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Today, Things Are DifferentThe world is rolling backwards
While I feel like I keep moving forward.
Today is like all the rest.
I’ve passed by the same old things
Time and time again.
Nothing around me has changed.
Today is like all the rest.
I feel so stupid
For believing in all those lies,
That someday the world will change
And that I will be the one behind it.
Today is like all the rest.
I took the time and did my work.
I looked at the world around me.
I tried to change what I thought was wrong,
But at the end of the day,
The only wrong thing in the world was me.
Today is like all the rest.
I double checked, and there’s nothing wrong
With the work that I did,
And there’s nothing wrong
With the choices that I made.
Does that mean that I was right all along?
Maybe these days are different,
Because the world that I saw yesterday
Was different than the world of today
And the things that were all so familiar
Were things that I’d done, and never noticed.
Maybe these days are different.
This is How Good I am with WordsI’ve got a secret that I have barely even acted on yet
I bet that last line was confusing–
Well, I guess I meant to say that first line–
I’m sorry, I’m not too good with my words.
That’s part of the secret though.
It’s actually kind of an embarrassing secret,
Involving relationships and words and stuff like that because
I can speak well through my fingers and ink,
But not with my mouth,
Because when my brain creates words for my mouth to speak
It tends to screw things up pretty often,
But when my brain creates words for my fingers to write
They actually come out pretty okay.
Maybe it’s because I know that I can’t annoy the paper
(Like I’m probably annoying the reader)
With the amount of words that I say,
How they come out,
How long it takes me to say them,
And what I’m trying to talk about.
Four New SeasonsThis world begins anew in the beauty of spring.
Its warmth is just again beginning,
Its light shining a bit brighter through the green leaves of the trees
Only to touch the ground ever so softly.
The light stays for a bit longer during its brand new days.
The newest forms of life open their eyes in the morning’s light,
Awakening again by their parent’s sides.
The warmth of the light grows stronger as the days turn to summer,
And the young continue to grow with it.
They learn about the world around them,
And experience the beauty of the summer’s new days,
Like how the rain ends as quickly as it starts
And how to search and hunt for the things they need.
But like the summer rain, summer ends as quickly as it starts.
The beginning of autumn brings the onset of change.
The leaves upon the trees, that once were green
Now are dying off, and turn new shades of colors.
The days get chillier about half way through,
Leaving the young ones, now much older, to change like the lea
Failure is Instructive“Failure is instructive.” –John Dewey
I have failed many times in my life. There are countless things that I have done wrong. I have so many regrets, it’s hard to keep count of them all. There’s nothing about my failures, my mistakes, and my regrets that I can change.
Except improve from them.
Improvement is a solution, right? I can learn from my mistakes. I can make right what I have done wrong. My failures are not the only things that define me. Sure, I can’t exactly fix my regrets, but I can at least try. My successes are a part of me too. They are just as a part of me as my failures are.
Even though I am one to give up when I feel like things are too hard, and sometimes I can’t help myself from seeing both myself and the world around me negatively, that doesn’t mean that I act that way constantly. I am not perfect. I know that all too well. I can rattle off a list to you about what I don’t like about myself,
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
[NOTES] Zero x Reader (Part 1)
As you entered the classroom filled with Day Class students, you didn't expect the events that would take place over the course of the next couple days. Sweet, sweet unsuspecting you.
As usual, you headed to your seat beside Yuki Cross, greeting both her, Yori, then Zero who sat behind the three of you. You knew nothing about vampires, but had become close with Zero anyhow.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was just your typical morning... that is, until you opened up your black spiral notebook.
There, on a fresh sheet of unused paper was a small envelope with a red, heart seal. Though its appearance surprised you, you didn't think too much of it and began to open up the small thing, seeing no need to hide it from or reveal it to anyone.
However, once you read the contents inside of it, you quickly closed your notebook, cheeks as red as a tomato. The sudden motion also caused Yori and Yuki to look at you with startled, confused expressions which you imme
Life in a Lugia (Lugia vore) - CommissionWARNING: This story contains soft, safe, non-fatal vore. If you don't like vore, DON'T read this story.
It was a lovely Sunday, and Luke woke up at 8:00 AM, gently pushed down of the bed by the sunlight that entered from the the window. He yawned and went out of his room, still a little sleepy. He went down of the stairs and a dish with 4 waffles was literally waiting for him on the table. "Waffles! Thanks, mom!" these were the first words of his day, "I know you like waffles, and I have another surprise for you" his mother said, and he looked at her with begging eyes. "Let's play a little treasure hunt. Make 10 steps on left, 5 on right, and then other 10 on south" she explained, and he immediately started counting his steps. "One, two, three..." He said, looking at his feet the whole time, "And.... ten steps on south!" he said, and looked around, but he didn't see anything, "Ehm, where's the surprise...?" he asked confusely. His mother giggled, "It's right behind you!" she said, and
Raising a Beast (RP)On your journey's, you all of sudden come across a small fragile looking creature. It appeared to be alone, no mother, no father, just sitting in it's nest/den staring dead at you with eyes of curiosity and wonder. It would begin to crawl out of it's nest/den towards you. When you tried to shoo it away, it would just continue to pursue after you like duckling chasing after it's mother. You eventually gave in, guessing that the beast had been abandoned.
A. Merchant - You go from one city to the next, selling you wares to the local towns people to make money for food, clothing, and a warm bed at an inn.
B. Solider - You serve in your allegiance military being moved from one stronghold or camp to the next, often going off to battle to then return wounded or with a few scratches.
C. Bandit - You robe and mug people for a living, your group in constantly moving to keep up with cravens or royalty to robe or kidnap.
D. Alchemist - You wondered the world to study the races, plants, mag
TG Caption This: Turned Into a Kitsune Deity!
"Hey, I'm going down to the shrine!" I yell through the house. I perk up my ears and just hear my father call back.
"Ok, Be safe out there!" He's probably out in the garden, trying to keep the birds off the plants. Since mum died he's had it rough, having to get enough money to pay for looking after us, I've been doing my bit to help but, it's been hard.
"K" I call back and walk to the porch, slipping my shoes on before I leave.
"Onii-chan, onii-chan!" I turn to see my Imouto running up to me, almost tripping over her own feet.
"What's up squirt?" There's clearly a reason she's stopping me, if she wanted to come she'd have her coat on.
"'nii-chan, can you take these with you?" She's standing there holding an envelope and her... ahem, unmentionables, out at me.
"Why do you want me to take a pair of your underwear with me?" Now don't get me wrong, she's about six so she's requested some strange stuff of me before, but this is very strange.
"They're an offering, baka."
"Why those though?"
The Neko Outbreak Part 3
The Neko Outbreak
Part Three: Felis University
Hey, folks. Jack speaking. Actually, ladies first.
My, aren’t you a gentleman. Anyway, I happened to bust my daddy’s car (which reaked of cigarettes anyway). And I’m still running for dear life. But those reading, don’t you dare even think I’m a damsel in distress. I’m plenty capable of fending for myself. But thanks for the concern. Back to you narrator.
Wait. I haven’t even told my side of the story. Oh, whatever, I think you all know it well enough. So, now I have a neko at the edge of my coat. What could she possibly want? Narrator. Do continue please.
Before he could take a bite, he felt a tugging on his coat. He turned around and froze at what he saw:
Looking at her, she was about half his height. She has silver hair, wore a pink sailor school uniform, and sported black cat ears and tail. Her expres
Hema's Balloony Morning
Hema woke up on a sunrise when the morning light shone over her face. She yawned and stretched and got out of her bed. She wore her royal yellow nightgown and opened the windows.
"If only I could fly like morning birds," she sighed happily and dreamed about it as she watched the birds fly past the castle.
She wondered how she can fly like a bird for a minute. She soon came to an idea as she remembered of obtaining B.I. (Body Inflation) pills. The pills she has were the ones she secretly sneaked due to her adoration for round things.
"These will do," she said shaking the bottle of the B.I. pills and took one.
She swallowed the pill and got herself a glass of water and drank it.
The pill she took began to kick in. Her body felt like it's starting to balloon up her body as if she is inflating like a balloon. Her nightgown began to stretch with a few minor rips and tears. Her feet lifted up from the floor as she flew up a few feet in her bedroom.
"Here I go!" Hema giggled and flew out of t
Sonic And Tails, The Unbreakable BrotherhoodIt was a sunny day in Mobius, and Sonic was sitting on his couch, watching TV with his cat Star on his lap, as he continued to watch TV, the phone rang and Sonic answered the phone, "Yo!", Sonic answered, "Hey bro, this is Tails, how's it going?", Tails replied, "Hey little bro, I'm just chillin' here, how about you?", Sonic asked as he relaxed, "I'm fine thanks, anyway, I was thinking, why don't you and I hang out all day tomorrow, just like what bro's do", Tails asked, "Sure thing little bro, that sounds like a great idea", Sonic replied, "Cool, see you then bro", Tails said as he and Sonic hung up.
Night had came, and Sonic was in bed, with his dark blue nightcap on his head and gloves, socks and shoes off and his cat asleep on Sonic's chest, Sonic watched some more TV and then turned to the weather station, "Tomorrow there could be a slight chance of a strong to severe thunderstorm, so if anyone has any plans outdoors tomorrow, you might wanna keep it to a minimum", said the weathe
Fitting RelationshipFitting Relationship
Mesmerized, Ben strode through the small aisle, his gaze sweeping over the sparkling gowns and dresses displayed left and right. His heart was beating madly, and part of his excitement was the fear of being caught, of a shopkeeper or other customer spotting him while indulging in his most secret fantasy.
It had happened several times, and each time he'd wished to evaporate on the spot, the sneer or disdain on the shopkeepers' faces when they expelled him from the store hurting like a thousand stabs with a knife. Each time, he'd swore anew never to do this again, but his cravings were too strong, and after a few weeks at the uttermost, he'd be strolling through the clothing stores' ladies sections again.
The reason for his frequent sackings was obvious - when th
Save the RainforestCuria was soaring through the clouds, finally able to relax after a month of fighting crime in Gotham City. The superheroine, known to the world as Wonder Woman, had been called there, along with Power Girl, to deal with Poison Ivy and her latest criminal scheme. Despite a valiant and fierce effort on her part, Ivy was defeated by the two mighty heroines, and found herself off to jail once again.
That wasn’t enough for the two heroines, though; once they had passed Poison Ivy off to the authorities, they spent the next week tracking down every place that Ivy had any sort of base, and burning or destroying it. All of her secret lairs, every greenhouse, and all of her precious plants were annihilated. Every crony and henchman that Ivy had working for her, including her cohort, Harley Quinn, was rounded up and arrested as well.
Batman/Bruce Wayne was out of the country, which was the reason that Wonder Woman and Power Girl got the call in the fi
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
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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