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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: A Rockdog Ate My Homework
It is another beautiful and golden morning here on the Kingdom Island of Harmony...and every denizen is up and about preparing for a new day at work or for play. Every pony, zebra, dragon, changeling, buffalo, griffin, and otherwise all rise from their beds when the warm, bright sun rises from the ocean's horizon...brought up by none other than the alicorn Princess of the Sun herself: Celestia of Equestria.
All while the adults attend their daily role of going to work or keeping their homes tidy for their families, the young students of Tambelon...from preschool to high school...are all taking the time to complete their Summer Homework Projects, as required by both the Schools and Royalty of Tambelon: Everypony must write a few pages on what they did this summer and anything they may have learned along the way.
Starlight, the young alicorn princess of Tambelon, has planned her paper out perfectly: writing one adventure and lesson at a time
Family's tickle dayIt was a pretty standard day in the house of Jet. It had been two weeks since the defeat of Fladros and Snowy knew he needed a good cheer up tickle session after all the crazyiness, plus she really missed his cute laughter. She of course would get captured by him another day, but for today. She had her cute husband tied upside down in their bedroom. She giggled as Jet's cute smile grew across his face.
"Hehe so I'm all yours for today." Jet said.
"That's right you'll be upside down first, I'll change your position a bit later." Snowy explained.
She pulled from their closet Jet's backpack it had tickle tools in it such as feathers; feather dusters, paint, feather rollers, pens, the tickle seed, and the tickle sphere. She pulled out a red cloth tying it over Jet's eyes to blindfold him.
"Using my own stuff against me." Jet chuckled.
His body twitched as he felt the tip of a feather poke his helpless belly. He began to laugh as Snowy stroked the tip on his vulnerable skin, he squirmed ado
PiF: Wandering through life - cz.4"Wędrując przez życie"
Jechałam z rodzicami krętymi paryskimi ulicami. Tata prowadził, mama siedział obok niego, a ja z tyłu na środkowym miejscu by oboje dobrze widzieć. Wracaliśmy właśnie od lekarza. Mama była na badaniach Ultra Sonografem. Doktor sprawdzał, czy z moim małym braciszkiem wszystko w porządku i czy rozwija się właściwie. Scott z nami nie pojechał, przygotowywał się do kolokwium, ja natomiast postanowiłam wybrać się razem z rodzicami i na własne oczy sobaczyć jak takie USG wygląda.
Był to ostatni dzień grudnia roku 2012, jednego z gorszych w moim życiu. Do Nowego Roku zostało jeszcze dziesięć godzin, a ja z niecierpliwością wyczekiwałam jego nadejścia. Liczyłam na to, że w 2013 spotka mnie o wie
A Day at the North Pole It was a beautiful snowy December day near Christmas time. Karissa, who was friends with Santa, the elves and everyone else was going to visit the North Pole. The young lady knew Santa because her other friend Snow Miser told her about him. She couldn't wait to see all of her friends from up north.
As soon as she got there, She couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Trees were glowing with Christmas lights, and light snow was falling. Karissa had never seen it snow this much in her life. At first, she was a bit lost. All she has to go by was all of the beautifully decorated trees and all of the animals. A map would be nice right about now. In no time at all, she found Santa's castle/workshop. Her face lit up with joy. Karissa ran to the breath-taking castle. She gazed at all of the beauty around her. Karissa's favorite time of year was Christmas time. Her birthday was only one day away from Christmas Eve too.
Karissa was a bit scared to knock on the door, she
I don't know what is good, what is right
I can't see the smile on my own face
He grabs me and pulls me into the abyss
I just don't know what to do
It's a curse
He gives me grief and laughs at our own pain
He makes me see the hits they give that were for him
We feel the pain together, I feel it more
I just cry as he laughs
Please oh please, don't hurt me
It's not my fault, he did this to me
I'm so alone, I need your love
I just bleed, blood fills my lungs
As I watch this sickness, it is poisonous
I just want to cry out, please know that I'm here
As this world fades to gray, I shiver at the pain
As memories, just shatter my brain
Please do not hurt me, Please oh please
I beg you my friend, please it is not me
I just want your love, I am not him
Don't hurt him, cause it makes me bleed
Please.....stop and see the real me.....
Planes FAR: In the MineOnce the scorch of the flames had vanished, the first thing that struck Dusty was the darkness. His running lights came on automatically, providing some light in the small space. He was pressed up against a wall and felt a larger weight pressing against him. The dim light his running lights provided was enough for him to see Blade's larger form standing over him, blocking him in completely.
"Blade?" He croaked. "It's over now, you can stop crushing me." "Sorry Champ." Blade replied, his voice sounding strained. He backed off a bit, allowing Dusty a bit of wiggle room. Turning his lights on the red helicopter, Dusty could see how tense Blade was. His eyes were shut tight and his teeth were slightly bared. "Are you hurt?" Dusty asked. "I've been worse." Blade lied. "It's nothing, I'm fine." He looked at Dusty. "A busted gearbox?" He asked. Sighing, Dusty nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?" Blade asked. "I didn't quite believe it. I didn't want to believe it. The thought of never racin
Nerds and Jocks STILL in college 4
Could someone say ‘worst plan EVER?’ ?
“Good morning Starshine!” Suigetsu chirped WAY to damn early in the morning as he stood on his bottom bunk to loom over Naruto who resided on the top “And how did you sleep?”
Sleep? What sleep? Between Suigetsu’s random maniacal laughs, Jūgo’s snoring, and Shikamaru’s sleep talking, HOW THE HELL COULD ANYONE SLEEP!?! But instead of saying anything out loud he remained twitching, which only made Suigetsu laugh.
“Ah that’s good, that’s good.”
Naruto began grinding his teeth. How much more did he have to bare with?!
“Leave me the hell alone! I want to sleep!” He then turned himself away from Suigetsu and covered himself more with his blanket, only to be further disturbed by the sound of an annoying alarm clock. “Oh come on!” Naruto jolted his upper body up and flopped his arms ontop of his blankets “You gotta be kidding me!!”
The RainIt was a very rainy, yet beautiful day on Enaria, and everyone was outside enjoying the day. Dmitri and Ferdinand were playing a card game and drinking warm tea under a canopy. Jaron, Connie and Van were climbing a tree, and Kari and Paula were actually playing in the rain some times. Everyone liked the rain because it barely rained where Ferdinand and Dmitri live. Everyone was having a nice time outside, except for Lana, who wasn't used to colder weather. All she did was watch, and watch, and watch. Rain drop after rain drop. That was actually all she felt like doing. Watching everyone do what they were doing outside, she kind of wanted to join them, but the other side of her didn't want to. Lana just sat and watched the rain fall from Ferdinand and Dmitri's window in their empty storage room. She watched the rain fall down, she watched the rain drops race against each other on the window, she heard the rain get louder, and quieter the next minute. She sighed as she watched the rain f
Shadowed Chapter One Chapter One: An Awaking Experience
A soft and soothing motion, one that is only experienced in a minimal amount of relations between two people, the warmth of the touch multiplying tenfold the longer it persists, but never enough to cause harm, only comfort. A smile creeps across the face with a sudden enjoyment. But soon it shifts, the touch no longer soft and loving, but rough and rasping, a burning sensation that started to fill through-out the entire body.
The sensation caused me to wake up. It took me some time to realize that I had tossed my bed covering off and had my head lain on the coarsely woven mattress. It was made of wool and thus stuck to my skin and had scratched it heavily. I placed my hands upon my cheeks and noticed that they were wet with blood, any small touch causing a sharp pain to resonate throughout my head. I have never been one
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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