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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
The Monsters No More [Prussia x Child!Reader] The TV droned on as Gilbert stared blankly at the screen. Little ______ had been put to bed a while ago, and the albino couldn't stop thinking of her words before she was tucked in.
"But Gilly, what if the monsters come out?"
He had assured the little girl that there was no such thing as monsters and had checked under her bed, in the closet, and in every dark corner where her night-light didn't reach for them at her request. The red eyed Prussian would do anything for the sweet little girl that had claimed a part of his heart, even if he had to check for the monsters every night.
With a small sigh, Gilbert realized how boring it was without you playing with him. He tried to think of his life before you came along, but he found it hard to remember. You had been with him for a long time, and he just couldn't imagine being without you anymore. That was one of the reasons why he never let anyone
I Found an AngelI found an angel. No, he didn't have a halo, and he wasn't clothed in white either. He was a boy, seemingly nothing more, hands and feet grubby with sad sunken eyes. I was walking home from school that day, backpack weighing me down like bricks, when I saw him. I never stopped, never offered him anything, just kept walking down the sidewalk. It was hot, and all I was thinking about was my cool air-conditioned home. I’d seen them there before, all the time actually, so naturally I didn't think much of it. But the next day on the way to school he was there again, the boy with his broken blue eyes.
This time I slowed down, hesitated, but I'd be late if I stayed long. So I just gave him a smile, offered him half my sandwich, and started off once more. I tried to put him out of my mind, but the harder I pushed the more I thought. When I left to go back home this time I looked for him, and sure enough, there he was still there, sitting alone on the curb. It might have been my imaginati
The Orphaned WolvesCollab with Wolf-Prince-Leon
Winter. A cold and difficult time of the year on earth. Some people could cope with the winter, but most couldn’t. In the current recession, most people had very little money, especially in the United Kingdom where taxes were through the roof. And despite the money that the government was making to fund its people, it was doing little to nothing to care for the people. People needed extra money to get around in the winter months, but all they cared about was lining their own pockets and parting with as little of the taxpayers money as they possibly could.
In Peterborough, there told of two teenage boys.
Leon, a kindhearted boy whose parents had sold him away for their own monetary benefit. And Kieran, his parents had lost him to social services for offences that they didn’t commit.
Kieran was British born and bred, whereas Leon was deported from America, because all of their orphanages were packed to the gunne
A Ticklish InjuryI was on my way to a good friend of mine's house. I was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jean shorts, white socks, and red and black shoes, had white skin, brown eyes and brown curly hair. He had broken his leg so I decided to come over and keep him company. I walked up to the door of his house knocking on the door. He had told me the door would be unlocked so I entered the house into the living room.
"Hey Grant I'm here." I call.
"My bedroom is to your right." Grant replied.
I walk into the bedroom to find Grant laying on his bed looking bored out of his mind. His attire only consisted of a black shirt and blue shorts. He happily smiled and tried to get up, it seemed the movement was causing him only mild pain, but still I have to think about safety. I walk over and push him back down.
"Ah ah no unnecessary movements." I explain.
"Yeah your right, my parents made you a drink of pepsi. Can you sit on the bed with me and drink it?" Grant asked.
"Sure no prob."
I grab the drink and sit down n
Laughter is the CureIan was at the Pokemon Center, his pokemon were being checked out by nurse joy. He decided to take a walk while it was going on. However in the hall Nurse Joy comes out looking a little depressed. He watched her go into the break room and decided to follow her. Inside she was sitting at a table.
"Hey Nurse Joy what's wrong?" Ian asked.
"Oh I've been working so hard lately, sometimes I worry I'll screw up." Nurse Joy explained with a sigh.
"That's nuts, you’re a great Nurse."
Nurse Joy sighed a little bit, Ian then noticed that her shoes had slipped off a bit revealing her bare feet. It was then that Ian had an idea to cheer her up. He sits in a chair across from her and props her feet on his lap.
"What are you doing?" She asked puzzled.
"You need a visit from the tickle monster." Ian smirked.
He began skittering his fingers along her bare soles making the nurse laugh hard. His fingers tortured her toes under and inbetween them, she squirmed hard trying really hard not to kick him
Skyla's Past LivesAsteria:
*A senshi in the moon kingdom (Sailor Savior)
*Twin was Achlys (Past life of Nyx)
*Met her end in her battle against Achlys who was also killed at the same time
*Reincarnated everytime her new lives ended
*Believed to be the most powerful of all the past lives
*Her spirit guides Skyla the most out of all the past lives
*Firm and serious but a strong heart of light and love
*Skyla's transformation, the comet savior, takes on the form of Asteria
*Unnamed half demon
*Had a mysterious servant
*A Maho Shojo
*Power and theme were cloud and trapeze based
*Died in every timeline because of despair
*Her despair lives on in Skyla but also her hope
*Skyla would be very good at the trapeze because of her
*Unnamed mermaid princess
*A bluebird turned human girl
*She is not dead as she lives in another world as both a counterpart and past life
*Very meek and shy
Formidable Dawn: Errand #6 Theo looked around nervously, thinking back how he got himself in this position. Before him, was a Meowth with a pleading expression clutching his paws together in a beg posture. It was embarrassing enough that the feline stopped him with an inquisitive question about his egg. But this! In the middle of a public area amidst a crowd! He flushed when some Pokemon looked in their direction with odd expression. This is why I stay indoors now…
“Can you help me with errand? I feel like you’re intelligent enough to aid me with a simple survey? I can offer a star coin if you need it!” The Meowth pleaded with sparkling eyes.
Theo rubbed the nape of neck with a sheepish smile. He was reluctant to up take the task but what harm would it do to ask simple question? It doesn’t seem bad
The Origin of Daniel- Part 8That night Daniel went to bed thinking he was too excited for the next day to actually sleep, but when he pulled the blankets up and laid his head on the pillow, his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep easily. He was sleeping so soundly that he was barely conscious when his father opened the door and whispered, “Daniel? I’m going out to the desert for a few hours to test a new machine; will you be okay by yourself?”
Daniel lifted his head slightly and nodded sleepily, before lying down and going back to sleep, practically forgetting what his father had said.
In the start of Daniel’s dream, he was in the forest near the village, playing with Izzy and Nova. They were giggling and petting the purring kitten, completely carefree and unconcerned by anything that was going on outside their bubble of joy. Neither of them noticed when the atmosphere seemed to change, the air becoming heavy and the light that filtered between the leaves darkening and fading.
MLP Latex TF MLP Latex TF
You wake up inside an abandoned factory. You had a flashlight in your hand. You shine around you; all you see metal walls around you. Behind you was a large double metal gate. You don’t see any source of activating any gate. You think that activating device in the abandoned factory.
You start walking and shining your flashlight down the long hallway. You walk and walk. You weren’t alone in the abandoned factory. You feel there someone or something watching you every steps you move. You decide to turn around; there was nothing until you turn around… A dead man is hanging from the ceiling. You jump and fall on the floor. You look up one more time there was nothing. You realize the oxygen is lowering. You feel tired and weak.
StorytellerI wish I could collect people's stories
and put them into a book.
You know, the stories people tell their friends
at the lunch table
before and after school
minus the more personal stuff, of course
and the mean comments are out too-
but all of that-
all of the stories, I mean-
I wish to share with the world in a book.
I want to tell the stories
that people tell their friends and family
about their days
I want to hear the colors
see the words
taste the pain and joy
that others experience in their stories.
I wish to tell people's stories
in a book for you and I to read
so that we could share our stories
with each other
one of these days.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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