it makes me laugh
knowing that if you even LOOKED at the path of PAIN i've gone down
you would berst crying at the site.
whispers and lies behind me . . .
say it to my face . . .
try, i dare you
scared of lil ol me?
. . . pathetic
you think you could even TRY to hurt me ?
nothing you say could even reach me
throwing your words of hate ?
even if you threw them as hard as you can
they won't come close.
. . .
" i pity you "
. . .
how would you react to thes word of mine ?
. . . dosen't mater,
what you tell me hasns't matterd in a long time.
i actually want to thank you
your the reason i'm ME
. . .
to have to try to climb up by knocking others down?
well, like i said
pathetic . . . and pity
i thank you.
. . .
but, i promise you
try to knock me down again?
and i WILL FIGHT.
because i AM stronger than you.
. . .
and i always have been.
I am - I do - I know1. I am afraid . . . but of what?More Like This
2. I am silently hated, but there not good at hiding it.
3. I am alone, even though there’s always people with me.
4. I do force laughter . . . every day.
5. I do have “friends” , but only a few that understand.
6. I do wear a mask, on the front is written in big red letters “fake”
7. I do fake smiles . . . I perfected it at the age of 5 . . .
8. I know im broken . . . no, . . . shattered.
9. I know im quiet . . . but im also loud.
10. I know I can sing well . . . but its only another way to send hints on who I
really am, but no one picks up on them.
11. I know people think im weak.
12. . . . I am strong.
Blood Thorn roseI . . . I am a red bud.More Like This
Young, fragile, tainted in the blood of thee innocent.
I have caged my self in thorns.
Protecting . . . from those who could hurt this old soul.
I cage myself for fear of being hurt . . . I don't want her to be afraid.
When she cries . . . It pains me.
But no matter how much I want to protect her . . . I know I have to open the blood thorn cage to bloom.
But by opening the cage, I could crack . . . Break
But I don't want to burden her with something so hard to fix.
Because . . . I am only her HEART . . . In a cage.
The Art BirdSome people don't think the arts are important . . . i will NEVER understand them.More Like This
If i could imagine the arts as a physical figure . . . it would be a bird, The bird who inspires poetry, books, the bird who sings for you, who inspires you to dance!
When people take away the arts . . . they've taken the bird, clipped it's wings and tossed it in a locked cage.
The artist mourn for the bird, knowing their unable to set it free . . . to let it inspire them . . .
All people . . . every person has an art bird, if you're in a place that never lets you see your art bird, the bird will be forever trapped in a dark part of you.
But, some people never put there bird in a cage . . . but wore them proudly on there sholder, carried it around for everyone to see,
those are the people who try to unlock the other art birds . . . to set them free.
so that they can walk in stride, . . . with their beautiful . . . art bird.
Love illusionsometimes, when I close my eyes, I think your just an illusion my mind made to fill the empty hole in my heart that is love.More Like This
But . . . when I open my eyes to you tenderly kissing away my tears . . . I can't help wonder why, why you love me so much.
and why . . . when I close my eyes my mind fluids with images of your smile, of you gently holding me . . . as if I was a flower, and you were scared that if you held me to titley . . . I would break.
And as you whisper sweet words of love to me while i fall asleep, my only fear is that when i wake up . . . i wont have somebody to love me as endlessly as i love them.
My story of being bulliedMy story of being bulliedMore Like This
Well . . . I decided at yes 3:01 in the morning that I would kind-a vent.
So im going to tell you one of the moments I think affected me.
What started my “mask”
The making of my first layer if you will.
I was in kinder garden: I didn’t have any friends . . . not one.
I remember one of the boy’s in particular didn’t like me very much -or at all for that fact-
. . .
Well, in the middle of the school year I remember he started to be mean to me.
This was a little surprising to me; he didn’t like me -not that anyone did-But he just sent me glares from afar and hated me from distens.
He first started too verbally salt me, then it turned into throwing thing at me. Like sticks or little rocks.
But . . . one day I remember very clearly . . .
He punched me in the stomach . . . and he was a year and a half older then me.
He did this every day till the end of the year.
I remember when he used to come at me, I would keep walking awa
2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale2P-GermanyxReader (with Poland)More Like This
Crap, you were back in the future, with Lutz and Felix. How the hell where you going to explain this?!
"WHAT IS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" Felix squealed, jumping of the bed, he picked up your laptop.
"Nothing! Put it down!" you hissed, looking towards the door.
You heard footsteps, "Is everything okay?"
"Yup, uh, Iggy just threw up." The little cat glared, from his spot on your dresser. You had thought that he had gone missing half way though the year in WWII Germany. Apaerently he had just been sent back before you.
"Well make sure you clean it up." You listened as she walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned back to the duo.
"Vell, vell ,vell. Who knew zat leibe had stuff like zis." Lutz was holding a black lace bra, smirking like an idiot.
"Give me that!" you hissed, snatching it away.
Leave it to him to find the underwear drawer in fifty seconds of ente
some new year inspiration!Wishing a very happy and fulfilling New Year to you all - can't believe it's 2014 already!More Like This
I had a top-notch night and am now snuggled up curing my hangover with Adventure Time.
inspiration for the new year
Every year, many of us make Resolutions or say 'New year, new me!': then get to the end and realise we didn't stick to them for long, or at all, and nothing's really changed. Often this is because the goals are too big to complete in a year, they're too specific, we don't consciously work on them, or other things get in the way!
I want to promote a different kind of thinking. Don't aim to change loads of things about yourself: a new year isn't a call to become a different person, it's an opportunity to resolve to become an even better version of you. One that is more self-confident, more focussed on what you want to achieve, and more fulfilled by what you love doing! The ultimate goal is to end the year feeling
Dear Poetry,I am trying to cover my sadness with words.More Like This
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers, & past lovers.
We are the perfect poster children for
battered homes, aren't we poetry?
The dysfunctional couple
black-eyed and angry love.
You can't protect me from myself forever.
amicizia.Your gentle stares and silly yet shy nature made this tiny town a bit more comforting.More Like This
I know I can be bratty and needy but please do not leave me like the birds that fly to morning skies in search of a new beginning. I need your affection, save me from the dark clouds that consist of my mind.
I know I might travel far away someday & goodbyes are always the hardest. Your tears fill my lonely eyes with tiny glares. I love you friend, I know I casted the anchors away after rainy storms, but I'll keep those moments close to my heart, besides you've always known what a 'crybaby' I am but you are one as well so that makes us even.
Terrible Jokes - Dean x Reader"What the?" He stared at the note through sleep-filled eyes.More Like This
The yellow post-it had been stuck onto the coffee maker for all to see. He had found around three of them since he had woken up. And every single one of them had horrendous jokes scribbled onto them.
What kind of bagel can fly?
A plain bagel!
He groans, crumbling the note into a small ball.
Not one of them were funny. Sure, the first time they were amusing considering the fact he knew who had written them. And she loved terrible jokes. It didn't matter how bad they were, you would find her laughing her ass off at them for around five minutes before wiping tears away from her eyes.
Dean always found it amusing how funny she found them, but there was a limit. Sam would sometimes join in, telling her some terrible jokes he knew until they were both on the floor crying with laughter; their faces turning bright red as they grabbed at the minimal amount of oxygen that they were receiving.
"Mornin'." Sam yawned, stroll
What's Wrong With Me?- Teen!Sherlock x Teen!ReaderI pulled my jacket closer to my body as I trailed up the steps towards the library. He had to be here, there was no other place I could think of.More Like This
Well, his mother had informed me that he was here. He hasn't been home in around two days. I bet he's starving. He'll state that he isn't but I can see through the veil of his lies. He can't lie to me. He never can and never will.
I fix the bag on my shoulder before pushing the door open. It creaked. I wish it hadn't. The place was almost silent - with the exception of people breathing, pages turning and the occasional cough.
I walk up to the reception desk. A frail woman sat behind it, her grey hair pulled into a bun and her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose.
I cough. "Excuse me?"
She looks up at me. She smiles faintly. "How can I help you?"
"I'm, um, looking for someone. He's been here since Monday and I'm assuming he hasn't left," I look over my shoulder. A few people are staring at me. "He's got crazy curly hair, he's a little taller