More Cruel than the Most Cruel Bully I try to close my eyes, pretend that I cannot see what the people around you are doing to you. Pretend that you were not looking at me with those watery, pleading eyes. Pretend that it was none of my business and that I was much too busy for you. I just stood where I was out of everyone else's sight. Though I knew you could see me from where you lay on the floor, an eye bruised and rib broken, I stood there. Too afraid to move a limb, to pick you up, stand up for you...too afraid to even run.More Cruel than the Most Cruel Bully1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
I just waited for the violence to end for the day before hurrying to bring you to the nurse's office when no other student was looking.
You never spoke to me when I brought you there, I did not expect you to. Reflected in your bruised eye was the person who beat you up until you were almost unable to walk.
But in the other eye was the person who let it all happen...the most cruel person at the scene.
It was me.
It was no shocker, just a little discouraging, that
The Oak and the ReedYou break when the weight of the world is thrown against you. You, the ancient oak who feared nothing, now fear the wind as it whistles through your leaves. Because when that wind gets angry that wind attacks you. It latches onto your every leaf, every branch, pulling you down. Even you cannot stand against the power of the north wind. Oh ancient oak! You fall to the ground your mighty branches cracking, your beautiful leaves withering, your proud roots flailing helplessly. You break; you die when faced with the world’s wrath. So you, the all powerful oak, the source of all wisdom, fear the malicious wind, fear the death it will bring. Despite your size, your iron grip, you still break when the weight of the world is thrown against you.The Oak and the Reed2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I do not break when the weight of the world is thrown against me. I, the fragile reed, who feared everything, now do not fear the wind as it whistles around me. Because when that wind gets angry it attacks me. It latches onto my every cell, pul
These Little Lies are my Greatest Sadness The future me may think that it was just a stupid half-lie I used to get away from training; to just go home and rest abit and forget about it. However, the present me would not seem to forgive myself, being the self conscious person I am. I found myself close to tears on the bus home just thinking about what my teammates would think of my constant muscle strains.These Little Lies are my Greatest Sadness2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
'I pulled a muscle during Phys Ed today,' I texted truthfully but I did not mention how minor it was, hoping that they would excuse me for that training again. This was not the first time I gave excuses but it was the first time I gave THAT excuse.
Everytime I wanted to skip something, I list the excuses I've already used and think up of a new reasonable one that had even the slightest bit of truth in it. I could never stand telling a full lie. However, today, after sending that text, taking a bus home, I even had the nerve to buy myself some ice cream before hitting the sack.
That night, I had a night
UntitledPuérile passion,Untitled3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Mon jardin combustible à sa flamme opportune
S’ embrase comme un fœtus de paille.
Son festin consumé,
Elle repart diffuser son essence,
Sans compassion pour l'indécence des cendres,
La fécalité de ses feux.
it's getting harder to sleep, even harder to wakeThe nightmares aren’t even nightmares. That is what makes them worse.it's getting harder to sleep, even harder to wake3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
He comes to me in the middle of the day with the sun shining on his back. I reach out to touch him, pull him close to me. He cups my cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing over the small line of my mouth. My fingers curl in his shirt, clinging like a newborn kitten. How I beg, face upturned, tears in my eyes, longing in every expression.
Sometimes he has no mercy, slipping his hands around my throat so tightly I can feel his nails digging into the back of my neck, prying the skin open at the seam. I do nothing then, gasp out a final breath, still clinging to his shirt.
Sometimes he just grins, all his teeth exposed, while I sob in front of him. He brushes my hair from my face with gentle strokes, leans down to kiss my cheek and whispers, “I’ll fucking kill you.” It doesn’t even frighten me. It should, I know. I should scream. I should fight. I should claw my way free from his grasp, run,
Otro poema de amorSiempre me muero un poco, solo un poco, pero ahora ya no, ya estoy heridaOtro poema de amor4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
en cada esquina de mi alma, y creo que eso es peor que estar herida físicamente
y quisiera que entendieras que aún entre todo este caos, ante la caída de mis muros
podría contar lo magnifico que eres, pero esta noche no me pidas ninguna referencia
no daré la peor, porque daré mi silencio y me marcharé con la vista hacía el suelo
porque es lo mejor que puedo dar ante mi desgracia, y no me refiero a ti,
me refiero a que mi mar de emociones se vaya a la desgracia
porque estoy siendo el peor ser humano en este momento,
queriéndote, queriendo a alguien que me enviar tantas señales
que al final yo termino por inventarme mis señales, porque al fin al cabo
tú me das todas las señales.
Ya me canse, estoy harta de estos ojos rojos, de darle importancia
a alguien que me hace sentir que yo le hago daño, cuando esa persona me hac
I Love YouWhen I was young and alone, I would tell tales of those who had loved and lost. I would ramble on about love, and passion, and the delicate workings of the human soul. When I was young and alone, I could tell you about the intricate lacings of the human heart as lyrically as any poet. I would weave stories of star crossed lovers from strings of forgotten truths. When I was young and alone, I would dream of the warm touch of a lover whose eyes saw only me. I would lie in bed for hours, squeezing my eyes tight so that the fantasies I had painted would never slip away. When I was young and alone, I was so very much alone in my infinite wisdom and my passionate rhyme. But now, as I lie in your arms, I have no deep insights to impart on this world. I have no words of wisdom to set sail upon the wind. Now, as I lie here in your arms, I no longer need to dream. For nothing I had ever conjured was ever as sweet as the brush of your cheek against mine, or the smell of your body as you pull me iI Love You4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Vocabulary LessonsI say “I love you” because sometimes I don't have any other words to describe who you are in my life.Vocabulary Lessons4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I say “I miss you” because nothing else seems to come close enough to how painful it is to feel you walk away from me.
I say “I'm sorry” because begging on my knees for forgiveness isn't enough.
I say “stay” because I want you to stay.
I write fiction
With no recognition.
But before I could do it, you had to open my eyes. Because before I could see the depth of other emotions, you had to open my eyes to love. And for once, I had to sit down, shut up, and listen.
Love is getting annoyed when you leave the toothpaste bottle open.
Love is letting your arm fall asleep and throb with numbness so that you don't disturb her sleep.
Love is pulling him closer, even when you can't tolerate him at that moment.
Love is arguing and bickering long enough till both of us stop our stubborn attitudes and come
Once MoreFrom where they keep meOnce More4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I can see the tops of trees.
They seem so strange from here
Where anywhere else would know them familiar.
The sky speaks of rain
And from the way the branches dance
I know a strong breeze does blow.
Birds dart past my window.
The only source of beautiful distraction in this barren place.
The weak light playing amongst the clouds
Seems to cast a tropical feeling
Even on this shadowed day.
As I watch the trees
Seemingly so close
In the distance
I can’t help but half madly think this forest
A rain forest.
Nay, a jungle!
A jungle does feed my cries for adventure.
It does capture and cultivate this madness
That is throbbing within my mind.
It is cool now.
The intense heat of the later summer is not yet upon us
And those coming in
Are wearing light coats.
It is a fine day indeed
Here in my tropical paradise.
I could see it
From beyond this maddening glass
These crystalline bars
All I ask
Wishing WellI feel you in my heart again.Wishing Well4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Or, rather, I feel the space where you used to live.
But no tears will fall for you.
Or for myself.
I’ve cried all that I have.
My wishing well has run dry.
But if I could make one last wish,
It would be for your happiness.
RegretThe hardest part is knowing I will never see you again.Regret4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The dead weight of my sinking heart that drops like a stone into my stomach at the thought of your face.
At the thought that your features are beginning to blur.
At the realization that I can’t quite hear your voice anymore.
At the knowledge that I’ll never hear it again.
The hardest part is knowing I’ll never see you again,
And I never got to say goodbye.
My pain for markiplier. updateSo i'm getting better my insomnia is gone i think ? i still get depression here and there.My pain for markiplier. update5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Uhhhhh i still watch some of his video's but not as much as i did before.
don't hate me but i unsubscribe and unfollowed him on youtube, twitter and tumblr sorry.
please don't kill me for that.
what else im sleepy it's 1:55 A.M my god.
i still have my lovely heartache.
wow i just looked up how to cure a heartache that's not going to help
shit man this sucks so much.
we should all start a google hangout and talk about mark
and his sexy face.
ok getting off topic anyway's getting better little by little
i have not done my homework in 2 weeks because of this fucking shit
but yeah we should all google or skype chat maybe i can help you and you're markiplier
problem but no one can help me i got this before but this.
this is new so fucking new it gave me depression.
so i'll gave another update when i'm not trying to cut my heart out. bye bye .
GhostsI need to stop falling in love with people who don’t exist anymore.Ghosts5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ghosts of the person you once were still haunt me. At night I can feel your finger trace the ridges of my spine. You’re the phantom limb I still believe is there.
Absolutely.I planned out my steps before you arrived.Absolutely.6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I went over them again, and again.
I imagined every movement, every dip, and twirl, and sway... A partnership older than humanity. A precious connection between two beings that I had only been able to dream of, before.
But I could only imagine. For a dance, my dear sir, is not practiced alone.
And as you looked into my eyes with an outstretched hand, I took it, as if to silently say, "Absolutely."
So whisk me away to a new life, turn my mind to a new perspective, let me live in a moment where song and life take control of my body. My mind. My soul.
Allow me to become a woman of sophistication. Completion. Royalty.
Allow me to follow as you lead, and move me to the music of the moment, and clasp your hands over mine, and hold me close, so I don't lose my balance. So I never miss a single step.
Allow my mind to wander to new dimensions, and allow my worries to run free as you move and sway with me under the stars.
For this dance, my
Wings ClippedI'm lostWings Clipped6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You turn to kiss me
Yet I feel so empty
You press, undress
My head so heavy
Between each breath
It's not you
Please don't take this wrongly
But I need a chance
To stop this choking
I was supposed to be big
Supposed to be great
Supposed to be brave
I'm right back where I started
At square one
I'm all regretting
I've let you down again
I've lost it all again
I was supposed to be big
The braver man
Instead I'm fleeing
You turn to kiss me
Yet I feel so empty
You press, undress
My heads grown so heavy
In my own
Peace Through Chaos Part 7 (END)Britannic quietly walked the halls of the HMHS Britannic as Emily R continued to shake. The ship only just hit a mine and the damage didn’t seem too bad but looks could be deceiving as she knew from experience. Britannic reached the bowels of the ship to see the hole created to the mine. Water was flooding in quickly as watertight doors shut. Unfortunately the door between boiler rooms 6 and 5 couldn’t close for some odd reason so now 6 water tight compartments were filling with water. She sighed with relief knowing Britannic would survive but just barely. She smiled as she continued to survey the damage when her heart dropped. Water was starting to fill another compartment. “HOW?! THERE’S NO DAMAGE HERE!” She shouted in disbelief. “If this continued the ship will sink!” She raced back upstairs and found the source of the water leaking in; A bunch of open portholes… They were opened just to air out the wards. It seemed like a goodPeace Through Chaos Part 7 (END)7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Vent : Understand MeSo what if I’m a little different?Vent : Understand Me8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I see things unlike the rest.
You and your ways are absolutely worthless to me and my efforts.
You always shove things into my face and expect me to understand when I don’t.
I need your criticism.
I need your feedback.
I need your opinion.
I value that in practice.
That’s what makes me better.
That’s how to improve.
I remember when I used to have someone who understood in a way like me.
He taught me to comprehend everything.
He showed me, too.
I think you’ve set your expectations way too high for me.
You blame me for not understanding.
The feeling is mutual.
It’s not only myself misunderstanding you, but you not understanding me.
Please give my new YouTube channel a look! :DHey, if everyone wouldn't mind, could you all please go and check out my new YouTube channel, I felt I wanted a fresh start on YouTube, and it would mean alot if you guys would just have a look and subscribe if you would like to. I will be posting an unlimited variety of videos for everyonePlease give my new YouTube channel a look! :D9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Could you also please watch my first video, and don't worry they will be alot more interesting, this is just an introduction to me and one of the collection of work areas i'm in at the moment. Thanks everyone
Just Venting"Are you alright?"Just Venting9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Wow, you're good. Why aren't you in honors?"
Because I know I'll fail.
"Hello? ...You okay?"
"Wow, I didn't mean it. It was a fucking joke...Hello? Hey, I said I'm sorry."
"You don't appreciate anything."
"You're so lazy."
"Wow, what's got you in such a pissy mood?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"...Over a month."
"When was the last time you talked to him?"
"And that boy you talked about, you're still with him?"
"He cheated on me."
"You don't trust many people, do you?"
"I trust far more than I should."
"For someone with all these problems, you sure do smile a lot."
Querido DiarioQuerido Diario10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Querido Diario 4"
Querido Diario, fue un día muy triste ya que adoptaron a Christopher hoy, me sentí muy mal por dejar ir a mi hermano menor en manos de un desconocido pero la señorita que se lo llevo dijo que lo iba a querer como su hijo de verdad y que lo traería para que pudiera verlo, eso me tranquilizó pero aún siento que una parte de mi ha desaparecido y no culpo a esa señorita de nada, hasta me alegre cuando vi a Chris reír y decirme que no importara lo que pase siempre iba a estar junto a mi en mi corazón.
Querido Diario, han pasado tres semanas desde que ya no esta Chris y sigo algo triste, acepte el irme con aquella maga que conocí, en realidad mi miedo de no ir con ella era de abandonar a mi hermano en irme pero como no esta ahora aquí decidí hacerlo. He aprendido como controlar lo que hago muy bien, algunas veces me es difícil creer que esto es cierto
A First LoveI was.... broken. In... in what you would call a dark state. Always using forced smiles and laughter, always acting as if I was truly happy. And then you came along. And let's just say you changed everything. You made me not only want to be happy but be actually happy too. You were the one person that I couldn't help but smile about. Someone I always felt giddy about but comfortable with too. You're the only person that I really care about. I think about it and realize that I'd do anything for you. Even with complications in the way, you still listen. You still care. And I try my best to do the same. I know that we're still young and that there's a whole different world out there but I feel... I feel as if- as if you complete me. As I said... I know. I know we're young. This is a first for the two of us. And we both agreed that love was the strongest word out there... I honestly don't know if your reading this, but I- I feel strongly about you. And others may call it puppy love but I kA First Love11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
if someone loves yousome boys will tell you that they love you, while breathing another name under their breath. then it’s like they’re not really lying to either of you, or any of us at all, but we know they harbor untruths in their backpocket like spare change after the diner.if someone loves you11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
my momma said a boy will never hit you if he loves you. and if he does hit you, he’ll do it again, no matter how many “i’m sorry” and “i love you” and “it won’t happen again“‘s will spill out of his mouth in haste. you will remember those words a month later as his fist connects with your face and the world goes sideways like on that bamboozler ride at world’s of fun that you love and hate all at once.
my momma forgot to mention though, how a boy can still hit you without ever using his fists, and that there are ways to bruise a person without ever once laying a hand on them. for eleven months i became an apple at the grocery store that’d rolled al