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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.
RWBY- Let GoRWBY- Let Go (A Test)
Something different. Please be sure to provide me feedback as to which you prefer. If this is well received, I shall add it to the Pollination series. If not, it shall stand on its own. I personally want to save all the angst, sad, and grief for the miniseries "Seventeen Years".
Anyways, this was just a test. I can say for certain that I don't want to do this again, unless you people just REALLY love it for some reason.
As the sun sets, we continue to march. Ruby leads us in silence, massive red ursa skin cloaked over her shoulders. I remember when she first discarded her original cloak for the skin. It was originally black. Alas, that was many years ago, and that cloak reminds me of what was once a paradise every single time I lay eyes on it.
Looking back, I sigh. Blake and Yang march behind me, faces stoic with discontent. I know with all my heart that it is not from such a steep hill that we are currently traversing. Instead, it is from the many griefs and turm
World War Three Begins Today“The American Government has declared war on its own people”
Those words were plastered over every headline of every news station in every country. The United States was at war with itself.
The presidential election was a rough one. The winner won by only a few votes, and the speech he made at his inauguration was a frightening one. He said that the corruption all across the country was going to kill us if we didn't do something about it. That the corporations were controlling the government. That the government needed to be stopped. That the people were powerless.
His speech left the public either confused or angry. Each member of the crowd made a decision; to riot or to run. Those that rioted did not end up very well. Some died, more were hospitalized, and all of the others were arrested. The end result was disastrous. A few months go by with little to no news about the white house or new president. Nothing changes, no new laws are discussed, no old laws are reviewed, no
The Choice for her lifeOnce long ago there was a man and his wife, they lived happily together and had many children, But this man could not feed and cloth all of his children even though he worked day and night. So one day the man walked down a dusty road towards the town he lived near to see if the priest would take his newly born baby girl. The wife had told him “I know you love her but we do not have enough to go around, go to town my husband and give our girl to the priest.” So the man walked with his baby girl, she had dark green eyes and brown curly hair which has just began to grow. as the man walked he came up to a woman. The man said “Who are you?” the woman said “I see that you are taking your child to town, why is that?” the man replied, “I am going to give her to the priest and she will live a good life.” the woman replied, “If you want to find a better home for you girl you should go to the old oak tree in the middle of town and find her a g
Abuse: Another Story Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
He looked the same as every other person on the street. He did not have a scruffy, dangerous look. He did not contain an aura of evil or darkness. The conformity of him never would have attracted a second look. He hid in plain sight. He gained trust of everyone. No one suspected. No ever did. Especially not him. How could he be? He could be trusted.
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
It always happened in the fringe. Always when no one looked. Always when none would suspect. They came to trust him as all do. He had the patience that spanned months, years even. Countless he took and used. Countless he touched and bruised. Not a word they spoke for the shame and fear crushed them. His ever present shadow terrified them. Even if they dared worked up the courage, his silent threats kept them toeing the invisible line.
A Different Kind of EssayДваесет и втори мај. На мојата домашна адреса пристигнува писмо, кое очигледно пропатувало доста. Го погледнувам и забележувам дека ја нема адресата на испраќачот. На
A Conversation with a Square and a CircleA Conversation About the Weather with a Square and a Circle.
For the best reading experience we suggest imagining the conversation in British accents.
“Good morning Mr. Circle.”
“Good morning Mr Square.”
“The weather is nice don't you think Mr. Square?”
“No, it's absolutely dreadful.”
“Well I guess it's all a mater of perspective Mr. Square.”
“ What is the point of Perspective when you have consensus Mr Circle?”
“Simple Mr. Square. Perspective is a matter of Free Will.”
*scoff* “You of all people should know, Mr. Circle, that Free Will is a sham.”
“What do you mean Mr. Square? Are you saying that Free Will doesn't exist?”
“Of course not Mr. Circle. However Free Will is a sham.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well Mr. Circle it all boils down to general consensus. When one person agrees to an idea they will spread it. And then the person they spre
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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