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How I See MyselfI’m not a stereotypical human being
I’m not a stereotypical teen
I see and know and feel
Differently than people expect
I see patterns and equations to get through:
Life, death, religion, and class that
Eventually leads to the same thing;
A class act of religious life and death
I know too much about everything
I know too little about the same thing
That she was talking about last week
Or is it next month?
I feel as different as everybody else
But everyone else is the same person
One way or another or exactly the same
As the guy who sits in the corner alone
My life is a dream in comparison to
Just what people think of me
There are things that they know
And secrets they aren’t telling me
I don’t know what I’m doing
Where I’m going or who I want to be
I don’t know how to live or die
Or even do geometry
All I know is all that I can do
I can get through my life on my own
Somehow by myself, but maybe not alone
I’ll need that helping hand and a
The Intro VersionMy silence shouldn’t be frowned upon
My words are more important than you think.
Don’t see my silence as rude,
Don’t you dare think that I’m dumb.
I may not always raise my hand to give the answer,
But that’s only out of fear.
Fear of the limelight,
Fear of the attention,
Fear of the judgement
That others put on to me.
Those fears are just as bad
As his fear of heights, her fear of the dark,
All of the things that you fear-
And everything that fits in between.
I treat my fears quietly.
I fight all of my wars wordlessly.
An introvert is what I was yesterday,
An introvert is what I am today,
An introvert is what I’ll be tomorrow.
There’s no changing that.
The Liar's TruthLies, lies, lies
and truths, truths, truths.
Neither can distract me from
how I feel about you, you, you.
Meeting in the Moonlight The ground is chilled by the night’s subtle breeze. The nearly full moon decides to show itself tonight, and reflects its light in the slightly choppy water of the New York City harbor that’s sits before me. The small hill I sit on, in this small, empty park near the Brooklyn Bridge gives me a perfect view of the city’s lights twinkling in the night, replacing the stars they removed years ago. The only thing that separates me from that city now is the harbor. The only thing that separates me from that harbor is a few yards of grass, and an asphalt path. All of these things are seen by only the moon and I.
I’m the only one in this park right now, in the middle of this silent night. This is my time. This is my time to think. My time to be alone. My job surrounds me with people who talk at me, not to me. With my roommate comes parties and borderline alcoholism. Nothing makes me more relaxed, more at peace with both myself a
Frozen Knucklesbroken bones
Wordsare left unsaid
are left unwritten
are left alone
are loaded guns
in the mouths, ears,
in the fists, kicks,
minds and hearts
of broken people.
Psychological Self-DestructionAt first there was nothing,
there were no feelings involved.
Then I began to see the perfection
in his appearance and the good
in his personality, in himself.
It was when I began to analyze
(in the psychological sense)
my situation, and the feelings that
were attached to it, and then some.
That’s when it all fell apart for me.
Now he has evolved into complexity at
it’s finest, and I dream to study more.
I would love to investigate how I feel
about him now, and why- just why-
did I kill the good that I saw in him.
Now, as he appears before me, I
see the most flawed human out of all.
He doesn’t care. No, not about me or
anyone else, who have no significant
roles to play in his everyday life.
The perfection in his apperance
begins to fade away each and every
moment he is in my sight. I see no
other way for me to explain this habit
without seeing it psychologically.
TodayThe colors of the dawn start to fade
into the colors of the night. The stars and the moon
leave as quietly as they came. Birds rise from
their slumber. The deer wake their young.
They rise up like a riot, only to begin their day
in the silence of this morning.
The afternoon is nothing special. It’s only
sunshine and warmth,which is a nice break
from the cold that winter brings to us
this time of year. The frozen morning is
behind us now, and the only thing we have left
to experience is the chill of tonight.
As the dawn did so long ago, the dusk
starts it’s fusion with the colors of the night.
The cold has started again by this time, and the
deer and the birds are settling back into their
homes, with the protection of family near. Today
leaves in silence, and waits for tomorrow’s next move.
Nothing Can Help / William, TellNothing can make me feel today.
Not even when you look at me.
Your eyes can’t solve the problems in my life.
They can’t make me feel the way I used to. Not today.
They can’t make me blush. Trust me, it won’t work.
They can’t make my heart skip a beat. No, not right now.
Nothing can make me feel today.
Not even if you smile at me.
Your smile can’t solve the problems in my life.
It won’t give me butterflies. No, not right now.
It won’t make me nervous. Trust me, it won’t.
It won’t make happy like it used to. Not today.
Nothing can make me feel today.
Not even if you speak to me.
Your voice can’t solve the problems in my life.
It won’t make my day. Not right now.
It won’t give me any comfort. No, not today.
It won’t put a smile on my face. Trust me, it won’t.
All of these things can only remind me,
of just one more problem in my life.
The way you let me down with no hesitation.
Tell me, how many time
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
Husband!Norway X Pregnant!wife!ReaderHusband!Norway x Pregnant!wife!Reader
you sat in the living room with the T/V. on in the background he you weren't watching it, why you may ask, you were focused on your 7 1/2 month pregnant belly with a motherly smile as you ran you hand gently over you large belly,
you were startled out of your trance by the sound of the front door being opened and Lukas you husband walking in out of the snow, being as it was the middle of December and it had sowed at least 6 inches in the past five hours, he took his coat off and hung it up and called "(y/n)?" from the entryway "in the living room" you called back being unable to get up on your own any more, at that moment he walked into the living room "how was work?" you asked looking up at him "busy..." he said looking down at you,
"how are you doing?" he asked "I doing just fine, Tino has been a huge help, I almost got stuck in bed this morning" you said looking up at him, a smile just barely noticeable on his face, "we it's good you're ok" he s
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 2You woke up to someone poking your side and murmuring something in your ear. You groan, swatting the hand away and trying to fall asleep again, only to be poked again much harder this time.
“Okay, okay I’m up!” You groaned, pulling yourself up in a sitting position, eyes droopy and hair bundled up in knots. The creature, you really needed to stop calling him that…it sounded quite rude, stood up and walked over to your book.
You watched him with weary eyes, that was your favorite book and you swore if he caused any harm to it, you were going to hurt him…a lot. He examined the cover, before looking at the contents inside with curious eyes. It was cute…in a way. You sat on the leaf-bed for a few more minutes, watching him as he leafed through the book before a brilliant plan came to mind. You could teach him your language, and then he could teach you…his?
Yes such a brilliant plan! But first you needed to give him a name, just so you wouldn
Since the day he hatchedIt was late at night, and the room was completely dark, save for a small flickering candle on a desk beside the nearby window. For many pones, such light wouldn't have been enough to do any real reading, but for Twilight, she'd grown used to it. This was not the first late-night study session she'd done, and it wouldn't be the last. She was occupying herself with her latest book, a tome on all the knowledge ponies had about dragons, the most ferocious creatures known to their kind.
Recent events had made her realise just how little she knew about them. For it was only a few short hours ago that she and her friends, Rarity and Rainbow Dash, had been given a first-hand experience with a few dangerous specimens. But the experience had all been worth it, because now, they'd managed to save one who was very dear to her. Spike, her "number one assistant", who had gone to the dragon migration to find out more about what it meant to be a dragon, as well as to perhaps find others of his family.
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Shinji)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
"Who's there...oh, you." Shinji walked over to the rustling bushes in the park and saw Rangiku's face.
"No, it's _______!" She shoved you into his arms.
With your crush currently processing what just happened, Rangiku made a run for it. Shinji took a close look at you and saw the pocky. You smiled awkwardly and gave it to him, asking if he would play it with you.
"What for?" He asked.
"Because..." you couldn't give a good reason really.
"I get it... yo
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Kisuke)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
Rangiku brought you to the Urahara Shop. You were nervous... you've always heard that Kisuke and Yoruichi were an...item . As you entered, it was empty. There was only Yoruichi standing alone with crossed arms. You figured it was Rangiku's fault...it always was anyways.
Yoruichi was smirking. Oh boy, is she planning something with Rangiku? That's not good.
"So, ______ has a crush on Kisuke, huh? This'll be fun." Yoruichi chuckle
Shinigami x reader - Pocky game (Izuru)Heya~ sorry for the wait minna!
Rangiku locked you up in a room. It sounded random and a tad weird but it happened. There was no windows either. Just a metal door that was sealed shut, a speaker, a CCTV camera and a single light bulb to make the room bright. Was she going to interrogate you? No way... but it's Rangiku we're talking about...
Serveral minutes later, the door opened wide and you saw Rangiku, hands behind her back with a grin that stretched from ear to ear
Levi x Reader Chapter FourSuddenly, a great shadow moved between the towering branches and lumbered towards the Special Operations Unit. Was that... a titan!? You felt the colour instantly drain from your face, but you clenched your teeth and carried on regardless. Yes, you were right, what else could it be? A streak of sunlight caught its hair and frightful face for a mere second before it struggled on. It was huge, perhaps even a 15 meter class?? You swallowed back anxiety and tried not to panic. You’d seen titans before, of course, but never this close. And you couldn’t help but notice that the Levi Squad seemed not to have noticed it at all. If they turned that corner, and the titan lunged...
Your actions overwhelmed your thoughts as you realised what you had to do. You’d protect them, even if it cost your life. Feeling strangely calm, you readied your 3DMG and took off into the trees, leaving your horse to gallop the pathway alone. As you readied your weapons you let out a hearty battle c
Christmas Girlfriend Second Advent
Christmas Girlfriend – Second Advent
A week had passed since Brian’s mum called. And still he had found nothing to do on Christmas Eve.
All of his friends from college would be traveling home during the holidays just like he had planned to do as well. And he didn’t feel like visiting his grandmother for as well. Oh she was a nice woman and she could cook like no one else on this planet, but she was living at the other side of the Atlantic Ocean and it was just impossible to fly there on his own with the little bit of money he saved each month.
With a sigh Brian opened the door to his shared room and walked in.
“I’m back!” he called, simply to make sure he wouldn’t interrupt Steve with something important, like private time with his girlfriend.
“Hey…” Steve’s voice sounded from the couch.
“Something wrong?” Brian asked while kicking off his shoes and shacking snow from his jacket.
“My mum called…
Inside the CastleThe sun brightens everything.
It brightens the room,
It brightens the person that everyone sees- but, that person that everyone sees isn't even real. It's an illusion, masterfully crafted by you, so it's only visible in the sun's light.
So that it's visible to everybody.
It's not the real you.
The person on the outside is the exact opposite of the person on the inside. The person on the inside is trapped, within tall, windowless, mud-brick walls and was, and is, never meant to see the outside world. The person on the inside is waiting, praying, and hoping that someone- anyone- will break through the walls that surround it.
The person inside has secrets.
Secrets that will never be told. Secrets, kept well hidden, deep within its mind. Secrets that need to be exposed to the world outside. Secrets, much like the inner person itself. But nothing will be exposed, of course, because exposing the inner person will only cause more pain to leak through th
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