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BullyingWhat's your point in exaggerating?
Is it to make you lie bigger?
The gossip worse?
The backstabbing more painful?
The bullying more intense?
Your becoming a liar.
A back stabber.
A frienemy .
Just cause I don't hear you
Doesn't mean it won't hurt me.
Your not the first person to do it.
It's happened before.
Yes I'm used to it but.
It still hurts me.
It always will.
Stick and stones will brake bones
But words will hurt.
Echo in your mind.
Bother and disturb you.
I know what it is.
I've done it.
I regret everything.
If I could take it back I would.
I can't though.
What's said is said.
No one can change that.
Bullying is a sin.
What you thing is harmless.
That's what cases the worst things.
Playful punches that leave bruises.
You don't think about it till your in the counselors office.
With who you thought was a friend.
You were just playing.
When you bully it's not what you think.
Don't bother reading'Hearts beat in sequence when love is real. My heart beats beat to slow to match any others. Keeping me from loving anyone the right way.'
'Perfect Is just a word. Nothing more.'
'Emotions are just feelings. Feelings are make believe.'
'Perfection is just a Object. When you crave perfection nothing looks right. Everything is wrong. No one is the right one. '
Some things I wrote to vent today...
How not to be a sir...
Keep your opinions to yourself...
I see where our friendship stands.
We crack easily.
Sometimes I'm just invisible
Do you notice me trying to impress you? Trying to show you things? Let you acknowledge me?
I'm like a ghost. I'm there. Just never seen.
I wish I was a lamp... No one makes fun of lamps.
Your not one person. Your one of us.
I'm glad I'm not a cat... I wouldn't want to live 9 difference lives.
I'm not sweet.
You can't see me.
I'm not worth it.
Love is only imagination. It's there one minute. Gone the next.
Like snow I only come once a year.
Just hear those screamsJust hear those screams and shouts we worry about all night
We shake in fear from the sight of his love
It's how we live how we die
We feel the cold creep In but were chilled to the bone tonight
Let my life be the proof of his love
Is it good is it bad
you make the choice
I choose the right road
you chose the Left
I ran down to meet you at the end
What I found was A night mare
It wasn't what you were like
It was a Demon
He had a Long spiked tail
Three pitch black horns
Blood red eyes
Stood 6 feet tall
He was looking right at me
I made no move
He came closer and circled me
I kept my breath light and short
Sapphire's Story Ch.1“Hey Sapphire,” Alicia said. Working at the cashier, like she always was. Sapphire had went to her favorite all Angel café, Coffee on Clouds.
“Hey Alicia! Can I get a caramel hot chocolate?”
“Yeah! So how have you been? I hear your birthdays coming up?”
“Yup. I’m turning 21. I have to get married soon. I don’t know if my dad is arranging it though. If he picks my fiancé for me I hope he will pick the right one,” she said thinking about her father. Aron. She didn’t know if he would be too busy to pick out a fiancé for her daughter. He did work for God. Choosing who gets to go to Heaven and who gets to go to Hell.
“Cool. Going to go down to London and celebrate?” Alicia asked her handing her the hot chocolate she ordered.
“Nah. I’m not a big fan of going down there.” Sapphire replied taking her hot chocolate. She handed Alicia the money.
Creative WritingOne night as I went to bed I left my sketch book open. I had it laid out on the desk. Little did I know that one of my characters we’re going to come out. When I opened my eyes the next morning I noticed something on my stomach. Normally I thought it was my dog. So I pushed it off my stomach. Thinking that it was my dog.
“No..” I heard it say. Not my dog. Definitely not my dog. I froze. I reached over to grab my glasses so I could see what it was. After I put them on I looked down to see a head of hot pink hair.
“W-Who the?! W-What the?!” I said pushing it off of my stomach. I stood up next to the bed.
“Nuuh.” Is what emitted from under the bundle of covers.I grabbed the covers. I pulled them off the figure in one swift movement. I recognized the figure immediately.
“N-NEON?! HOW?!” I yelled. She covered her ears groaning.
“No…Don’t yell.” She said quietly sitting up. I sighed and moved the hair out fr
I write sins not Tragedies-Panic! At the DiscoImagine a church corridor filled with pews. You hear a faint sound of two people exchanging words.
“I love you.” Said the bride.
“I love you too”the groom replied back.
You walked to the door. You peered through the door to see a wedding. A beautiful wedding. The groom had no one on his side. But the bride. She had tons of people on her side. They looked different though. They had eyes painted on their eyelids. They we’re dressed a tad bit old fashion.
You looked at the altar. You saw the groom’s bride wink at one of the men. You stepped inside and stood at the door. You watched as a man came in. He looked like a ring leader. He was followed by a group of people they acted out. They looked like a side show. They walked around. Then they sat down as the ring leader went to the front though. After a while a man stood up. You heard the ring leader.
“Yesss” he said as he held out the S. You watched
Deadly-Freaks-RpName: Chace Anthony Frusher
Race: He's Part Werewolf
Job: Necromancer Appearance: Green eyes , Shaggy brown hair, Jeans and a regular teen
with a no sleeve Jacket
Personality: Sweet,Caring, (meh I'll finish later)
History: Un decided
Favorite color: Green
Deadly Freaks RPName: Laurie Snandle
Appearance: Icey blue eyes,Short blond hair that curves out, skinny , Tall , Wears a Black shirt with jeans,Pale skin and a small black rose tatto on his arm
Personality:dark, misterious, like to get his way,stubborn and loves kittens
History: He was born a Vampire
Favorite color: Ocean blue
B-day present ^^Sherlock knew John had something planned...Why else would he have been so secretive?He was always slipping out.He was also avoiding Sherlock.He would hop off the computer when Sherlock came into the room.When John left to go get some more tea.Sherlock got on Johns computer and pulled up the last page he looked at.He was shocked!!John has been looking at wedding rings!!Sherlock logged off John's computer and went into the living room and went into deep thought..He couldn't think of any women John had seen lately..He decided he would ask John tomrrow. He tried to fall asleep ,but he couldn't stop thinking about the rings...He got up and went down stairs.John still wasn't home...Sherlock fixed himself some coffee and sat down...He waited till John got home.
He had went out to go look for a ring..He finally found one!He thought it was perfect!he bought it and stared to walk home.He was proud of himself.He hoped Sherlock hadnt got to suspicious..He got a cab and wet home whe
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
Stereotypical SuicideSuicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a family,
Nobody who lives for their care,
Nobody who wants them around,
Nobody who helps them through life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has friends,
Not a person there for a simple hug,
Not a person existing for a reassuring look,
Not a person around to leave the words,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a home,
No place to live and feel happy in so,
No place to live without leaving again,
No place to live to avoid the truth,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a love,
Nothing there to hold them in warm arms,
Nothing there for a kiss to remember,
Nothing there to be a greatness in life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a someone,
"Don't do it - for your family
They mean nothing to me anymore,
"Don't do it - for your friends"
Friends? What friends? They don't exist,
"Don't do it - what about home
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
Beautifully BrokenA tidal wave crashes
Hard against the front of my skull,
Spewing fountains of hate into the air.
They are not beautiful.
A shot glass in one hand,
A pen in the other,
I drink alone in my room
As everything about me falls apart.
I can't heal mistakes.
The higher I am,
The prettier the fountains become,
But they really still look the same.
The world sees such strength,
A stoic warrior in a landscape of corruption,
But inside is a black, charred heart,
Shrouded in secrecy.
I am not beautiful,
Because hate is not beautiful.
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
Blah blah blahWhy?!
Why does it have to be this way.
Where I'm on one side your on the other.
We fit together.
You just can't seem to sit it.
You see me down and try to make me feel better.
Does it work?
Rarely. I'm hard to please. I ask for everything and get nothing in return. I don't complain.
You think I'm easy? Guess again.
You think I use head phones to block you out. Actually. It's to keep my thoughts in. To learn rhythms of my heart beating. So I can know what to expect.
Does it matter? No. It'll happen anyways.
Why can't I lay down? Close my eyes and go to a better place. Want to know why? I have things I needa do. Missions to fulfill.
Main missions. Finishing education. Getting a job to provide for my need. Finding my true love. The one who was made for me. The one I'll be with forever. The one who talks to me. Sings to me. Dances for me.
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