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A Happy Poem?It's weird.
Weird that I found myself alone of my own choosing,
but hated every second of it,
because I knew it meant leaving you.
Weird that this dull pain in the back of my heart lingered for so long,
and that it was a longing for you,
who I deserted.
Weird that now,
When I come to you with my tail between my legs,
and those sad eyes and those lines we've all heard before,
you've forgiven me.
And my heart leaped out of my chest,
And caught in my throat.
A second chance?
A shot to prove myself?
What a relief.
Bad tasteEverywhere I go has a bad taste to it now.
I try to drink from the waters of creativity,
but am met by bitterness and the salt of freshly shed tears.
Everything I eat tastes of ash.
I try to think of things that make me happy,
and I see you everywhere.
I've left a bad taste there for the two of us.
And it hurts,
but I can force myself through it.
I feel wrong making you go through it, too, though.
I wish...I wish that I could say I'm sorry,
but I know that it will only make you hurt more.
I wish I could give you back the piece of your heart
that you were kind enough to give to me,
but I was cold enough to toss aside.
I wish that I could make things better
for the both of us.
Because even as we've gone our separate ways,
I still hurt when I see you like this.
I wish that I could do more than give you time,
but time will have to be all.
I wish I could keep from messing up,
but I can only help by keeping my hands away.
Most Interesting ManI don't always think about you anymore,
but when I do, it still stings.
I don't always lie around and moan about how awful life is,
and how my life doesn't have any meaning,
but when I do,
I make sure that I'm not publicly humiliating anyone.
I may not be the most interesting man on earth,
but I wish I'd be able to get your attention long enough to be recognized.
I may not be unhappy with where I am,
but I sure as hell can bitch about a lot.
Feedback and Activity Messages are AwesomeFeedback and Activity messages are awesome.
Why don't I get any.
It makes me sad.
I don't post any deviations...
Moment of TruthIt's the moment of truth,
Where I come to terms with myself.
Have I been lying to myself all this time?
Or have I actually gotten better?
It's the moment of truth,
Where the last stitch will finally be made,
or where everything I've worked for will be torn up again.
It's the moment of truth,
Where I can learn to be a person again,
And we can learn to be people together.
It's the moment of truth,
Where we meet as entities other than each others' lovers.
And I'm scared.
But I'm ready for this.
It's the moment of truth,
Let's make the most of it.
SATIRE: College Dress Code Bans FedorasCollege Dress Code Bans Fedoras
Feminist backlash leads to trendy hat being banned as a "hate symbol."
Male students returning to Farnsworth University this fall will have to leave their triblies at home.
That's because F.U.'s new dress code prohibits fedoras on campus, labeling the hats as "hate symbols."
F.U. officials released a statement explaining that the decision to ban fedoras was made due to the hats being associated with men's right activists and receiving complaints from female students.
Men's rights activists, or MRAs, as their name implies, claim to advocate for the rights of men and to address male gender inequalities; however, critics, especially feminists, argue that the movement is merely a facade for sexism and misogyny.
Recently, MRAs have received notoriety following the Isla Vista Shootings, as the shooter, Elliot Rodger, who killed seven people and injured 13, expressed within his manifesto misogynistic attitudes similar
My 'Love' StoryI've always found it difficult to distinguish between love and infatuation. The two are very similar yet undeniably different. Infatuation is a like a good knock off of an expensive brand, cheap and short lasting, while love is priceless and ever lasting. Take a designer bag and a cheaper knock off version of it for example, the appearance of the two are almost identical but the material, the foundation of it all are completely different. When it is described like that you may wonder how I find it so difficult to tell the difference, well you see it's simple, I'm just a frightened and confused 17 year old girl with quite a lot of thoughts, worries, doubts and fears.
My experience with love and infatuation isn't like that of the usual teenage girl. I've never been the girl to chase after boys, to go to discos and try and fish a couple boys out of the sea (which I'm told is full of them). No, I was in fact the complete opposite. I was against the whole idea of sticking my tongue down ano
Look How Far We've Come - WOW Shorts Reads Anastasia Marctosh scrambled along the streets. Around her night had come but it was bright with fire and flashlights and shop lights dancing across the street with people running about her. She had a small bag of tablets in her pocket that would likely be ripped from her cold fingers if she was caught with them.
A scream ring from a siren from the street over. People laughed at it. A couple of men with Halloween masks and bandannas ran past her, guns and knives in hand.
Shit! she thought. If this got any worse there would be another war. The last one had lost them nearly 85 generations of people, it would fucking kill more if they had another.
Another man ran past her, his nose and brow bloody and swollen. Ana dodged him, trying to jog but not too obviously. She quickly pulled collar of her puffer coat around her neck, trying to hide her face. Her hair was tatty and loose in the wind. It wasn’t breezy out, but the fire nearby blew hot waves of air
ObsessionIt’s quite a strange reality that my two favourite subjects at school also happen to be the two subjects which I most despise. They are PE and maths: how could I not hate them? One is just a painful hour of obnoxious muscle heads completely ignoring the teacher and class while the other is the school’s attempt at killing the only students who bring up the achievement average. As someone who has the physique and mental capacity of a cocaine addict (despite not actually ever having had cocaine), I don’t do well in, enjoy or remember the lesson content at all. That being said, whenever I have one of those hideous, hideous lessons a smile crawls onto my face and butterflies swarm in my stomach and up my oesophagus as they search for my lungs in which they lay their eggs. See, it is not the class that I enjoy, but who is in the class.
His name is Quinn Gaither. He is quite simply the most amazing and attractive and kind and beautiful human being to have ever or will
How Long Was I Gone? - Chapter 1Things are always way more fun when they aren’t allowed. Thats definitely the case here, because Mama would always scold me for being in the front room. I can picture her now, one hand on her hip and the other in front of my face, pointing her finger at me.. It was a room strictly off limits, with exceptions of special occasion. I never get to go into there, except those handful of times where I was told to dust, before the adults came over and drank their disgusting red wine. I never have even thought of actually sitting on this couch, but since I’m home alone, might as well give it a try.The couch feels really firm, and it’s freezing. Probably because no one has sat on it since last Christmas, and now it's the day before Easter. I’m really relaxed, because it's so quiet, but then I hear the beautiful sound of an old piano, playing a unknown melody softly above me. It's strange, because the only thing upstairs is the attic. All I can remember the attic fo
That Piece MissingNerissa standing on the seaside, dazed. She was looking out into the sea that was gradually growing choppier and the blackened clouds rolling in were covering the blue sky. Impulsively, she dives into the choppy waters and she starts to swim. She sees a mysterious diver swimming towards her, moving his hand in a motion to come closer. Nerissa keeps swimming in the other direction away from the mystery diver. Unexpectedly, she is drowning. She opens her eyes and a stream of light shines through the surface of the water, shining on the mysterious diver, then darkness came over her.
Abruptly, Nerissa wakes up from a deep sleep, when suddenly she hears her obnoxiously, loud alarm clock beeping. Not wanting to wake up, she wraps the covers of her comforter around her ears to drown out the beeping. It's no use. Instead, she lies there in the darkened room, wrapped in her cream color sheets and comforter, trying to wake up. She abruptly unwraps herself from her comforter, gl
In this life...Two bartenders were talking about some issues in life, and one seemed much more relaxed than the other. When he asked how he rested so easy with all of life's worries, the bartender replied:
"In this life, you've only got two things to worry about: are you healthy, or are you sick? If you're healthy, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're sick, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to live, or are you going to die? If you're gonna live, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're gonna die, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to go to heaven or are you going to go to hell? If you go to heaven, you've got nothing to worry about. If you go to hell..."
"You've got two things to worry about?" groaned the other bartender.
"NO! If you go to hell, you'll be too busy shaking hands with all your goddamn friends to worry about anything! So let's drink and not worry!"
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