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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
RQ #6: Green X Eevee Child Reader-My Friend
Green was just having a normal day..or so he thought. Green, the handsome gym leader of Viridian City was outside for a breather since one of his challengers had a weezeing use smoke screen and that didn't turn out well. Green was walking around a small forest around his area looking at the trees and blue sky. Every once in a while a bug catcher would want to battle him because he was a gym leader. He also met a group of girls who were looking for "cute" pokemons, but instead of leaving him alone they followed him everywhere.
A eevee with (hair color) was looking for food to eat since she was hungry. She took a look around making sure there were no trainers to bother her. The young eevee was tired of having trainers trying to catch her just because she was a eevee.
Why won't these pesky girls leave me alone? Just because I'm famous doesn't mean you have to follow. I was just out here to take a quick breather while the gym was airing out.
Fangirls are so annoying. Why can't
whispering galaxies She whispered galaxies into the night sky, hoping for an echo to return. The emptiness of the quiet consumed her, drowning her thoughts as she tumbled downward into a spiral of mayhem. She reached for moonlight's sweet lullaby, frantically trying to swim her way towards the surface. The darkness hummed a serenade, wrapping its poisoned touch around her heart. Engulfed, terrified, she tried to scream, but all that was left was silent agony.
she wept in the night
where only echoes of the broken remained.
© oakleafninja23, 2014
Nerds and Jocks STILL in college 3
“I need to get a what?”
Sasuke commented as he slammed the door behind him.
“A job Sasuke, a job.” Kiba sighed “You’re parents kicked you out remember?”
“You gotta be kidding me!” Sasuke did NOT want to hear this right now. Especially since he just got told that Naruto was not going to be moving back in with them.
“Welcome to the life of being independent.”
“Oh you have NO idea.” Shino smirked. All he could think about was how fucked Sasuske was. After living with his parents for so long Sasuke hadn’t a CLUE how the real worked.
“Can’t I just go apply to be a model or something?”
… see? Absolutely NO clue.
“Oh Sauske, you’re so cute.”
“What? I’ve got the looks right?”
“Maybe after photo shops done with you.” Shino snickered.
“Ch.” Sasuke flicked his head away from the others “Why do I need a
EIMDPnF2: Trauma incorregible XDPhineas: ¿Por qué rayos no puedo ir a ningún lado? Les juro que mi pie está mejor.
Gumball: ¿Seguro? (Le toca el pie)
Phineas: ¡AU! Sí.
Darwin: Lo siento, pero debes quedarte en cama hasta que tu pie se mejore.
Phineas: ¿Y qué voy a hacer mientras?
Ferb: Toma, lee este, libro. (Se lo da)
Phineas: (Lo toma) Mhh.. Ok, creo que leer no me hará daño.
(Dos horas después)
Phineas: *"¿Cuáles son tus últimas palabras, boba?"* *"Tienes unos ojos hermosos."* *"Morirás, Scootaloo. ¡MORIRÁS!"* Jamás debí leer ese libro.
RD: (Abre la puerta) Phineas, vine a ver si estás mejor del pie.
Phineas: ¡AHHHHH! ¡ME QUIERE SACAR LA SANGRE! ¡AUXILIOOO! ¡AHHHHHHH!
RD: Ahm, ¿Estás bien?
Phineas: ¡ALÉJATE DE MÍ, ASESINA!
(Al día siguiente)
RD: Por tu culpa Phineas me tiene miedo. ¿Qué tipo de libros lees?
Ferb: Oye, no e
A dream come true-Resort of the heavensThere is something that lures me to sleep. I'm used to it you could say. The pitiful crying of desperation and hunger drives my friend mad. So she cries and wails throughout the night. Oh I just wish I could be in a better place.
The streets of New York are filled with us. Who is us? Us are the children that sleep in the alley ways. Cardboard tents are like treasure to us. With cardboard tents you can shelter yourself from the harsh, cold wind and deadly weather.
Scraps of food is what we live on. If that night my loved ones hadn't crashed I could've still had enough food to keep my ribs from showing. I could feel happy. My thoughts are interrupted by someone speaking.
"Akira. Come with me Akira." The voice whispered. Goosebumps started to rise. There was something unsettling about the way he talked. He was behind me, whispering like the wind passing by.
He was the only motivation I had left, my crush. "Where will we go?" I asked, sounding better than I felt deep down.
"I know y
RA: zad.1Przeraźliwe wycie wyrwało Stacy z niepewnego snu. Otworzyła oczy i wpatrzyła się w biały sufit pokoju, w którym spędziła niemal całe swoje życie. Musiała przemyśleć sytuację. Z całą pewnością nie tak brzmiał budzik oznajmiający jej, że nastał kolejny dzień tortur. Usiadła niczym robot, cała zesztywniała, po czym przystąpiła do porannej toalety.
"Pozostało 25 minut do autodestrukcji ośrodka. Uprasza się o zachowanie spokoju i udanie się do wyjść ewakuacyjnych celem zachowania życia. Dziękuję."
Szczotka do włosów wypadła jej z ręki. Rzuciła się na drzwi, które zawsze otwierała tylko specjalna eskorta mająca zaprowadzić ją do miejsca badań. Tym razem szkło bez trudu przemieściło się pod naporem jej dłoni.
You're a KittenYou crawl across the kitchen floor. For you, it takes miles to reach Mother. You take some milk and gulp it down. You continue to venture around the house. You make it to the middle of the hallway before you get scooped up from the floor by the girl. You look up to see her face. She's smiling. She says something, but you don't understand. She brushes your soft fur. You like it. She does so multiple times, causing you to purr. The purr rattles in your throat. It roars loud. The girl rubs her nose on your head. You continue to purr, squinting. She puts you down and you wander, still looking for more adventures...
Boo and ButterbeanShe sat there in bed, surrounded by loneliness. The sounds of her sobbing echoing in the darkness.
The furry, purple monster peeked out from under the girl’s bed, having heard the broken sobs. “What’s wrong?’ He asked, his voice still rough from sleep. She quickly wiped away the tears. “Nothing.” She said as she turned the other way.
“But ButterBean.” The monster whined and clumsily climbed out from under the bed. The girl felt a huge dip in the bed beside her. “C’mon ButterBean.”
“It’s nothing Boo.” She whispered as she scooted away. “Please just go back to sleep.” She continued.
“But Boo can’t sleep when ButterBean is sad!” Boo exclaims before his eyes widen and he covers his mouth with his large, clawed hands. He looks to the door and when he hears no footsteps, turns back to you. “Don’t make me get tickly…”
The girl flips onto her back and stares
Midnight Travelers/TT Errand #9 Bucking La Cart Ven gave a hefty yawn as he accompanied Brutus through the streets once more. It was morning once again and he ceremoniously forced to tag along once again for nonsense reason Brutus came up with. It was a benefit to be outside this morning. Rowen and Annie seemed to make themselves properly at home with an instant to his amazement. Instead of his typical nightly stroll, he was forced to make another room for them. He grumbled, rubbing his sore claws from all the carving he had to do. Should have never offered them a place to stay… But the Nidoran’s teary gaze came to mind at the thought. He clutched his chest as his heart gave a small cringe, placing his right claw on it, eyes filled with scorn. “Dammit…,” he murmured.
Brutus gave him a questioning gaze which Ven merely shook his head with his right claw, swiftly placing his claw down. Lately his partner had been doing things he found horribly out of
You, an Almost-Crush.You are in my dreams
both day and night.
You're a permenant fixture
in my unconscious life.
I miss you without doing so
and I "like-like" you without the pain
yet pain still thrives in me, painlessly
breaking my heart
but the pieces are still together.
I know who you are,
and I know my limits,
and I'm familiar with the art
of fixing my broken heart.
I missed you then,
and I miss you now,
and you're always on my mind
but my heart isn't broken
and I'm not in pain
and I don't really love you
nor have I ever really loved you.
Now I must thank you
for being my first
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