El Leon y La OvejaMore Like This
En un lugar muy, muy lejano. Donde los animales Vivian como humanos, había un León solitario. Un león hermoso y grande, pero solitario. Y, aunque todos querían estar con él, y el León sabía eso, elegía sus compañías. Solo se rodeaba de la compañía de unos pocos, mientras que a otros les rechazaba y les trataba como desechos. Las chicas más guapas, los chicos más fuertes,
Los animales de ese lugar, vivían separados en dos grupos: los fuertes y los débiles. Por supuesto, el León vivía donde los animales fuertes. Pero en donde vivían los animales débiles, había una oveja, de pelaje blanco como la nieve, a la que todos rechazaban por sus gustos. Siempre hacia las cosas mal, la gustaban cosas "raras" y diferentes que a los demás y, como consecuencia de esto, desobedecía a sus mayores. También era muy inquieta y siempre había querido ir a la zona donde vivía
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.More Like This
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
Orange Tears "Well gee, sorry I'm not the perfect guy, Kate!" Princeton yelled. "I'm not the dreamy boy that every girl wants to go out with! I'm not the one to "fit in" but you can't seem to accept that! Stop suffocating me with all your stupid "rules" of being a good boyfriend! I can't take it anymore!"More Like This
Slamming the door behind him, Princeton wiped away the single tear from his cheek and lifted his hood over his head.
"You really screwed this one up" Kate mumbled to herself.
Kate desperately looked around for her boyfriend.
"Princeton." Kate started and ended in a whisper.
"Admit it Kate, you'll never find someone. You're too clingy, too obnoxious, too obsessed with monsters." Kate imitated her past boyfriends.
There was always something wrong with her. This time, she was too obsessed with having the perfect boyfriend. Kate looked up at the night sky and burst into tears.
"WHY?" Kate screamed.
"Why is it always me?" She crouched against the building behi
Sprint, My Darling, Like the Virus You AreEveryone hated her because she was perfect. Naturally. Perfect people aren't really people at all. Everyone shouted (under the pretense of a whisper) about her (nonexistent) flaws, about the reasons for their loathing (for which they had none). The perfect girl had friends, of course, but her friends abhorred her. She was an oxymoron.More Like This
Oxymorons are known to have paradoxical effects. So the perfect girl did and so every perfect person does. In the wake of her calmly controlled emotions were a swarming mass of individuals vacillating between their emotions of superiority and inferiority, confusion and clarity, envy and repulsion.
The perfect girl destroyed all she was around while simultaneously building it up. Every kind gesture had a polar reaction. Every feat poured derision and acid on the accomplishments of others. The perfect girl was plagued by her perfection.
She handled it perfectly, as she had to. She couldn't help create the plights she trigger