and love were privileges denied to the likes of me.
Blades, bruises, blood, breath...that was all my existence.
I was nothing but a shell, a shadow of death trained to ****
I was the night.
She was warm, shining, healing.
Her spirit shone like a crimson flower.
Her hair was the glowing sunrise that woke me and the fiery sunset that called me home.
Soft, sweet, scents, snow-white skin beneath rose-red locks.
She was alive, vibrant, trained to love life and save it.
She was the light.
One touch.
One act of compassion, an emotion I didn't even know I had.
One act of forgiveness, a foreign sensation that shivered over my skin.
A whisper.
What's the point of chasing after her?
Protector.
That was what I became.
No longer tasked to take life...
But to save it.
Guard it.
Guard the girl with herb-stained hands and a soft heart.
I was no longer me.
I was me, but also...
Her.
I am the knight.
Her knight.
And I will do anything--
Everything--
To keep her light alive.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
and my fingers will trace these scars on your chest — they're no fault lines but darling, i can fall and fall and fold myself into wildflowers on which sunlight unfurls. but this world, it's a battlefield and red roses bloom not from the soil but from the skin and every death feels like the first.
every kiss feels like the last.
and darling, tomorrow, we have all the time to be broken. we have all the time to grow up. but tonight, let me hold you close; my hands are weary of writing elegies. tonight, let me drown in your seastorm eyes; i am tired of looking for temporary ports and for all the wrong shades of blue. tonight, i will read you poems about a girl named helen, who loved despite the war. tonight, the world can crumble down and i can stay right here, safe and sound in the comfort of your sighs, like a girl resting against bruised lilacs. i can stay right here watching you sleep until the earliest hours, forever asking myself how can someone so ****** so broken by this world possess this much softness.
this much gentleness.
this much peace.
regardless, rest your weary bones, my love. morning still is far away.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
“maybe in another life, louis,” i finally said, staring off at the distant city lights and buildings, feeling the cold creep insidiously into my bones. his name easily rolled off my tongue like a reflex — a muscle memory so deep-seated and yet so strange and unfamiliar now.
silence filled the air and yet, at the same time, it was filled with other things — defeat, heartbreak, resignation, the sounds of vehicles speeding off. the pain gnawing in my gut. the regretful yearning. the need to just be stupid and reach out for his hand. the pain of knowing i couldn’t. the finality of the ending.
and yet, here we stood, too close and too far.
he nodded and stirred lightly, as if preparing to leave. my gaze shifted into his direction. his movements, still slow and graceful, and lit by the moon. it was almost too painful, almost too delicate, almost too poetic. i could still remember what falling in love with him was like. i could still remember him breaking my heart for the first time, until the time where there are no more pieces left to break. and i would’ve done it all again.
he finally spoke, bringing me back to reality. it was almost too soft, too weak, but i heard it.
“maybe in another life.”
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
He was tortured for months
Lived worse than in hell.
Nd after all those tryings
When he finally broke free,
He couldn't bring himself
To peace again.
"you need to face your demons to fight them"
So he went back to the town
He was held captive in for months,
Not expecting to meet the demon of his nightmares
Again on the same road he first met him.
"I can't bring myself to hate you"
"you've made me like this.....you've made me to like this"
So he decided to give his captor
All the hell he went through.
Not because he wanted to wrong
The other,
But because he wanted to give
His forced unconcious feelings
A reason to be satisfied.
But for the demon
The hell was not really hell.
It gave birth to a heaven
In his heart.
They both knew it
They both loved it
They both loved each other.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
i couldn't stop staring as the coffee dripped from her lips
she hooked her thumbs under her belt loops, resting her palms on her hips
i admired the curls that fell atop her forehead,
feeling the glowing sensation as my cheeks burned red
her name was sweet, like chocolate on my tongue
and the only thing i could compare her to was our everlasting sun
-PJM
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
By profession,
I am good at
waiting
I am used to
the cruelty
of human upon
human
wounds of wars
and words
delicate deceits that
brush lips with skin
and skin with finger -
prints
like him, I look at bodies
and see stories
I see bruises and scars
that conceal secrets
I can read crimes
as clearly as if
they were written
in blood across
the scene
this game should be
beneath us
he is cruel
and offers a
chance, smaller
than anything
I’ve seen on a
microscope slide
but still, breathing
existing, taunting
leaving me breathless
and broken
it squeezes my
heart as if the
blood inside is
a poison that
needs extracting
my once logical
mind quivers
under his kiss
and empties
he is the ****
that grows beneath a flower
until it is too wild
to ****
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
A hospital roof
top – the world swelling
like a broken limb
beneath him
breathing
the air tastes
of car fumes,
***** – people
with their feet
covered in
the dust of
life
for a moment
my heart imagines
he is going to
jump
jump
away from the plan
I trust myself
enough not to
trust him
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
a gun -
shot wound
to the heart
breathe - just
******* breathe
he won't lie
still, and the
red pool reaches
nearer
reaching like a
hand towards
me
at my feet
I stare at it
and remember
laughing
we didn't laugh often
I'm not like
that
but we would succumb
occasionally
I remember the feel
of his hair - the
way the roots
felt as I brushed
from them with
my fingers
my fingers remember
the touch of his
coat
the scratchy,
uncomfortable
fabric
why did he wear
the ******* thing?
the scarlet stain
has reached my toes
now
I fight the urge
to place my hand
in his
I need to focus
He needs to -
focus
please, just listen
to my voice
put your heartbeat
into it
into me
control
control
control
he is becoming
heart -
less
why has he
chosen me
to save him?
twice now
he says I matter
the most but it's
********
he doesn't want me
he wants my
skills
to find a body
and fake
it
to wait years
no - two years
in silence so heavy
I feel like my lungs
have collapsed
and now to pull him
through - back through
the cavity in his chest
to force the blood
back into his breaking
body
whilst my hands
shake with fear
night terrors
and the shape of
his face as I
drag him
(back to life)
by the roots of
his hair
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
I take tea in the afternoon
as I wait to hear his foot -
falls approaching
I am on
edge until they
kiss my ears in their
heavy booted sound
I add sugar cubes
distractedly, as my
mouth adjusts to
the taste of him
a heaviness on my
lips, upon my neck,
the scratch of a scarf
that looks softer
I imagine the scratch
of a vampire fang to be
worse, and breathe in and
out my prayers that at
least he is by my side
before nightfall
he is a thing of
paleness and impatience,
I am a woman who works
the dead into shapes
that speak
we both seek answers
but know they will not
be found in the arms of
each other
yet still,
our hearts beat
as one
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
Tomorrow is a new day unwritten
The next page of my own book of life
As I hold up my ink pen, you meet me there?
At the midpoint betwixt lumen days and umbra nights
As the world is itself, made of evenfall rides into
the veil of grey. Let the songs sing high,
and sorrow sing low but be so sweet
that I'll feel you in my soul
I await you on the bridge,
Kissing-sweet so come
and meet me there
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
Comparing her
With the other girl
Same face
Same taste
She's funny
And nice
The other one is cold
And fierce
They have the same voice
Same voice but different tones
Kind of similar
But will always differ
Once upon a time
This little girl was so nice
The other one is cold as ice
Suddenly, everything changed in a blink of an eye
She disappeared
Drifted away, faded
Left them behind
Left him behind
She left just before the spring came
She left just before the winter vanished
She left the night before
She left the night after a precious day
She left without saying a word
She left without saying goodbye
She left at midnight
Cold, but has a heart of fire
Snow, Snow
Please come out
Snow, Snow
Please stop hiding
Winter, Winter
Stop trying
Winter, Winter
You don't deserve him
Suddenly, Spring came
And everything changed
Everyone changed
Just like how the season changed
Let it snow, let it snow, let it sno- Wait
Was it still Snow I see?
Or Spring
Who creeps the hell out of me?
4 years had passed
But the feeling
It's always there
They won't just go away
Hey King
What would you choose?
Winter Wonderland
Or Let it Snow?
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
what is this before us
--this sick and twisted thing
where I'm in love with you
but you're in love with him?
i just can't let it go,
this feeling that I have;
so I do something dumb
and seek the one you love.
but as fate would have it,
now he's in love with me;
thus, we find ourselves here
in this affair for three.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC