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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: Shammy's First Date
A lovely afternoon sun shines down upon the Kingdom Island of Tambelon; Princess Celestia must be in a very good mood to give such a beautiful ray of light to all that live on the home where her former student-turned-princess rules...along with her husband.
Everypony is out and about this fine day, but among the crowd of ponies and other fine creatures that walk about the streets of Tambelon City, a hooded figure strolls on down the sidewalk...with his head and body covered in a fine, white cloak; Hiding his face and his wings apparently it seems...though the horn on his head is partially visible.
After walking for almost ten to twenty minutes, the brown coated stallion in white takes a turn to the right and passes by the front gates and lead to a fancy mansion just a short stroll up the hill. Upon standing on the "Welcome" mat before the front double door, the pony in the white cloak and hood rings the doorbell...and awaits for somepony to ans
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
The StarDust Wings part 1Chapter 1: Sly and the Light Bringer
The Eclyia Kingdom. A country where many legends of great heroes and villains are born. A world filled with many different type of magic. Magic plays a big part in many people’s lives. However, there are those who have made magic their whole lives, earning the names wizards and mages.
Most wizards and mage belong to different guilds from all around the world. Some guilds are more purer then others but one thing is clear: Each of them play a legend be born.
It was the middle of the night in a city as group of people were heading to a store while citizens gasped and stepped out of their way.
Course, many legends have to do with light…and sooner or later, those lights burn out. And when they do, darkness returns…
The group soon stopped in front of the store. Most of them looked like guards for some type of bar while a man with auburn hair, sideburns, green eyes, and was wearing a magenta tie, a black collared ligh
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
PMD-U: Pranked Housing“’Free Apartment Giveaway’?” I blurted out the title of this flyer posted on the bulletin just outside the Guild building with a raised brow.
After I finished the guild registration I decided to take care of my housing as soon as I can. The Guild has their own housing for guild members… but Teresa just told me that their housing are full and dozens of Pokémon are in line waiting for a room. After some digging, the only place I can look to get myself a house is the outskirt of the town. The housing in downtown like this particular neighborhood in is expensive like hell. After wondering in the god-forsaken fogged forest I basically lost most of my supply, and unfortunately, my money as well. (Besides, Andalusst uses different currency. Even if I can salvage my cash from the fog, they are still useless.)
Housing outskirt of the city can be quite cheap and easy—sometimes you can even build one your own if you find the land you desire. But hel
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 7
“You’re taking art?” Shino commented as he noticed the paint all over Kiba’s clothes and red painted upside down triangles on his face. “Cause you know, I could make an excellent model for you.” He then wrapped his arms around Kiba’s waist and began nibbling on his ear “A nude model.”
Kiba rolled his eyes.
“Good. You can pose in the snow.”
Shino chuckled at Kiba’s retort.
“So what’s the story of the red triangles?”
“The guys got into a paint fight in the middle of class and Sa- I-I mean NARUTO thought it would be funny to paint on my face. …yeah.” Kiba blushed and chuckled nervously at his near hic up. He almost told Shino that Sai was in his class and that he painted on his face. Man that would have been trouble.
“… Kiba, what are you hiding?”
“Hiding? Like you’re one to talk.” He then turned to face Shino still in his embrace
Under the RainUnder the Rain
Percy took me to a walk at New Rome´s park, the day was really sunny, so none of us suspected that it would rain later:
Everything was Ok, that dare was one of the first dates we took since we defeat Gaea, so I was going to enjoy every single minute.
“Are you enjoying this, because I am” he told me
“Definitely” I reply, feeling really happy at the moment.
“Let’s get some ice-cream, ok?”
“Su-“I was interrupted by a thunderstorm, the next thing I knew was that it was raining really hard “we should get back”
“Is Annabeth Chase afraid to get wet?” He tease me.
“NO WAY” I reply defensively “Beside I will get soaking wet and you will stay dry. Which is NOT. FAIR!”
“Come on, Wise Girl, It will be fun! ANs I promise allow myself to get wet” he said, using his best puppy-eyes.
“I´m not sure, Per-“ I started, but he grab my han
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
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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