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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
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
ATWC's CarnEvil part 1Prologue
When the Moon is full and trees are bare -
Walk through the Cemetery if you dare.
Where skeletons rot and corpses fester -
Locate the tomb with the skull of a Jester
Feed him the token all shiny and new-
It is then that CarnEvil will return for YOU!
It was a dark and starry night in the town of Moonlight town as the Halloween spirit was all around the place. Near the locate town grave yard, the yearly ‘Ghost Tour’ was going on as a tractor pulling a wagon rode the pathway with the folks either scared or excited. Course, they had no idea what event would becoming to them…
Near the front of the grave yard, three figures had jumped the francs and jumped down, landing perfectly on their feet.
The first was a twenty year old woman with waist long brown hair with had a blue hair clip in it and a stream of hair that had purple and blue breads, black eyes, and was wearing white sleeve less top with a bit of a collar on it and a blue cross on it, a diamo
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
HPM: Race of RacesTu-Lu’s bright moon shone high above the treetops, outlining the crests of several bulging cumulous clouds, which basked in its calming luminance like a flock of lumbering sheep. Amongst the stars that dotted the heavens, tiny volbeats surged as their invitation to dance beneath the glowing sphere was accepted by their lady friends, who skipped across the sky, as spectacular as a shooting comet, complete with a trail of pursuing stars in their wake.
Beneath the nighttime canopy, a small gathering of villagers sat round in a circle. Though the radiance of the moon was strong enough to light their nocturnal meeting, a small bonfire was constructed earlier in the evening to shoo away unwanted pests, warm chilly hands, and set the mood for a number of stories that needed to be retold.
Rhyona was among the townsfolk who decided to stay several hours past the Daisy Stakes event. She was seated upon a log she found in the woods, noiselessly listening to the idle gossip of her companions
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
An overdue welcome homeExhausted and worn feet carried him into the forested camp. He had begun his journey "home" when the moon had been at its peak in the star dappled sky; however, the dawn had since arrived. A slight morning breeze ruffled his fur as he stepped over the soft, grassy clearing. Thankfully, many nests lay barren and empty as the warriors had already left for their patrols, though the few that remained to guard the clearing caught sight of him and began whispering. The commotion won the attention of his deputy who instantly deserted a group of cats still in search of jobs, though a dismissive flick of his ebony tail stopped the brute in his tracks. The silver warrior nodded curtly and returned to readdress the huddled cluster of taskless warriors.
With yellow eyes, Pigeondive stared up at the sky, wondering when the gorgeous dark pelted tom that she loved so much would return. She then began to wonder what would happen when he returned. It had been so long since they had been alone together.
Hers: pt 2I ran down the hall to my room. Slamming the door shut, I rushed to the mirror. I checked my reflection. I adjusted my modified Misfits band-T (the sleeves were ripped off and the neckline lowered) and fixed my nose ring. One of my long, blonde dreads was on the wrong side, so I fixed that, too. I didn't wear make up, so no problems there. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I leaped onto my mattress and opened my laptop. The screen lit up and I quickly opened up the tab and called him. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Taylor popped up on the screen.
"Hey, gorgeous," he smiled at me then went back to the paper on his desk.
"Hey," I grinned and adjusted myself on the bed. He glanced up and held up what he was drawing. It was of a girl with dreads and dark eyes, wide as a doe's. Her lips were curved up in a faint smile as if she knew something you didn't.
"Like it?" he asked eagerly, "It's you."
"It's amazing," It really was. Every
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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