Source Alright! If you’ve read the warning, then you should know what this is about! It’s about you possibly missing out on To Be Hero X!!! A superhero animated show about, well, superheroes! I absolutely

Source The question I posed for myself to answer, What person must I be seen, I ponder, Can the surface portray myself, Am I, as I believe to be me? Do they believe it as me? Or is it a mask I unknowingly

I know what I need to do, However, I need to rest, My tired body can never work, So to bed I went and slept, Tomorrow I will act my due. I know the importance of my work, But, I also have other tasks,

The dark was quiet, The dark was warm, Cradled in embrace, Cradled in a safe place, No need to wonder, No need to think, Idle moments asleep, Idle moments free. What is comfort? What is trouble? With a

Source Move forward, I willed, Yet I cannot go beyond, Barring my way is uncertainty, I realize I know not what I must. Step onward, I strive, But I falter on the first step, What direction to follow is

Source Cold came often when the holiday drew near, The special month at the last of the year, A time when the jolly old man in red, Arrives to give gifts and cheers. To the young who spent their time good

Hi! This is my first time posting on the animerealm, I usually just lurk and look at other posts. I thought it was high time I started making my own thoughts and ideas out as well. To start, I would like

In alleys dark, in streets forlorn, A figure stumbles, a soul is torn. A wino, worn, with eyes that stare, Lives outside, without a care. His name is Jack, or so he's told, A name that's lost, like his

Source I wake to a new day, To walk and toil away, Work and chores I must do, My duty I will do. Day to day, a routine, Every now and then there will be change, But still, I must move, My responsibility

I am my mother's son, I used to speak to rivers, I used to call the rain, I used to ride the storm. I am my nana's nephew, the one amongst the few, I used to play with dragons, I used to run with Gorgons.

Mother Ocean, vast and wide, Cradles the earth, with a gentle tide. Her waves caress the sandy shore, A soothing melody, forever in store. ​ With a whisper, she shares her ancient tales, Of secrets hidden,

Source How are you I ask as my greeting, I am fine, I answer, not waiting for your unspoken questions, I tell tales about how I and other people do, Our day to day lives, As I look at you, A gray and beaten

Image Source Heavy stones press on my frame, Down they push to halt my stir, Slow bleary eyes open to check, The piercing light, enters my sight. Dawn has come, as it always does, Heralding anew day I

Source I awoke to see the skies above, A blanket of cotton in dreary gray, Pitter patter went the droplets fell, Lessen the burden it carries. Yesterday and before and now, Tomorrow as expected it will,

If gemstones were as edible as they are pretty...

Is it all about luck and belief or more

de SplitShire en Pixabay This is my entry for The Ink Well Prompt #105: Bride, stairs, illusion My younger sister has always been the spoiled one, she was very excited about her wedding. She had dreamed

Some efforts have no reward, but it is not the end, you may not have what you sought, still you gained

Innocent young imagination can sometimes go horribly out of control, better to reign it in.

When you don't know what happens next or where things will be! Let it be!