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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
MLP: Crisis of the Cutie
Once again, it is another glorious day here on the Kingdom Island of Tambelon. In this place where Harmony for all creatures far and wide continues to flourish...so long as the Magic of Friendship remains strong in their hearts...all that can be seen across the island are the warm smiles of good neighbors and friends.
So many events and activities occur throughout each day of the week for the wonderful denizens of Tambelon...including one that the little fillies and colts can enjoy with all their friends:
Once school is let out for the various variety of young students of many special species, some head on home to complete their homework for the next day while the rest are taken to another location...as part of an after-school activity that is full of fun and excitement: A Cutie Mark Crusader Scout meeting at the CMC Headquarters.
With each and every little crusader wearing their hats and sashes, that contain some of the merit badges the
Wing's Kingdom Hearts part 6Chapter 5: Of Hope and Despair part 1
In the Gummi ship, the group was had got their rooms set up for the most part. Wing was reading a book as TC walked to her.
“Hi Wing-chan,” said TC in a sweet voice.
Wing groaned a little.
“What is it this time TC?” asked Wing.
“What do you mean?” asked TC.
“Every time you use that tone, it means you’re either up to something or want something from me,” said Wing.
“Well truth is, it’s about the one outfit thing,” started TC.
“TC, my clothes changed into this. The old ones disappeared,” pointed out Wing.
“Actually,” started TC.
He held by a set of Wing’s old clothes as Wing looked surprised, having catch off guard.
“Wait, how did you,” started Wing.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” said TC before he give her a stare, “And for heaven’s sake Wing, put your socks in pairs cause t
PMD-U Written Application: Team EurasiaEXPLORERS GUILD: Team Eurasia
Date Joined: Sep. 11, 2014
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Highly Curious
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Fighting -> Strength
Move 1 Aura Sphere
Move 2 Psychic
Move 3 Flash Cannon
Move 4 Dragon Pulse
-Template Vest (Blue)
----Description: The standard-issue blue vest Max receives upon his registration.
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
It’s been two days since I stumbled into Andalusst City after days of spinning aimlessly in that fogged forest. Just looking at the size of the city itself already tells me a lot about this place: a large city full of energy and a major gather place for commercial and culture, maybe even a political center. It’s really unlike any other cities and towns I’ve been to in
The Fairy Tale Guardians Part 2Chapter 1: The Guardians and Tale of the Wolf
Sarah groaned a bit as she slowly started to wake up and sat up. She looked around the area to see she, Lolly, and Skyla were inside a small church of some type with a beautiful glass window with an angel on it behind her and a white stand in front of it as well as a golden cross next to the stand.
“Lolly, Skyla, wake up!” exclaimed Sarah.
Lolly and Skyla groaned a bit as they started to wake up.
“Ugh…five more minters Sango,” groaned Lolly, still half asleep.
Sarah frowned a little.
“Wrong person,” said Sarah.
“Oh right…sorry Sarah,” said Lolly.
She and Skyla then noticed the place they were at as they became confused.
“Where are we? I remembered the book glowing and then…” started Skyla.
“Great, instead of a video game, I’m stuck in a book!” exclaimed Lolly.
Skyla just looked at Lolly in confusion as Sarah sighed.
RQ #10: PewDiePie X Little Sister Reader-FABULOUS
"What's up bros it's me PEWWWDIEEEPIE!" Pewds laughed.
"And I'm hid guest!" a young 8 year old girl giggled.
"This is little Pewdiepie!" Pewds said.
"What's up broshes!" she yelled.
"We will be doing the FABULIZER!" he laughed. "Who should we do sis?"
"I say we do....KEN!!!" you yelled.
"KEEEEN! Okay fabulizer! Okay let's turn him into a fabulous snail, stick his head on there, " he said.
"He also needs bat wings!" you told him.
"Okay, and he'll be fucking a rock," Pewds giggled.
"My manly brother," you said sarcastically.
"I know!" he yelled.
"Felix? (name)? Are you guys okay?" Mariza yelled from the kitchen.
"YESSSSSS!" (name) and Pewds yelled.
"Okay now we post this shit on twitter!" Pewds laughed.
As soon as your brother pasted it on twitter, you guys were spammed with comments.
'WHAT THE FUCK XD'
'OMG! WHY KEEEN'
'Oh god, is it me or is Pewds always high'
"Now we doooooooooooooooooooo, me and big brother," (name) giggled.
"I want to be a duck," Pewds said.
"I'll be a magical tea p
RQ #9: Steven Stone X Little Sister Reader-Lost
"Big brother!" the little 8 year old girl cried. She wiped up her tears and continued to walk around the dark tunnel with her growlithe.
She got lost while she and her older brother, Steven Stone, were collecting some rare rocks. While her brother and her were collecting the rocks, she walked off when she saw a shiny rock. When she went back to the spot her brother and her were at, he was gone.
"BIG BROTHER!" she yelled. Small tears ran down her face. Her growlithe let out a small whine. He wanted his trainer to calm down and think. He didn't want her to yell, it might attract wild pokemons.
"I'm sorry Fogo," (name) said and sat on a rock.
Fogo sat beside his trainer and sniffed around. He looked around until he saw a group of arons. They were heading towards the two. The arons were ready to fight, Fogo got in a fighting stance.
"F-Fogo? OH NO! Fogo use flamethrower!" she yelled.
Fogo used flamethrower, but the wild arons didn't flinch. (name) panicked and looked at Fogo. He was glowin
Neptunia mk2: National Relations
Spoiler Warning: This story contains slight spoilers from Hyperdimension Neptunia Mk2. If you have any intention on playing the game in the future, do not proceed if you do not want the ending ruined. If you've seen the ending, or have no intention to play the game, please proceed and enjoy the ride.
Additional Warning: This story is in no way affiliated with my earlier Neptunia 'Resolution' storyline; it instead takes place after the true ending of Hyperdimension Neptunia mk2. For those curious about my first Neptunia project, please go look for Neptunia Mk2: Conquest Ending: Resolution.
"How did I get here?" Uni, the CPU Candidate of Lastation, was standing in the middle of a Planeptunian Plaza, her face flushed a pale pink that clashed brilliantly with her shining ebony tresses. Despite her misgivings, the young goddess was wearing a pale white pilot's cap, a black and white long-sleeved blouse that frilled out towards the
Paralyzed ArtistParalyzed artist
“You’re so good at drawing!”
You always had that trademark bright smile on your face, despite your oddities. It was always so warm and welcoming, however, it is because of your oddities that repel the public away from you. That’s what is so funny about people, when someone is different, they get punished for it. You never thought of it that way, though. You only laughed, and sat in your wheeled-chair. Your posture was inevitable poor, because of how you always slouched in that “throne” of yours. Every day, during breaks, you’d illustrate worlds of mighty dragons, and other days, about our beautiful solar system-the pictures the stars made in the sky. I would always sit next to you, fascinated and completely infatuated in those inspiring stories of yours. Your arms laid motionlessly, folded into your lap, tied together tight with medical bandages at your wrists. They refused to move
Nerds and Jocks STILL in college 6
“Itachi is such an ass!” Diedara bitched as he began to stuff his face “Why would he go through such lengths to avoid a phone call!?”
Naruto just shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe they got into a fight.”
“Him and Tobi?” he then snorted “I don’t think so.”
“. . . then why did he chuck your phone out the window when you tried to call him?”
“That’s what I want to know!”
“Well, at least he offered to get you a new phone.”
Diedara then pouted as he sulked into his seat.
“I’m gonna pick the most expensive phone around…” he then glanced out the window. “Did I ever tell you that Itachi and I were on a Basketball team?”
Naruto’s eyes grew wide.
“No.” he smirked as he scooted his chair closer “Do tell.”
“We were so good our team had won state back in high school.”
“State? Daaaamn.” Not eve
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.
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