SayanoraDon't you dare shed another tear,
I don't want to hear another word from you, "dear".
Spare me from another one of your lies,
I'm seeing you from all new eyes.
You and me,
we weren't meant to be.
From the beginning,
all you did was hide behind your falsehoods,
I could never tell when a truth was told,
but my heart was yours to hold.
Life goes on,
But you're never winning me back,
when all you do is attack.
Don't accuse me of not caring,
don't accuse me of not being there,
and don't accuse me of breaking your heart.
I never set out to hurt you,
but it seemed like you did.
You changed me,
and I feel worse now
than I ever did.
And because of that,
I have to go.
I have a life to get back.
stay out of my life...
LT - July BloomsCAUTION Like most of my more drabbly prose, this was written after midnight and is completely unbeta-ed. Dont say you werent warned.LT - July Blooms8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The park? Why would we want to show Sportacus and Stephanie a boring bunch of green stuff?
Youre only saying that because you want to drag them all around your fathers stupid bank.
Its not stupid! And its MY bank, anyway.
Stephanie looked from one combatant to the other, a frown slightly crinkling her forehead.
I thought you said you were all friends, she murmured to Pixel.
The boy responded with a warm, reassuring smile, and Stephanie felt herself ease up a little. Aw, Stingy and Trixie bicker all the time. I think its their way of showing that they like each other.
Why on earth would you fight with someone that you like? She pondered.
Pixel shrugged, before turning to the two of them with a hint of mischief in his expressio
LT - Crushing acknowledgmentI suppose, at first, it was simply a case of bare lust. The men in this town are reknowned for their dumpiness, bland ployester-centric dress sense and excruciatingly suburban auras. I could so easily wax lyrical about bronzed Nordic demigods with scrumptious broad shoulders and quirky smiles, because that is exactly what flipped my way. I knew right from the offset that I wasnt in with a chance: not only was he out of my league in the courtship pecking order, but he gave the very definite impression of being into skirts. The first few points of resentment were very quickly chalked up. (I suppose its quite sad, really, that my starved libido would jump up at the first glimpse of a desirable mate. Ive since been wrestling with the damned thing, trying to beat it back down to its earlier torpor.)LT - Crushing acknowledgment7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
So, he was just another braindead, lamentably yummy jock. Perhaps he was a somewhat unusual specimen of the breed his posse consisting of grubby, bouncy rugrats was certa
NOT COLDI was running down the stairs, when I bumped against this familiar stranger. I said sorry, but all I got was a cold glare. Who does he think he is? I said sorry. Oh, never mind.NOT COLD5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Hurry! Next class is about to start and it's on the other side of the campus!" Jenna yelled bitchily in her high-pitched annoying voice.
"Coming!" I exclaimed, as I rushed down faster. Jenna's a friend. Well, almost. We have four classes together so we kind of walk together to next classes. "Who's that guy again? In history class, the quiet one who aced the test earlier?"
There it goes again, that glued smile and the waves to everyone we pass by. Is she running for council president or something? Haven't heard of that. "You talking to me?" she said and continues the waving thing.
"Uh, yeah. Who else?"
"What was that again?" she asked as she tilted her head.
"I said who was that "
"Oh, hi Jenn and what was your name again?" this Clark guy just popped out of nowhere and barged in.
LT - HappySportacus knew that look. That was the Robbie-is-very-quickly-losing-patience-with-me look.LT - Happy6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The sports hero was currently kneeling in the middle of the road, surrounded by a messy pile of paper bags and boxes. The items once contained in them were spilled haphazardly across the ground. His muted apologies to the taller man were drowned out by the livid declaration that he was the klutziest blue kangaroo in the world. As he tried to gather all the objects back into their receptacles, those angry grey-green eyes just seemed to bore into poor Sportacus more keenly.
Robbie had been away for the weekend, travelling into the city for what he claimed to be important villains business. Judging from the massive haul of shopping he had brought back with him, Sportacus guessed that villains business was mostly retail therapy. Funnily enough, the elf had missed him Lazytown always seemed less colourful without his eccentricies and bizarre inventions aroun
Sleeping Disorder"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?"Sleeping Disorder5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Yes, that's because I'm never awake."
Just a little message.You can’t tell me who I am.Just a little message.2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You can’t tell me what I am.
You can’t tell me who to love.
You can’t tell me who to befriend.
You can’t tell me who I can hang out with.
Your standards do not fit me, and I do not fit them.
You insist that you know me, yet you know nothing.
You call me disgusting for who I want to be with.
You call me wrong for who I call friend.
You feel sorry for me for what I believe is right.
But you are the one who is wrong.
I am not gay.
I am not straight.
I am not boy.
I am not girl.
I am not black.
I am not white.
I am human.
And I will not change.
To AutumnThe smell of woodsmoke and hot food weaves through the chill. A sea of babbling voices bobs under a massive orange sky dappled with clouds. They sop up the last colours of the day like feathery white sponges. It is November, and the town fête pushes on into the night.To Autumn6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Shade, flecked with fairy lights, sparklers and bonfires. He catches the distant boom of pop songs over amplifiers as his vapourous breath unfurls before him. He has always been so skillful at eavesdropping, but there is no joy in the practice tonight. Jersey-clad country folk pass in front of him, rattling off complaints as they devour their sausage sandwiches. Mortgages, PTA meetings, insolent shop clerks. Their bratty larvae scamper and squeal about their feet.
The stalls sag under the weight of Autumnal, harvest-time parephenalia. Baskets of root vegetables, reddened maple leaves. He scoffs at the thought that all this imagery stops short of the reaper, his scythe and scavenging ravens. There never seems to be a
Definition of DepressionEver felt so sad that you feel like screaming and crying until your lungs and your very exsistance disintegrated, but you can't so you have to keep it in. It feels like a ton of bricks resting in your chest crushing the breath out of you. It sucks. Bad. You wanna tell someone about it but you feel awkward and feel like it's revealing a weakness like an open wound. You don't really know what to do anymore to cool off, you feel angry at yourself for being a wimp about it, you feel crushed by it's intensity, yet you're angry at yourself because you should be used to it by now. You start getting mood swings everywhere at random times of the day that makes things worse, you get worried you'll blow up at someone, you try very hard to convince yourself people have it worse and have their own problems which are probably ten times worse than yours and stop being an emo about it and grow up but somehow that only makes things worse. You want to tell a guardian or an adult or a parent but they wouDefinition of Depression5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
True LoveTrue Love is not something that can be defined in a sentence. It is as strapping as much as it is unconditional, comforting as it is reassuring, powerful as it is everlasting, and anything but superficial. It is simply wonderful. Supposedly, the best things in life are free; if only that were true. True Love takes sacrifice, persistence, and patience caring and endurance most of all, acceptance. To want the best for someone, to be there when you are needed, and to give anything towards what you believe in takes all. It is not true when it is not genuine. I say this to all women and men. To truly love is to give your heart, your spirit, and your soul into what you believe to be worth what it takes to make the pain worth the pleasure. True Love is above and beyond measure. True Love is genuine. True Love is divine. True Love is yours and True Love is mine.True Love7 years ago in Scraps More Like This