Lokih3art

Christian. Catholic. Witness. Polytheist. Atheist. Satanist. Jewish. God. Lord. Jehovah. Lucifer. Jupiter. Zeus. Pan. Love. Pride. Forgiveness. Fear. Faith. Patience. Respect. Why do we shun those with beliefs that are hardly different from our own? Why do we think we are better than people who don't agree with us? What is it that makes humans think they are so damn entitled that we can tell another life what to believe?

An open wound, A broken bone, A bleeding cut, An open mind, A broken heart, A bleeding wrist, A bloody knife. Anyone can cause pain- Pain on themselves, pain on another two people can hurt each other. One person can stab, the other bleeds out, or a person can make a single slit, painlessly taking a life. You can swing a hatchet, You can shoot a gun, You can stab a heart- Sadistic fun. But not all pain is intended, some was never meant to be caused. And this is the pain that, most often, pierces the heart the deepest. Anything can hurt anyone, even unintentionally. A tight embrace, A word barbed with wire, A single "Goodbye," "I love you" "Don't cry." Some words are meant to hurt, more than others, such as I hate you I don't want you in my life anymore, I should've left a long time ago, You're a jinx, Nobody likes you, You're hard to love, You're worthless, You were always a mistake, You were never meant to exist. So, in case you're feeling bad, you've been recently hurt, bad

What the fuck happened to what we want? Or did you forget about how you said that we had a choice, told us not to feel pressured, told us if we say no, you wouldn't do it? Was it just a damn lie that you didn't want to ruin our lives? That it's not your "intention" to change who we are, or how we live into a cup of crap pudding? Cause it seems like you're doing a damn good job at that so far. I thought I had a choice. So I'm sorry for thinking once again that my opinion actually fucking matters. I'm sorry for thinking I wasn't wasting my breath talking to you. I'm sorry for crying myself to sleep when I finally realized you don't give a damn about us That you've just been looking for what's most convenient for you and Mom. That you were just gonna do this anyway, that I fell for the idiot lie that I'd have a fucking choice. I'm sorry that I believed you. I'm sorry I don't want to leave the place I've just started to call home, the place I've just started to call home, the place

A person needs a friend. A soul needs someone to trust. Just as a wedding needs flowers, As a garden needs water to grow. But some may not be the best choice of companion, Some may not be a trustworthy friend. Some are like a florist growing poisonous flowers, Selling beautiful plants spewing deadly fumes. She'll plant her seeds and water her garden, Drawing in friends and followers with a charming smile, She attracts bees and customers, Slowly suffocating them, bringing them closer to their ends. They buy flowers constantly, Talk with her all the time, Bringing home toxic petals, Convinced they enjoy and need her company. They slowly perish, But the flowers still stand, And she takes in new customers, Replacing old "friends" with new.

Don't ask me my opinion, Don't tell me to share my thoughts. I don't have any questions, And, no, I won't tell you how I feel. I refuse to open up to you, a stranger in my home. My opinion is that Mom loves you. My thoughts say that you love her back. I think you're the best think to happen to her in a while. I think you're a great guy. My opinion is that you have a tendency to piss me off. My thoughts say that you have to fucking right to come into my home, and take it upon yourself to decide what my future will look like. I think you're a cocky, homophobic, bastard who thinks he's the smartest damn person alive. I think I'm lying to myself. My opinion is that I'm scared. My thoughts say that my words don't matter. I think I'm insecure. I think it's happening again. My opinion is that I really don't mind change My thoughts say I'm just not ready for it yet. I think I barely know you. I wonder why you're so damn determined to mold me into a person I'm not. My opinion is that I'm

Solace Son of Apollo, God of the Sun God of poetry God of song Who rides a chariot from east to west. William A half-blood, A boy Doctor And Lover, To Nico di Angelo. Di Angelo Son of Hades, God of the Underworld God of death God of judgment Who owns a pet that loves red rubber balls. Nico A half-blood, A boy Outsider And Mourner, Of his lost sister Di Angelo Daughter of Hades, God of lost souls God of mortal spirits God of the dead Who saw his daughter’s worth more than his son’s. Bianca A half-blood, A girl Elder Sister And Protector Who pledged loyalty to Artemis before her death

Throw an apple and it's a proposal, Catch the apple and you accept. An apple a day keeps the doctor at bay The first bite is always the best. An apple a day keeps anyone away, if you throw it hard enough. Or if you poison it, like the evil queen, and end your life in a painful dance. But if apples are healthy, why are the seeds toxic? And what happens if you catch the apple, then drop it? How is the first bite always the best, if it tastes the same as all the rest? Would you still call it good if you choked to death?