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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
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
death of a sweet sixteeni found my house on
the market the
other day -
- it was 2011 again,
but the sun had set
on my nights of terror
nose to the barstool and
two black eyes, a dish
towel caught in my throat.
i keep trying to find
pieces of myself that
no longer exist - a dead dog,
baby blue walls, whispered
it sold for six figures,
and i can only wish
that i could sell my pain
for that much, but no
one would be willing to buy
it, as i am it's sole host,
the only one who
one of these days i will
drive by that sad eyed
grey house before we are
gone for good, and i will set
up with my camera, snapping
photos of my whitewashed hurt.
and if i linger too long,
so be it, as i've spent so
many nights ruined,
scraped away like the stars
once stuck on my
the bank may own my house,
but it will never own my heart.
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
How To Not Break Your HeartHow to
not break your heart
Make sure to quickly
let go of hands
that refuse to hold you
and pretend it was
just a simple accident
(And, oh god, please,
please don't open
Admit that things
can't be perfect
when you can't convince
yourself to believe
that it was worth
the days you stayed
up until 5 AM
play your cards right and
don't love anything with a pulse-
They'll make you crumble
like a house of cards
Fall for the ones who fell
like shooting stars and
left imprints in the concrete
when their times were up
Fall for the ones you
can never touch whether
they are black-and-white,
colored, or just in another
Sculpt them to suit your needs
Fall for figments of your imagination, too
because they'll move their pieces
according to you and only you
and always you
always make sure to
love things that aren't alive
They'll never betray you
Father Dearest - 2p!America x Reader x 2p!Canada 8
Peace, what is peace? Is it knowing that you've done all you can in life? Is it Life? Is it Death? Well, I know what peace is. I am peaceful. Floating in the dark. Quiet. Silence. Darkness. There is nothing more peaceful. But, this can get boring, lonely. I need attention. I need friends. I need love. My death was a small blip on the world, right? The war will keep going until the world is torn apart...right? Or is my death good? Did me dying make the war stop? I need to know this. It seemed like forever with me floating in this dark abyss. But I felt uplift. I was floating upward, a light was shining. Like a portal. I was floating towards it. I was dead, so I accept my fate. I close my eyes and await what comes next. Then, I felt softness. Like a fluffy cloud. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw something amazing. Something that a human mind cannot possibl
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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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More