WhiteStar741

As the times fly The end is not the end the moments pass on by The end is a new start to mend The world is cold, but can start again with a smile The hope of the smile is dependent to all life If hope doesn't show; all time stops on a dial The world will enter hardship and strife As our world get colder and colder As hope starts to fade Men grow bolder The world is going away, the way we had it made Our world is one unit of hot, cold, and neutral Though it is in its early development, puerile

Don't tell me The love we saved in our hearts Is not meant to be Don't erase of what we had by breaking me apart What we've gained and destroyed Became our thoughts, words and lives But you seemed annoyed So our love dies by thrown knives The words "I love you" will never be the same It's going to be hard for me But I know that you're not coming back into my game MY love doesn't cost anything, and I have no key Please don't tell me The love we have is not meant to be

The feeling of sheer joy Hangs on my heart like a butterfly This Joy is like a toy A model airplane flies then crashes down from the sky Once I see then plane fall The world stops dead in its track The skies turn grey, dull, the crows do a wailing call I can't ignore everything, I can accept the facts The plane is broken Some parts are missing, mostly its heart No words can be spoken The hurt that I feel is my heart breaking apart The heart breaking is tragic at best The poem is for people who died, lying at rest

---------------An hour to few hours later--------------- You sighed as the plane was starting to touch down. It’s been long; even after getting through the airport’s security or lack thereof. ‘Mark’s probably been waiting for a long time.’ You sighed, as you heard a PING. ‘Oh!’ You jumped a bit out of your seat, ‘I forgot my phone wasn’t on silent!” You looked around the plane and saw that no one heard, or matter of fact, didn’t care about your phone. It looked like most of the passengers were just exhausted, just like you. You took your phone out and saw that Mark left yo

Mark’s POV I knew that I was going to make it to the STIA before _______ would. It might be awhile before she gets her butt here; after all, she had a lot to pack for this trip. I almost feel like I should skip this PAX convention just to help her settle into my, I mean, our home. I went to exit the plane and made a zip line to baggage to get my suitcase. In doing so, I was afraid of running into people who might recognize me. That’s the last thing I need; someone wanting an autograph or picture. Once I got ahold of my luggage, my phone went off. Jack: Hey man! I’m about to leave Ireland! Would you mind waiting at the airp

Your POV You were in the middle of packing, hardcore packing. (You had to pack a lot more than you were expected to in the first place.) As you placed an item into the suitcase, you heard your phone. PING ‘That’s Mark texting me...’ You sighed, looking up to the ceiling, ‘I’ll answer it later.’ You continued to pack things, trying to ignore your phone that was starting to feel like a brick in your pocket. You had a feeling that Mark might’ve changed his mind about you moving in, but at the same time, you were expecting it. It was all too sudden and so many things had to be in place before you move

Mark’s POV ‘__________ is coming to live with me!’ I smiled to myself as I looked around my home, as I was looking around I saw the mess that one person can make, ‘She wouldn’t love the mess though.’ I proceeded to get up, gather up cleaning supplies and tidy. I am not a messy person naturally, but as I so figured out; I am. ------------------------------------------2 Hours Later------------------------------------------ As the downstairs cleaning was just about done, I get a text from Daniel. Dan: Hey man. Are you ready for Washington? ‘Oh crap! Due to the cleaning, I forgot about Washington! I

“Do you want to stay with me, ______?” He said in smoothest tone you ever heard from him. “W-w-what?” You falter a bit as you felt tears swelling in your eyes, “You c-can’t be s-s-serious, M-Mark…” “I’m dead serious, (Cute nickname you get called by your bf/gf).” Mark sighed, “You know about Cyndago, right?” “Slightly, you mentioned in a video with Jack/Sean that you were moving in with a couple of guys in LA.” You took a heavy sigh, “Are you telling me that the guys from Cyndago are now living with you?” “Well, they’re moving

(WARNING: This chapter will touch some people in the feels. This personal outcome with you and your mom, has happened to me, not personally, but to a person I know. Please hold your feels…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!) After shutting down the game console, you decided to look at your phone. You forgot that you have gotten a message before Ken called you. You opened the message app and saw the message from Mark. Mark: Hey, _________. What are you up to at this point in time? You thought you should tell him, but then you read the one right after that. Mark: Really? You aren’t going to tell me what to expect when I see you? Not even a

Mark’s POV Mark decided to visit, Ken or CinnamonToastKen, after hearing the news that he was going to PAX Prime along with Sean, Jacksepticeye, and Felix, PewDiePie. It was not far from his house and it would be a great idea to visit an old, old friend. Mark took the drive to his house, under the time it would take the normal person. (I’m very well indicating that Mark is possibly a fast driver.) He gets out of his car and walks up to the door to be greeted by Mary, Ken’s fiancée. “Hello, Mary!” Mark smiled and reached his hand out to shake hers, but instead was pulled into a hug. “Hello, Mark.