maybe that's soI've been told that I should believe in you.maybe that's so3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe that's so.
My heart says you think my fear insults me;
You'd prune it away because I'm so beautiful inside.
Maybe that's so.
But it's so hard to get past this,
So difficult to be what I think you want me to be.
And maybe all I have to do is stop struggling, stop trying.
Maybe that's so.
But we're talking about letting my defenses down,
And I feel like I've never been good at that. -- Like, ever.
To just assume that everything will be alright - no, simpler than that,
To have no idea what "assuming" even is. To just know that things are okay.
And maybe that's so.
But how can I do that? How can I completely surrender?
Don't you know that to me, I'd be becoming willfully insane?
People coming, people being there for me? Madness, that's all it is.
And to be honest, I can remember that I was different in the past. I believed in others.
But maybe someone can be hurt too muc
Anger I hate conflict. I make it a point in life to avoid starting or participating in conflict. So far this has been fairly successful, I never directly insult or criticize anyone. I always try to make others days better, but not just for them, mostly for myself. For I have a powerful sea of anger lying beneath the surface of my mind. I keep it well tamed, but I can't control it all the time. It manifests at random times, a passerby gave me a funny look, I hate him with a fiery passion; a person online say your instead of you’re, they are the lowest form of human being. Often I catch myself and can remind myself to calm down, but I haven’t always been able to. Up until seventh grade, I was very violent with my brothers. They have always annoyed me, something perfectly natural in most families, but to me it was a stick constantly poking the bear of my anger. I would, and still do, immediately writhe with anger, but now I can stop myself from physAnger11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A father's 'mistake'There once was a man, who he had a son that he loved very much. The man had worked as a Bridge master for the railroads. For his son, he loved the trains, and the people who traveled on them. The people who were lonely, angry, grieving, confused, and selfish. Fate lured a tragic mistake.A father's 'mistake'1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
A young boy, was making his way down the tracks to a small train station, he skipped excitedly kicking his tail coat up behind him. His stomach rose with excitement, he saw the station just a little bit away from where he was.
Making his way up on the wooden dock the sun reflected on the boy's ginger hair and freckled face. He had gotten onto his hands and knees and began to look over the dock looking into the water. "Finlay, be careful and don't fall in." Finlay looked up and saw a familiar face, It was his father smiling and leaning out of the station's window.
"We haven't been busy all day." The father sighed as he slumped down in the window seal some more. "that's okay" Finlay
AbuseLet me stand on your shoulders to save myself, while I insist that you are all that matters.Abuse3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Serious. (Please read.)Serious: Kigo Fanfic and my other fanfic.Serious. (Please read.)2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
To all of the readers. (Kigo (Kim x Shego) readers or Skie and Seth (OC x OC) readers)
Okay, I'm sorry if I got any of your guys hopes up but, this is about the fanfic I have been doing recently. As I've been writing I have noticed some of my sloppy work. (Wrong words, Bad grammer, comma errors, Stuff like that) And I'm glad you guys over look them and just care about the story. I wanted to thank you so much for all the nice comments and I just feel as if saying it to you doesn't mean a lot. Let me explain.
I want to thank you so very much. Getting a comment warms my heart and everyday, I come here and look forward to seeing a feedback message. I'm so happy to see even 1 mail. Today, I woke up to 5. It was amazing. Yesterday, I do believe I had 6. Can you imagine my excitement? I mean, All of you, even if you quit reading it or even if you don't comment but read it, Are making me very elated. This is a dream of mine. I love English
Everyone Knows EverythingNederlandstalige versie >> http://doolhoofd.deviantart.com/art/Iedereen-Weet-Alles-345317266Everyone Knows Everything1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Everyone Knows Everything
Say yes to life. Take control. Step outside. Make contact. Meet people. Cherish friendships. Create your own happiness. Go out. Find a hobby. Join a club. Unfold your talents. Learn how to juggle. Learn a new language. Collect something. Appreciate something. Fill the void. Follow your intuition. Realize your freedom. Don't just sit on it. Activate yourself. Find your passion. Realize your dreams. Don't wait any longer. Take the first step. Grab the bull by the horns. Take your chance. Make a wish. Roll the dice. Play the game. Act now. Take the bait. Drop dead. Chill. Don't have a cow. Relax. Take some time for yourself. Turn the heat up. Take a bath. Find peace and balance. Let the sunshine in. Realize it's all relative. Stay cool. Shuffle around in your slippers. Bake an omelette. Nose around in the attic. Clean out the mouse traps. Cut open your teddybear an
Adventure LostGooseflesh forms, but doesn't become wings.Adventure Lost1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
The RealityI sit at my desk, scrawling words in purple ink on a sheet of paper. My hands shake, making the letters come out wiggly.The Reality2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"Sorry it's been so long since I've written. I was afraid to say this, even to myself. My life has been sort of hectic lately." I stare at the page with a rising fear. I don't want to say this. "... I have..." I can barely bring my hand to write out the word. "Cancer.
"As much as I have denied it and ignored the signs, I have to come to the realization. I am sick.
My eyes water as I sit with the pen against my lips. I have so much I still want to do: write a full story that people love, buy my own house, get married... None of this is going to happen.
A heavy reality pushes down on my shoulders. I ball up, hand over my eyes as the tears flow freely. In a burst of anger and bitterness, I sweep every bit of paper of my desk and throw throw my phone to the ground. It isn't fair... But when is life fair? God, I'm so scared. Why is this happening to me?
Sickly Sweet"Rob..." I lay there in our bed feeling hot and miserable, my throat burned painfully making it hard to speak. He was already awake and I could hear him in the kitchen. I rasped again, "Rob...c'mere..."Sickly Sweet2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I hear his footsteps coming closer towards the door until he walks in and sits down on the bed next to me, he was still in his boxers and his face had just a touch of fuzz on his cheeks, meaning he hadn't shaved yet that morning, "Are you okay Emma?"
"N-no..."I rasped tiredly. He reached out and touched my forehead gently.
"You need to stay in bed Emma. You are definitely sick."
I groaned with displeasure, "ugh...what...what about our set...?"
"You're not going."
"B-but Ro-" He pressed a finger to my lips
"shhhh...it's okay we will get many chances to do it again."
"...o-okay Robby..."I rasped. He leans down to kiss me but I stop him with a hand on his shoulder, "Don't...if I get you sick...we're both...screwed..."
He sighs, "Right..." He gets up and says, "Do you need anything?"
Cuarta EstacionTodo ocurrió en un día hermoso de otoño. Yo amaba el otoño.Cuarta Estacion22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Fue un día de otoño, en donde las hojas secas de los árboles caían cuando la conocí a ella.
Fue un día en donde el viento soplaba, cuando conocí su sonrisa y pude percibir su dulce aroma.
Pero también; fue un día de otoño, en donde comencé a odiarlo.
Todo sucedió en este período.
En otoño tenía mis mayores sueños y anhelos. Era la persona más feliz en esa época y cada que llegaba la amaba más.
En otoño conocí a una mujer especial.
Pero el mismo otoño me la arrebató de una forma brutal.
La conocí de una manera imprevisible. Así como las ráfagas de viento que te sorprendían en esa temporada, así fue la forma en cómo la conocí. Un accidente, un café derramado, gritos muy afeminados de mi parte; una disculpa entre risas de ella… Un silencio, una m
Abnormal I am the girl in the back of the class.I can not make friends easily.I am the one who hates innapropriot things.I always am talking about things that make no sense.I am random.I am the one who loves strange things.I am the few that love cats more than dogs.I never say bad things or engender write them down.I tell if people are innapropriot.I am the girl that is bullied.People say I am weird.I say that in my world I am normal.Everything makes sense for me. I joke about stuff only two others in my class no,in my whole grade,knows about.I say I am female Johnny Ghost,female Gregory,female Jimmy Casket, Shadow,Sasha,and female Flame.People call me names.I wear clothes that Noone knows about.I try to hard to be normal like everyone else.I play the flute in band.I am horrible at playing the flute.I have sensitive hearing.I say I am part cat and dragon.I am a tomboy.I like the school lunch.I love to read. Yes,I am that girl.Abnormal2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
How unfortunate to be fortunate.I desperately want to complain- to complain about all of my troubles and problems and all the unfairness in life during this painful train wreck from childhood to adulthood.How unfortunate to be fortunate.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't let that whole "childhood to adulthood" phase you. I feel like most adults who hear that immediately think it's some "stupid kid, ruining his life, and doesn't know what they're talking about." That kids and teenagers know nothing just because they haven't been on planet earth long enough.
And you'd be right.
But that doesn't mean I have nothing to say, and that you can't find meaning in the strange words coming from such mentally mangled creatures.
Either way, this isn't for an adult, or in fact, anyone in particular.
I have A LOT on my mind, and a lot to ponder, it's sort of exhausting. I'm stressed out and depressed just because of the hormones racing everywhere at all times, something perfectly normal for my age, and these hormones are fooling with my emotions and making it difficult to put my thoughts in
GRIT Piece #2: The IntrovertThe introvert - a painting/drawing, of a woman encased in an ocean blue abyss sphere, reading a book by herself. Not far off is a ladder, in which she could leave her own world, and experience reality for what it really is. However, this individual chooses to stay, refraining from partaking in the world for what it is. An extrovert and an introvert see the world through entirely different lenses; an extrovert is outward, the world may appear as a rush, frantic, forward. What is a tree to them? Perhaps it is what it is. The extrovert’s world may be vibrant, active, constantly moving, sounds around, life is alive. The introvert drowns it out; all is cold, unseen, a fish afraid, moving through black murky waters. Lifeless, the world appears in front of them. Their imagination is all that lives, vivid and strong, washing away a dreary day. Alternatively, they may drench their dreary eyes and drown out their experiences. Dull and dead, frigid, still, until their mind moves it all likeGRIT Piece #2: The Introvert1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Auferstehung1000 Sonnenaufgänge habe ich schon gesehen,Auferstehung1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
1000 mal den Vollmond angeheult.
1000 Schlachten habe ich geschlagen, meine Rüstung ist zerschmettert.
1000 Lieben hatte ich, das Herz ist schon lange nicht mehr ganz.
1000 Wege bin ich bereits gelaufen, doch nie bin ich zuhause angekommen.
Freunde wurden Feinde, Feinde wurden zu Staub.
Die Zeit rennt weiter, nur ich stehe still.
Will doch nur schlafen, doch immer wieder reißt mich der Mond aus meinem Erdengrab.
Warum lasst ihr mich nicht schlafen?
her...Ella…her...2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Din me está haciendo mucha falta. No puedo evitar imaginarla estando a mi lado, la quiero mucho, aunque no sea una relación real, mis sentimientos son reales y duelen. A veces me pregunto si algún día será real, si algún día la podre ver, cara a cara, sentirla y abrazarla.
Me he sentido impotente. No puedo hacer nada más que escribir. Mi imaginación me supera, pero no supera la realidad. Lo curioso es que no vivo una realidad muy injusta como se vivía hace muchos años, y que se vive en solo muy pocos lugares del mundo. De hecho no tengo derecho a quejarme con mi vida. Tengo la mejor familia del mundo, me encantan mis amigos, no tengo problemas con nadie. No me falta ni casa, ni comida, ni estudio. Así que, qué derecho tengo de quejarme? Me quejo solo porque me hace falta una pieza que no necesito para tener una vida completa, Din...
No he tenido las fuerzas de decirle a nadie. Aunque para muchas personas sea s
Will you end your stay, dear friend?Are you my faithful companion? You come and go as you please, never giving notice of your calls. Your stays extend beyond what might be assumed polite and yet even when you’re gone the scent of you lingers on my things. I have a mind to call you rude, but then again you’re not obvious about your behaviour are you?Will you end your stay, dear friend?3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My faithful companion. You tire me. How much longer must we dance to your tune? I only wish to be left at peace and of sound mind but your demands will not cease. You weigh on me like the steadily growing mass of dust in my mattress, dulling the brilliance of the days.
You think you are my faithful companion. I dissent.
giving up godI embraced you as a child, i saw you in the beauty of the woman I loved. I heard you in the music that touched me. I saw your fingers burning with red and violet light as the sun crashed into the Gulf of Mexico. I felt your heart beating when I held my dying mother. The pulse, omnipresent, throbbing behind my hot wet eyes, pushing my temples outwards and slowing to a crawl inside her body, until it and you faded away. I lost you as soon as she let go of me. When her hands got cold all the sudden, when you decided my love didn’t matter anymore. When her body stopped heaving, her diaphragm collapsed and everything but the birds outside became absolutely still and utterly quiet. Her beautiful red lips went gray. Her smiles echoed inside me like sonar, trying so hard to seek out the life I fucking knew still lingered within all of this new darkness. Then my beautiful red heart went gray. I lost you that day. If god is everything and if god is love, then my mother was god.giving up god7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Just loveLove is never of one's choice nor is it of one's standards.....Love is just....well, love. It happens when it happens. It is without condition.Just love1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Broken Glass The artist worked day in and day out. His mosaic sat in pathetic triumph as he laid out the pieces depicting a beautiful future. Colors fought amongst each-other in beautiful harmony and the artist dreamed of how they would explode when the light of the sun finally touched them.Broken Glass1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"Here," said the artist looking back on a painting of his, "here I shall add a tree." and so he hurried off to find the right shards. His last painting had been so devoid of life. Surely he would not allow for the same folly to repeat itself. And so, the artist had a tree. "A rather strange place for a tree." proclaimed the critics as they mulled among themselves. "No matter," thought the artist as he continued his work, "for the mosaic is yet to be done."
The artist worked all through the night. Here, a different color; there, a different shape. The image was coming together. But as he looked closer he saw a flaw in a shard. It caught the light whe
MistakesThe reason why my mistakes hurt is that even though I may learn from them, I live the consequences regardless. There is nothing worse than feeling alone. Mistakes bring isolation (Whether real or imaginary, what does it matter?) and isolation brings depression.Mistakes1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I guess I give my love too freely. I get hurt because of it. But what would be the point of living in a world without love?
Morning! Darkness. Darkness because you are under your blanket, hiding from the monsters that come from the dark, just like a young child. You haven't really slept that night, more like daydreaming. You push back the blanket and gasp at ave. The morning just had woken, waking you too with it's bright light. But not that kind of light. The morning actually was foggy and rainy, just like you love it. Because foggy and rainy mornings reminder you of the summer, when you with your sister, 2 brothers and parents are going on vacation, meeting with relatives at your own country.Morning!3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You always are exited about that, making sure everything Is in your bag. toothbrushes, notebooks and pencils, your toys to sleep at night, Phone and camera chargers, money and some pillow if you may want to sleep at the long drive. You find your phone and camera, making sure their batteries are full and that camera has no photo`s from past so it will not fill the memory up and you ca
HousesWhen I was a young child, I was obsessed with drawing houses.Houses1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Perfectly square, triangle roofed homes with four evenly spaced windows and a wildly colored door. I don’t know why I was driven to draw only houses almost every single day, but occasionally I drew ghosts on the right with a huge tree, and sometimes on the left a terrifically large tornado. I was almost as obsessed with drawing the tornado as I was the house, and growing up in the heart of tornado alley certainly fueled my 6-year-old creativity. However, the determination for the house to always be the central focal point of all of my drawings was second nature. I still have notebooks from kindergarten filled completely with house after house, always the same house, and sometimes the tornado, ghosts, or other anomalies that my mind conjured.
These images, however child-like and meaningless they were to me at the time, now strike me as bold declarations of who I already was, and who I was to become.
I am the hous
You Hold The Key Yet The Door Is Wide OpenYou are perceived as how you present yourself.You Hold The Key Yet The Door Is Wide Open2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
you hold the key yet the door is wide open.
possibilities are endless;
dependent on your desires, needs, priorities;
and each motive or productivity is in you're hands,
whether it wise or vacuous in action.
self serve, sadden, distress,assist,
a reputation is easily kept.
an impression is easily controlled,
but a secret is almost always revealed.
so keep your lips sealed
and actions attentive.
its hard to hide within.
and no matter your deed and intentions
there are always possible consequences in the end.