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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
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Canada x Reader - My Ghost
You were having a bad day. At the start of your day you woke up late for work, rushing to get the uniform on made you fall and cut your finger somehow. The weather went from sunny to pouring outside as you forgot your umbrella and had to run to work.
It seemed that destiny had made you life hell today. Giving a loud sigh you slump on the bus heading home.
The bus stopped at a stop in front of a waffle house. You wanted to go there once since your friend said his brother loved their pancakes there. Thinking about your friend you groaned realizing you had to meet him now at mcdonalds. Doing a facepalm you slumped some more in your seat noticing a presence next to you.
Looking to the empty spot you swore you felt someone sit next to you. Shrugging you look back out the window taking out your phone to text the obnoxious male you call a friend. The buttons make a clicking noise that somehow filled your thoughts.
The next moment your mind went back to reality feeling a poke on the shoulder.
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
Iceland x Reader I Want My Licorice BackEmil sighed as he flopped onto his mattress. Today he had to host another one of those stupid meetings. He spent the entire week being forced to make it look all nice and clean. But as soon as everyone walked in, all that work was pointless. Not only were there chairs and plants strewn everywhere, food was also thrown about. England complained to America about his eating habbits and tried to take the fat oaf's hamburger away. This lead to the fat oaf to use his strength to flip twat muffin across the room. Since he wasn't a big country, nobody listened to his pleas to stop the nonsense.
Emil bascially sat in the corner sulking as the room was destroyed thanks to family issues. Not like he didn't have any family issues. He had a load of them, but he kept such to himself and handled them not as babyish as the rest.
However, lets go back to the subject about food. Emil needed some comfort food. He rolled off his bed and stretched, his shirt slightly untucking itself from his pants. Taking
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
In The Rain Part 2 England x Reader
You and Arthur had talked to each other like there was no tomorrow; it was like you two had known each other for years and were merely knitting back your friendship. But in reality, you had only just met Arthur and he you. It had happened to be raining today and certain events had happened, before you knew it one thing led to another and you ended up here, on a tram to Covent Garden with a handsome, blonde gent named Arthur Kirkland.
The rain outside was still going on and was hitting the windows of tram with all of it's might, but your eyes were focused on the blonde male next to you. The heat of the tram had made your hair now only slightly damp and had made you much warmer resulting in giving Arthur his blazer jacket back after some arguing. After 15 minutes of talking, the tram began to slow down and once you saw the many Christmas lights you immediately knew that you were at Covent Garden. Arthur had took note of the area and stood up with one had on the rail and the other by his
Know the differenceIf he asked her to bleed she would say
How deep do you want the cut?
That's not love, darling.
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Silver x Reader: BrokenAuthor's note: so there's a bit of cussing in here, considering, well, Silver is kind of... abrasive. So if you don't like bad words, I don't recommend reading.
“Go away,” I grumbled. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Silver.
I’d never brushed him off like that before. Usually I was the epitome of kindness to him, because I knew that beneath his rough, mean exterior, there was a good guy inside. Nonetheless, my tone surprised him.
“Get up, weakling.” Leave it to Silver to cut right to the chase. “I’ve been training. Let’s battle.”
I looked up. His face was grim and determined, as usual.
“Can’t you tell I’m not in the mood?” I pulled at the grass and blinked back tears. I couldn’t let Silver, of all people, see me crying. He’d just have another reason to call me weak.
“You think I fucking care if you’re in the mood? C’mon. Get up and battle me.”
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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