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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
In the Rain - England x Reader
The school bell had rung throughout the school, telling the students that school was over and that the weekend was here. Students started to flood out of the classrooms and into the hallway. You waited for everyone to finally get out before you made your way down the now half empty corridor. With your bag on your shoulder, you listened to the never ending rain outside but kept your ears open to any comments that were about you.
"Look at her, she's so weird!" That was one.
"I know right!? She never says anything, and it doesn't look like she's got any friends." These comments were always around and during the time you had been in high school, you had gotten used to the rude comments about you. You were someone who wouldn't say something unless it was completely necessary. You believed that if you didn't have anything nice to say, then you shouldn't say anything at all. Despite this, your classmates only thought that you were strange because of this. Because of your lack of words, they m
I'll Wait [Makoto x Reader]
The night breeze caressed her warm cheeks as if on a compliment. She sighed, feeling relaxed as minutes passed by. (Name) was at the beach. She had been invited by her friends for a swimming training camp – they belonged to the Iwatobi Swimming Club and this training camp was already a pattern for them. Nagisa, Rei, Haruka and Makoto were part of that team and she was one of the closest friends of them. Gou and Ama-sensei had come too, since they were also part of the team. Rin and a few other Samezuka High students had become part of the same training camp – she was glad that Rin and Haru were friends again. Rin was actually a good person and she considered him her friend.
She was glad they invited her for their training camp – it just proved that they liked her as much as she does, so when they invited her, she was really happy. Her parents didn’t want to let her come, but thanks to Nagisa, they end up allowing her. Because, she thought, how could someone
Kanda x Reader - Thanksgiving RQ
(I haven’t watched D Gray Man in FOREVER so I apologize in advance for anything that is wrong ^^’)
Walking through the maze like hallways in the black order you were trying to find the one room set on your mind. About ready to give up you threw your arms up sighing. Feeling something come in contact with your hand you flinched. The thing that hit your hand made a groaning noise.
Looking back you saw the person you were looking for. Face flushing from embarrassment you chuckle.
“Sorry Kanda. I didn’t see you there. I was looking for you.” Kanda scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Feeling a little stand offish from his attitude you just smile and take his hand. He jerked to get your hand off. You let your hand fall as you faced him fully.
“What is it that you want?” He stared at you with his dark eyes waiting for an answer. He looked to be in a foul mood right now so maybe you could just leave him alone or take him back to
Don't delete my numberDon't delete my number.
I want you to keep it for as long as you can.
Until looking at it as you scroll down in your contacts becomes too unbearable.
Until it hurts in places you never knew you had.
Until you internally bleed and your skin bruises deep purple and blue.
I don't know how long it will take you—maybe tomorrow, next month, or next year.
But when you have finally had enough and go to delete it forever, text me first just to tell me so.
Don't give me time to reply, just press send and delete.
Because only then will you know just how I felt when I deleted yours.
Don't reply to this Facebook message.
Even if you do, I won't be able to receive it because you'll be long blocked by then.
What you don't understand is that I must do this.
I have to keep pushing you away because it's the only thing I know how to do.
This kind of pain is the only thing I can feel sometimes.
And I'm beginning to like it.
But don't worry. Please, don't worry.
A Courageous Dream
Within the magical Kingdom of Eternity, where peace and happiness reign, the dark sky begins to cover the above as the evening arrives. The time has come for the peasants and nobility to bid the day a farewell and welcome forth the night.
All across the land, the young are tucked into their little beds as the soft kisses of their parents help them slip into a peaceful state of slumber…with sweet dreams to guide them safely into the dawn.
As the lights throughout the kingdom dim and go out, only the ones within the center castle remain.
Standing upon the balcony, the young prince of this world watches as those he rules over drift off to sleep in their little homes. The happiness within them all, brings the same feeling to his own heart.
Yet, something troubles him as he turns his gaze to the stars above; It is something…that echoes deep, and brings certain memories back.
“Something troubling you, my love?” The young princess of
Reader x Cheren: StuckWalking out of the theater, I heard the familiar buzzing from my bag that meant the Xtransceiver was ringing. I sat down on a bench beside the path as I pulled it out. Who would be calling me this time of night? I wondered.
“Hello?” I asked as the picture blinked on.
It was Cheren! I did a mental check: I brushed my hair this morning, check. Put on makeup today, check. I admit it, I’d had a thing for Cheren ever since I defeated him in our gym battle, months ago.
“_____! Hi. Do you happen to be near Nimbasa City right now?” Cheren asked. His words came out rushed, as if he was nervous about something. It took a moment for me to decipher what he had just said.
“I’m actually just leaving the musical theater. Why?” His nervousness set me on edge. Was something happening in Nimbasa? Was team plasma up to something again?
It seemed like Cheren blushed a little bit, but it was probably just my imagination. “I... was just wondering. Um, wo
The Power of the Light part 1Chapter 1: Typical Day in Paris
Darkness. That was all that the girl saw as she was floating in what seemed to be a sea of darkness.
‘This dream again…’ thought the girl.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, reveling them to be black.
‘Why…why do I keep having this?’ thought the girl.
In a flash, she found herself in a town during the starry night as the girl was reveled more in looks.
She had long brown hair down to her waist which had dark purple and blue breads in it, a dark purple hair clip, and was wearing a diamond heart shaped necklace, a dark purple top, a jacket with blue at the top chest part and grey on the bottom and sleeves with a blue line on the sleeves, a grey belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it and purple in the middle, a blue bag, dark purple gloves with grey bands around them, dark blue jeans, and knee high dark purple boots with grey outlines on the top.
The girl blanked as she looked around the town.
“This place a
A Day at the OfficeDr. James Coleman sat in his office, behind his desk, filling out a prescription and signing it.
"There you are, Mrs. Myers. Take that twice a day until the tube runs out, or until your itchy feet stop. It should be gone in one to two weeks".
"Thank you, doctor!" said Mrs. Myers, the plump, elderly woman got to her feet and shuffled towards the door. The doctor got up and opened it for her. "Have a nice day ma'am", he said.
"Yes! Thank you!"
The doctor sat back down at his desk. Someone knocked.
A cute girl about seventeen entered, wearing a white T-shirt with pink and blue hearts on it, and a pair of very small cutoff jeans, that clung to her cute ass and showed off smooth legs. Her hair was a delicious blond. She carried a tray with her.
"Hi daddy! Here's your coffee", she said.
"Thanks, Sweetheart", Dr. Coleman said. He stared at his daughter. She looked kind of dreamy.
"HE'S out there..." she said, in a sort of soft, wafty voice.
Dr. Coleman frowned. "
Suicide.Is suicide selfish, and just a way to escape responsibility? That's a question that many people have been debating. I don't think suicide is selfish. Most people wouldn't kill themselves for no reason. They have to be pushed to the brink, to the very edge of breaking completely. I'm going to tell you a story, and then you tell me whether or not this was selfish.....
There was a little girl named Jane. She was 10 years old. She smiled, she had friends, her grades were good.
No one would've guessed that her home life was completely different. Her parents fought a lot. Her father drank. Sometimes, she'd see unexplained bruises on her mother. She didn't let anyone know how much she was hurting inside. She cried herself to sleep. One day, she saw her mother in the bathroom doing something strange. Her mother was taking pills. A lot of pills. Jane simply thought her mother was sick, and didn't think much o
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.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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