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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.
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.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
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.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
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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