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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
Frozen Knucklesbroken bones
(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona
This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He su
Sweet Lullaby [ErenxReader]
You would aways take the blame for things the others did just to clean. Of course, you werent much as a clean freak as Levi was but cleaning rooms or doing the laundry just helped to relax your mind while alone and lost in your thoughts. Also, it was a great oppertunity to do what you did best alone. You sang. It was always the same tune, same song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ0VnLwBwNE)
Your mother used to sing it to you when you went to sleep while platting your (H/C) hair. But, now that she was gone, you would sing it either while you where upset, angry, sleepy or cleaning.
All alone again,I find myself astray,In the middle of a journey
Only my heart, Wandered about,When the rest of my body remained still.
Your hair in a messy bun with hair picked out form the sides, you began to sing the sweet song with your angelic voice while washing people's uniforms that where stained
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
A New Star's CeremonyFallenstar slowly padded to the top of the Moss Rock, reciting the words in his head that he needed to say. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey..." this part he had heard so often it would be hard to mess it up, "gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan meeting!"
Timidbreeze ushered out a well-groomed Mosskit, Saplingkit and Kestrelkit. Mothkit tottered after them timidly. The first three kits bounced excitedly, they had turned six moons and they were supposed to be apprentices. Mothkit looked a bit scared about the whole endeavor, but Timidbreeze whispered something to him to help calm his nerves. Fallenstar was lucky to have Timidbreeze to tell him these things, he hadn't kept track of anyone's ages like a leader needed to.
He waited for the Clan to settle, some eyes staring at him angrily as if to say, 'what now?'--Fallenstar couldn't blame them. It was actually Timidbreeze's idea to do a ceremony, to kind of remind the Clan that they were still that--a Clan. The voices
The Rise of a New WitchTrade with Clancy688
Wendy took every step with caution. One creaky board, one audible footstep, and her stepfather would know she was up in the attic. Up in the one place she wasn't allowed.
Time and time again, she had been reminded not to go to the dusty, ignored innards of the ceiling. "The floor might break," he said. "There are dangerous things up there," he said.
But alas, these warnings only added fuel to the proverbial fire of Wendy's curiosity. And so there she was, on a stormy Saturday evening, guided by the light of her cell phone's backlight.
While using the backlight limited her field of vision, Wendy still found some weird stuff. There was a box of necklaces, a black metal pot, a pointed hat-
"Ow!" Wendy stubbed her toe. She immediately covered her mouth, praying her cry wasn't heard.
There were no calls of worry, no sounds of concern.
Wendy shined her light on the artifact on the floor. It was a book, with a worn cover, yellowed pages, and blanketed by dust. She blew on
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
Pokemon, Misty's Destiny With The Feather - Part 1(Current events are set in the Johto Regions of Pokemon, just mentioning this so I don't get yelled at by the hardcore Pokemon fans.)
Our story begins with Ash, Brock and Misty stopping off at the local Pokemon center, They decide to stop off and rest for the night after a long day of traveling through the Johto regions.
Misty: "Ah good to finally stop off at a pokemon center, my feet are tired and I need to get them out of these red trainers"
Misty came up with a little idea to annoy Ash,
Misty: "Hey Ash..... want to rub my feet, they are sore and tired? "
Ash looked at Misty in a worried type look and tried to come up with a quick plan to get out of it, thus he said
Ash: "No Misty -Yawn- I am tired I am going to bed NIGHT"
Ash ran off as quick as possible to his room, Misty stood there in a confused look thinking what just happened,
A Few Minutes Later
Misty walked to her room and she could not wait for her dirty red trainers to come flying off of her sexy feet.
Misty came up with
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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