The Real YouDay after day, you busy yourself with things that you enjoy, hobbies that make you content, spend time with people who make you laugh. Your friends see you smile and love the sunshine it brings to them, and you yourself are glad you could give them happiness. They see you as someone to turn to when they need to be reminded that life isn't so bad, that there is a way to express joy through the hard times, and they thank you for helping them, even though it seems like you were doing nothing but being yourself. But it was being yourself that spread those smiles to others, wasn't it? A chain reaction caused by the simple act of your own face preforming the ever so contagious grin. They see you as carefree, jubilant, energetic, and nothing seems to bother you. You love when people tell you you've made them smile, and it makes you smile, glad to know that you brought them happiness.The Real You2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Then you remember who you really are. You remember that they've never seen the real you. You remember that the
sadness when my mind is unmappedsadness.sadness when my mind is unmapped1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
when my mind
continuos plans and goals
people and noise
a well designed team
but my mapped mind
is peace to me
DeviantArt the beneficiary
of a life long collaboration
of mind mappers
are you under it?
or, is it under you.
it is coming.
surrender your beliefs
open your mind
is the idea
Dear Ex,My heart overflows with gratitude to you for the wonderful way that you've been treating me since our breakup. The past months have been truly enlightening, and the gifts that you have given to me have warmed my heart, strengthened my spirit, and broadened my mind.Dear Ex,2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
First, I must thank you for ignoring me, especially for passing me straight on the street, staring at your shoes as if you hadn't seen me there, even though I had been walking so close to you that our shoulders would have bumped each other, had there been only a foot's less distance between us. The time without you has forced me to reach within myself for the companionship and encouragement that I needed to press on. It has proved to me that you weren't as much as I had made you out to be, and enabled me to learn to carry on without you. You taught me a lot about putting others before myself, versus knowing when to put myself before others.
Secondly, I am grateful for your petty arguments, demanding my attention while
Just what is sexist? Really.Does anyone really know the definition? I mean i only ask because to a certain type of people Everything is sexist.Just what is sexist? Really.21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Yes. Its no secret that i can't stand anyone who will identify themselves as a Radical feminist. Why? A bad run in with one who was convinced i was a sexist because I'm a guy.
Oh and coincidentally anyone who said they were a radical also thought i was a sexist. I didn't even know why.
I was confused until i questioned what is sexism. It was only then it occurred to me that they were sexist.
And then i pushed them out of my mind. Ironically though it took them to give me an idea of what i shouldn't be.
And yes as you can tell that stuck with me. Someone could think I'm something without even knowing me.
If they had gotten to know me they would have known that I fight for all equality.
and I'm only against stupid people.
But lets get to sexism shall we?
When you hear domestic abuse what do you think of.
Yes that's ri
ComfortsComfort can be obtained from small things, a sweater of a father perhaps.Comforts2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It can be taken from hugs, physical contact and warmth.
I found comfort in her ring. She let me borrow it, for a day or so, but that is where I found comfort when I couldn't get it from her directly. It reminded me of her, not just because it was hers but because of the traits it bore.
It was metal, rather strong. It didn't bend under light pressure like wire would or other rings I've had have done. On the inside, it appeared dark, but when I shifted the light it showed the true spectrum of colours it held. On the outside was depictions of skulls and cross bones, placed over a dulled steel band. It made the ring seem tough on the outside, and the stainless steel made it seem as if nothing could harm it.
That's how she is. Strong, dangerous, with a dark spirit. That was a bit of a rouse, I've seen her true colours, heard her voices, listened to her fears. Her ring reminded me of her, and it made me want to keep it
Lost, Trapped, ConfusedAlways, I’ve wondered what it feels like to grieve for something lost. To love, and be in a relationship, and what it means to feel sorrow with the tears falling down your face. I wish to communicate; to express my thoughts and get feedback on them, that is though, if I actually knew what was going on in my mind. Always I am wrought with rage, frustration, and confusion over my inability to socialise and do things that a normal person can do. I feel like an alien in a foreign world even though that alien is my human self and the foreign world, Earth.Lost, Trapped, Confused14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It is a curse to have Asperger’s or any form of Autism for that matter, being born without some of the integral programming designed to make like so much easier. Neuro-typicals will never know of my plight. To them I’m weird. Different. A freak of nature. I care not for my higher intelligence, absurd logic, and heightened senses. I would trade all of them to experience even a single day where I don’t get ridi
Inner Grells' short stories compilation. A kissInner Grells' short stories compilation. 17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
He kissed me. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces and remained connected and immobile for a brief moment. Now I understand the meaning of locking lips in a kiss. Then he pulled away and I stayed right there, with my eyes closed and the feel of his warmth still on my lips. After several moments I opened my eyes. The world swam. He was looking at me with an aloof sort of a smirk, while I was having trouble keeping my balance. I wonder how I looked from the side. Confused? Out of it?
"You happy now?" Sarcastic.
I tried to think of what to say. Gotta make him laugh. Gotta come up with something witty. Or maybe pout and demand a real kiss? While one part of my mind was occupied with these thoughts, another part honestly reflected on the question: Am I happy? YES. The realization washed over me like a warm wave: I'm happy. He kissed me. Right here, right now, I'm happy.
"Yes," I answered truthfully. I could feel a smile spread on my f
That 'she'Hatred.That 'she'2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
That's all she can sense around her as she walks along the street. They're glaring at her as if she was nothing but a disgusting rubbish. They're calling her by hurtful names, insulting her, putting her down. They are spitting at her, hitting her without reason.
And yet, she goes on walking as if nothing was happening. Their words seem to be like water on a duck's back.
Her tears has been flooding her face every evening, but no one has ever seen them. She's wearing scars, but they can't see them either, because they're hidden under her clothes. Her heart is broken but no one knows it because she seems so confident, walking with her head high, ignoring their words even though they hurt her.
But what they don't know is that when she's alone, she keeps wondering: “Why? Why is everyone acting like that with me? What have I done?”, and that she keeps blaming herself while she's innocent. She thinks she can't do anything right, and she shouldn't have been born.
Happy Birthday No amount of words in poetry or prose can describe my feelings about you, although I keep collecting the words I feel do the best job at it.Happy Birthday3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I sleep with my window open at night, no matter the temperature, because my parents took my air-conditioner out and now the hum of that old machine does not play in my dreams anymore- I have to replace that with the sounds of the trees rustling outside. My little dog has always provided the warmth I need to survive, but I never knew I would find a greater heat inside my heart whenever I am with you.
A year ago, I was in love with two boys who both disappointed me, yet I could not get them out of my head. It is funny to think a preacher’s son would be making out with a girl three times his size in the hallway, but your brother’s behavior has always been bizarre. So far, you have amazed me by not being a typical teenage boy. You don
No tengo ganasPor esto no tengo novio:No tengo ganas3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
No tengo ganas de pensar en alguien todo el día.
No tengo ganas de enojarme con alguien porque no me contesta los mensajes.
No tengo ganas de encelarme.
No tengo ganas de privarme de cosas por alguien.
No tengo ganas de dejar amistades.
No tengo ganas de tener tiempo para una persona.
No tengo ganas de ser cursi.
No tengo ganas de dar explicaciones.
No tengo ganas de llorar por una pelea.
No tengo las más mínimas ganas de enamorarme
i wanti don’t know what to write here. that i miss you? that it’s not okay and i want your arms around me? i want the smell of you and your hands on my ears, tangled up in my hair. i want you sleeping and peaceful, fingers like butterfly wings on my spine.i want9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
i want your car, you and me and highways. i want the night pressed against us and the air thick with sufjan stevens and your voice.
i want your grandmother’s house and bumping hips in that tiny kitchen, your queen size bed and cool sheets, sprawling on the carpet in bare legs and baggy t-shirts, rug burn on the backs of my knees.
i want kissing in your parent’s half-finished basement, your mother asking my opinion of her hair and you shuffling awkwardly in the kitchen. i want curling up with you on a tiny couch, half-listening to movies with dust on my feet.
i forgot how you smelled and it’s killing me.
The Importance of NamesNames have many different purposes but its main reason for existence is to identify something, be it living, dead, inanimate, or a phrase or term. To me, names are this but hey are also a label or a burden. At birth, I was given my birth name. Later in my life I was given a nickname. Upon discovering my love for writing fiction I created alias who has both a birth name, a nickname, and a title. I also have another name, one that is both a gift and a curse; Asperger’s.The Importance of Names13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Now some may say, “Really? Who cares, just build a bridge and get over it.” But that’s just it. I can’t. Asperger’s is a mild form of Autism. You are born with it, you die with it; there is no cure. It enhances your creativity, memory, your intelligence, and your senses but at a price. You have difficulty identifying and understanding social conventions, emotions, body language, inflections of tone, and a number of other things. You were born without these traits and need routine, order
The RightI don’t have the right to cry, to feel sad, for she has it worse. A loss that is quickly approaching her family. She’s leaving…for good. It hurts my heart to think of it, but I don’t have the right. She ended our relationship…because she was leaving. Tears brimmed my eyes, my throat started to close, just from the thought that I wouldn’t see her again. She said she’d try to keep in touch…but she knows she most likely won’t. I don’t have the right to cry, for she has it worse. A cancer is stealing away her parent…that’s why she left. I wanted to comfort her, to be there for her…and I tried…though I wasn’t sure if it was working. Yet, that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want my comfort, she wanted to be home. I understood her reasoning, but still, it hurts. I would always wish to the stars that we’d stay together for as long as possible. I didn’t realize that it wouldThe Right1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
The Call of the SeaThe Call of the Sea2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolls and rolls and calls to me. Come in, it says, come in.”
When I tried to read Sharon Creech’s The Wanderer in sixth grade, those three lines seemed cheesy. A lame way to start a novel, even a children’s novel.
Boring rhyme scheme, if in fact it had one at all. Not enough imagery, not enough feeling. Like a nursery rhyme.
I still think that maybe it doesn’t quite capture the ocean, but I’ve been writing my whole life and I’ve discovered that it’s nearly impossible to take the crashing waves, the chaos and beauty and rawness of the ocean and write it all down onto a sheet of paper. No one can capture the call of the sea. No one can capture perfection.
I crave the peace and solitude I find at the ocean, crave to feel the cold embrace of the waves, to become a part of the foam. And maybe that’s why so many people want a sailor’s burial, or their ashes scattered on the beach
Once it starts, it never stops....Once it starts, it never stops..........Once it starts, it never stops....3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
To Those Hurting :) Hey, guys! ^w^To Those Hurting :)2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So, as of today – I am three weeks clean!
I’m so happy. I honestly never thought I would make it this far. The longest I’ve gone without cutting until today is a little over a week (11 days).
However, I’m not here to brag. I’m here to share a few kind words to those hurting like I was.
First: You’re not worthless. I know that sounds like the bullshit everyone says – but it’s true. You have some value – even to those you think want you dead. There would be an emptiness in their lives if you disappeared. I promise. You need to believe that they are wrong, because they are. You’re not fat – you’re YOU. Not anyone else. Some people just are that way – YOU are just that way. There’s no helping it. I’ll tell you right now you’re going to be judged no matter what you do. So, you might as well be happy. That applies to all labels –liar,
The Demise of an Academically Successful StudentApparently, I used to get almost full marks in English. Every single exam and writing assignment, the highest mark in class. But now, I don't know what happened, my teacher just bleakly told me, "I expected way better from you", as I was handed back my corrected first draft of the moderation essays. Of course, being the sensitive person that I am, I was thrown into a state of great shock and trauma due to that. I do not know what to say. It's almost as if I don't know if I have the power to write anymore.The Demise of an Academically Successful Student6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I cannot pick up a pen and write again. I cannot express my ideas in the creative, flowing way I always do....I cannot even write down a proper analysis sentence. Honestly, I can't even understand a basic poem again. I've been thrown into a never-ending world of language medleys and I became a huge mess of unfinished letters.
Looking back at my previous essays, I cannot help but wonder how I used to accomplish great feats, and now I can barely do a basic task!
It is disappointing, thi
GameWorld Bio: Game Beast TribesBioGameWorld Bio: Game Beast Tribes8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Game Beasts Are Ancient Beasts That Live Along Side The Gamer Form Fours They Are Based
Off The Animals Of Earth They Still Live Today There Are Two Types Game Beasts And The
Legend Beasts Which Is One Beast Of A Tribe
List Of Types:
Polar Bear Beast Tribe:
Some Members: Hannahbell, MJ, Emily
Village: Ice Kingdom In Rotor's Iceland
Hippo Beast Tribe
Some Members: HannahDlion
Village: Rock Village
Shark Beast Tribe
Village: Underwater City
Bat Beast Tribe
Village: Cave In Mt. Game
Grizzly Bear Beast Tribe
Village: Dark Woods Village In The Great Forest
Panda Bear Beast Tribe
Village: Bamboo Forest Village
T-Rex Beast Tribe
Village: The Past Go By Time Machine
Spider Beast Tribe
Village: Web Woods
Whale Beast Tribe
Village: Same As The Sharks
Seal Beast Tribe
Village: Same As The Polar Bears
Gamer Form Fours
Look At The Bio
Walrus Beast Tribe
Village: Same As The Seals And Polar Bears
Members: Rotor And Dawn
How Are You?Hello Stranger,How Are You?15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Yes, I am talking to you,
No, Don't ask me How I Am.
That's just pleasantries,
A blank canvas.
If you really want to know,
Let me paint it for you.
I'm more layered than a collage,
I have more secrets than Da vinci's masterpieces.
My morals are more blurred than watery acrylic paint on a cotton duck canvas.
My life is not of my own design.
I am created by outside influences,
I can see the judgment in their eyes as they stare at my brushwork and features,
Their scrutinising gaze as they try to peer into my lack of soul.
I will never be good enough.
I have faults, I know they are there,
I know they see them too.
That's why I wear a mask,
Not for my sake,
But for yours.
Yes, That's right,
So you don't have to see my nasties,
Only my fake beauty,
Which I make you believe is real.
I don't believe I'm beautiful,
Therefore I am not.
I'm a ruined canvas.
Not even worth a glance.
The next time you ask me H
Shower thoughts. "And if I did like you that way, how would that make you feel?"Shower thoughts. 1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"That'd make me really happy."
His smile was as compressed as a mint.
Already finding out how he would exactly fuck me over.
I should had ran.
Last LifeThis is the first sign hereLast Life1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
This the first sign again
Watch as it disappears
I know the last love
Last love will pull me in
This is the second sign here
This the second sign again
Why does it feel like hate
As if the last love
The last love slowly closing
This is the last life here
This is the last love again
Watch as I disappears
I don't know last love
The empty mind with those I left behind
No.Vengo a preguntarme.No.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
¿Se acordará de mí?
No sé si yo me recordaría.
No, creo que no.
Esto podría ser cualquier parte.
Podrías ser cualquiera.
Dije que sería la última. ¿Podré cumplir mi palabra?
Tal vez no.
Hola, ¿me recuerdas?
La respuesta siempre es no.
No, seguro que no.
Te echo de menos
como nunca me odió nadie.
He llorado, digo. Por echar de menos, porque el echar de menos me ha roto
las tripas, cuanto creí que quedaba.
Pero ahora no.
Ahora tengo este echar de menos latiendo donde
debería haber un corazón.
Sería más sano apuñalarme con el boli
Difficult decisionDifficult decisionDifficult decision1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
It was the day he was born and he already got a gift. It was a sweater. He got it from his beloved grandma. It was a nice sweater I suppose and she even made it all by herself, so he wore it since that precious day!
At first the boy loved that sweater! It was warm, comfortable and it made him feel safe and loved. But as the time went and the boy got older, the sweater wasn’t what it used to be anymore… it was itchy and uncomfortable. And the boy started to hate it!
He hated it even more when he saw how other people’s sweaters made the feel so warm and cozy! “Why?” he asked himself many times. He tried, oh, he tried to like it… but it was no use… he just couldn’t. “Can’t take it anymore, I can’t stand this any longer”.
He decided to throw it away, actually he wanted to do it long time ago, but every time he tried, he couldn’t get the sad face of his nana out of his mind.
Hello again: Memories of Goodbye-Part twoNever ForgottenHello again: Memories of Goodbye-Part two2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Her eyes burned in my soul. It was the only thing to I couldn't forget about her. They hunted me day and night, like the sweet melody of a song stuck in my head. Even her smile drifted in and out of my thought on a warm sunny day. I was like she knows when she beginnings to fade from my memories. Like she knew when she is being forgotten. Becoming a part of my past and not my future. She knows she always knows and only thing she wanted was to be remembered. By one or all but never none at all.