sense of me
I've always the quite one. The weirdo you've never notice but scence I've learn how to focus. I've realize why I shut myself up. I have too big of a mouth and too much love to burn out. I've seen it all before. I guess I was that girl. So what if I just sat quietly and not speak to anyone who approached me. you'd never notice the pain behind that smile. It's burned out….burned out. Crowed my head again. All I can do is hurt over and over. I'm hurting u, myself and him. la la la la la la la. This morning I told myself I could change but all I ever do if screw it up. Maybe this time, oh wait today but I can't I have failed u again and again. I just can't shut my big mouth. Words come out like knifes that scar u and leave you with the pain of guilty lies. I'm drowning in blood. Too much emotions going through my heart. Pain, love, guilt… and lots of other things. Too much overwhelming me. I'll be the girl who cries herself to sleep at night rethinking these memories. I've always been the
Please.I just want to hold you close to me..More Like This
You're only three steps away, yet it feels like a mile.
Do you forgive me yet? For pushing you away.
It's supposed to be a happy ending, right? Or will I die in agony?
I'm sorry for what I did, don't act so cold.
pre-apocalyptic response/logi don't understand the sentimental value of these arrangements,More Like This
we are foreign even to each other,
although i try to fit into your skin
suffocatingly synthetic slimy heavy and
tadpoles blasting out of my throat,
as far apart as planets can be
and you are not the world but a world and even then
black hole of a raindrop
as we all are when/(unless) we begin; i am making sounds
ending this on a flat d-drone; you see how hard it is for me
to understand mechanics; adream in
uncircumcised unsubsidized grea
.he stood on the shore,More Like This
and told the sea he loved her;
the jealous wind tore his
voice in two
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop lookingMore Like This
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
You said....You told me “friends forever”,More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
Still BeautifulA woman with a penisMore Like This
Is still a woman
And she is still beautiful.
A man with a vagina
Is still a man
And he is still beautiful.
Two men or women in love
Are still in love
And that love is still beautiful.
A person who is agender
Is still a person
And that person is still beautiful.
A human who is 'different'
Is still a human
And that human is still beautiful.
I Apologize For My ArtI apologize for my poetryMore Like This
For its utter lack of sincerity
For taking and stating views
That no one even asked of me
That ,though my words try their hardest
That they'll never understand
The pain they try to express...
The feelings they make bland
Through my attempts to describe
The tears that I'll never cry,
The small fears placed
Upon the wings of flies
In the hope they can be swatted away.
I apologize for my poetry
For its utter inability
To protect you from its own fallacies.
I apologize for my art
For its utter lack of heart
It asks for to believe in it
Begs for you to love its message
And offers to comfort you
And advise you on damage
It could never truly know,
And for that I apologize.
But I won't apologize for trying...
I won't apologize for trying to understand
For trying to transcribe their ink dripped hearts.
I won't apologize for trying
To use my words to try
And empathize with that young girl
With bottle of pills
Trying to think a reason not t
Realm of Ender: Chapter 2: A Dark Presence 2/2Realm of EnderMore Like This
Note: The characters in this story are depicted in anthro format, specifically the style of Theoretical-Chaos on Deaviantart. This story will also be told in several perspectives, but will be in mine for a majority. I will make sure to make transitions when the perspective changes.
"Hey guys! I'm back, and with some friends!"
Scootaloo led Fluttershy and I to a small encampment. Two tents and a small fire in-between them. After Scootaloo called herself out, Rainbow Dash came out of one of the tents. "Hey Scoots, who'd you- Fluttershy!" She says as she runs over and hugs Fluttershy, who hugs back in response. It was then that I see Orin crawling out of RD's tent. He is a red stallion with brown hair. He is a skilled survivalist, capable of handling himself in most dangerous situations.
Orin grinned when he noticed me and Fluttershy. "Well, well. Look who the Changelings brought in." He said as he walked toward us. "Seems we weren't the only people
Trigun: Stampede RunMore Like This
Post-manga; contains spoilers.
I do not own Trigun / Vash or Livio. They belong to the amazing Yasuhiro Nightow.
Year 150 month 9 day 16
Livio stood by the Sheriff's office in December in the last light of the setting suns, glaring at the wanted poster still proclaiming a price on the head of Vash the Stampede.
Some nut was running around the outskirts of town, claiming he was the humanoid typhoon. Livio knew the real Vash would never stoop to highway robbery. He'd been hunting said nut, wanting to clear Vash's name, but he kept being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Today had been another long, frustrating day of not finding the nuisance. Perhaps he was merely growing too old to be effective. His rapid aging had stopped when he no longer used the medical vials from the Eye of Michael, but that didn't prevent the natural march of the years from leaving their traces on his body.
35 years had passed since he fought Crimson Nails, since the day that
A Very Merry VinylTavia ChristmasOctavia groaned, her more than comfortable slumber cut off by a trio of light prods to the stomach. She rolled away from her assailant, pinning her pillow tightly to her ears, and groaning further, just to drive home the point that she really did not want to be woken up at that moment.More Like This
Sadly, the perpetrator of the poking failed to notice this less than subtle body language indicator, and replied with a more fervent series of prods to more tender areas of Octavia's torso. She rolled back over to face her, now fully awake and even more irritated at how awake she was. Octavia found a pair of exuberant, ruby eyes glimmering from the twilit room. Apparently, Vinyl had no issue with an early rise, for once.
Octavia heaved one, last groan that deferred to a sigh as it dissipated into the air, seeing no relent in Vinyl's fillyish excitement.
"I suppose you want me to get up, then?"
Vinyl nodded in a manner Octavia felt would likely resulting in her head detaching from the neck if it co
RANB: The Original ch #3More Like This
They then heard a low growling noise, and looked at where the noise was coming from. Akimitsu then started to blush redder than before. "I guess I'm hungry." he smiled. "I can understand." Tamiko replied. "How long has it been since you had breakfast?" she asked. "Well let me trace back." he said. "Nikko-Kun and I got up at eight this morning and lazied around, until I made breakfast at nine." he said. Tamiko then gave him a sweet smile. "Well then, lunch is well overdue for you seeing how it's two o'clock now." she explained.
They then hurried back to the girls' hall to get out of the rain. "Make yourself at home." Tamiko told him as they went into the apartment like room. "Okay~!" Akimitsu chimed as he took off his shoes. "For a guy your size, you sure don't have big feet." she said as she smiled. "Yeah, I have mom's feet." he laughed. She began to laugh with him. "I'll go make us some tea." she told him. "Okay, I'll wait to eat." he replied "No, you can start eating if you're