Another TimeLost in the grey clouds of morning, a morning of thoughts and memory, I will flow without fall, and remember without regret, I think to myself. alive through the old ways, the newest of futures has yet to begone. The rain always feels cold at first, but never will it stay, never forgetting its feel in my hands, cold yet natural flowing through my fingers, is this what happens to memories...More Like This
Even so, I will hold them as close as I can, if they are to flow like water through the wills of time, Through my own will I continue to hold them the best I can.
Sometimes so happy, and sometimes so sweet and nice, it warms my heart, know that the past was once realty, knowing that those memories, once happened, just like the rain drops that continue to fall, each movement, each step is like a video in stop motion, each picture leads to another, they connect to each other, as they do to my soul, through its own chains.
I could never erase them, I could never destroy or take them apart, or stomp the
Venture outAs far as your eyes could see, wouldn't you like to see more?More Like This
Go ahead, take those first steps into the world, and never hold yourself at bay, walk in till you've seen all that you've ever desired to see, don't worry about what you can and cant do, for if you give it a chance, you can do anything under the blue sky. Whats beyond is unknown but wheres the fun of knowing whats going to happen?
This small world will become much larger with the your own eyes, in a way, the world will become bigger with the way you see it, and remember all that was seen by those eyes, exploring the total unknowns of the planet itself, worry not of danger, or fear, you can always continue on your path and look fear straight in its eyes.
Do not doubt yourself, your a strong person, who knows if he or she could do it, you can too, your first steps may be hard, but a single journey begins with one step, if you never try you'll never know what your capable of, Dont be afraid to find out for yourself. alway
Rest EasyThe tree that provided you comfort, at night, it helps you sleep, but even though you sleep outside, you can always feel the tree against you above all. you know its there, its providing you with support, as your body lies against it, feeling its trunk with your back. allowing your mind to rest, putting your soul at ease, its okay to feel this, its okay to let go, rest you weary mind.More Like This
The noises that you hear of the forest, so peaceful in fact that your happy to hear them at such a time. early bird may catch the worm, but a bird cannot fly if its tired, it needs to rest at some point, just like you, without it how can you continue? you need it, do not worry of such that bothers you so, just let everything fade for now, enjoy it, embrace without pain, without fear.
Even Animals must rest, they cannot hope to continue without it as well, all living beings, all that shares life must at some point, even trees. they hold just as much life as we do. If we feel we need ,if we want it, if we d
ProtectorA Strong heart indeed as she watches over her youngling, Protecting them from the harsh storm. It is her duty to, but she also wants the best for them as well. A gentle spirit, that knows the ups and downs, she may not seem strong but she will protect her little ones to the best of the power she holds. she is peaceful and caring and wise, as the years she's endured leave her tale of story's left only inside her heart. She understands that of children, because she herself was once a child, one that didn't understand the world.More Like This
Her children are her future as she will see that each one has one. Even if the tears that fled from her eyes hurt the most, she will endure and see that her children live happy lives. The negativity of others don't phase her, but only make her stronger in the process. Her sweet kind voice guides you as she is always within and even though she endured so much pain from the words of others and the force others put upon her, she stands up for her off springs no matte
Open Wounds and FreedomThe urge, the need to survive, my inborn instruction manual tells me to move. My brain tells my body to move, to crawl, I'm searching for something I cannot see, something I cannot hear. I can only smell it.More Like This
I found it, yes, the warmth. The food, yes, my body is already growing, soon I will be the most loyal dog you'll ever know. My mother teaches me her rules; my siblings tell me my place. I tell them to shut up.
All I need is my mother, her warmth; her food is all I care about. I am free.
Two weeks old now, my sight has opened up my mind to much more things than ever. I can see my mother, my siblings, and my home. I don't care how my mother looks with all her scars and strange looking ears, I don't care that her belly sags because she had multiple litters. I don't care that my home is dark and concrete. I still have my mother, her warmth; her food is all I need.
As the days pass, my siblings are just stepping stones. I show them whose boss. I found out I could use my teeth to dominat
Things I Know.IMore Like This
You will leave me when the leaves change.
I try not to be afraid of the future
Whose rusty bear trap
Threatens to leave more scars across my past-tattered ankles...
Maybe this time ill mean it,
Liberate blood with vicious, not vanishing purpose when you go
Like she told me
I'd like to think battles hard fought leave more than battle
scars, and weathering bronze plaques.
Women who don't have fathers lose their minds and I'm afraid I've lost you --
I guess every veteran knows
The echo of an amputation.
Eventually, patience wears to translucent leaves on the grave marker --
With a weeping shovel you will bury me
under fives years' worth of soil I could never account for.
Take Ittake itMore Like This
take the pain away
it's eating at me
from the inside out
killing me slowly
setting my skin on fire
tearing at me inside
it's so agonizing
there's nothing else for me to do
but sit here, trying so hard to bury it
trying so hard to hide the ache
but I can't anymore
i need you
to take away the pain like you always do
scare away all the monsters
all the doubts
numb the pain
because I can't bear the agony alone anymore
just set me free once and for all.
How Not to write Bad FanficHow Not to Write Bad FanfictionMore Like This
A collection of pet peeves and lessons learned the hard way.
There's a lot of bad fanfiction out there. Everybody knows it. But that doesn't mean that fanfiction is inherently bad. I've written my share of fanfics. I've written horrid Mary Sues, left good ideas unplotted until they snowballed and avalanched away into terribleness, and forgotten plots entirely and so had to abandon fics. In writing them, I've learned a lot. I've grown as . storyteller. I've learned how to plot, how to portray characters consistenly, and I've improved in my basic language skills. So now, I'm going to record those lessons here so you won't have to make them yourself before you start cranking out the good stuff. Needless to say, these are simply a list of guidelines that I've found work for me.
Lesson 1) Your readers read fanfiction for the official characters.
People read fanfic for much the same reason they write it: they like a show. They w
LGBT PrideYou know me.More Like This
I’m that kid that everyone stares at on the street.
I’m that person that gets the awful messages on Facebook.
I’m the one that has been told “God hates you.”
You know me.
Even if you’ve never met me, I’m known worldwide.
It never ends.
But I own a bold face.
When they say “God hates you”
I say “Why am I here, then?”
They shut up.
But sometimes it gets to me.
There are times when the taunting…
Make me miserable.
I go to her.
She’s the one that tells me
“It’ll be alright.”
The one that hugs me and loves me.
No matter what.
I hear it’s not just me.
I heard that the same story goes for
That boy on the other side of town.
But his boyfriend left him
In fear of being outed.
But not just him.
That one girl I know?
She’s called a slut.
It’s not her fault that she
FreedomYou seem like your always alone, most eyes don't notice, and most hearts don't care. it isn't like you don't want people not to understand you, but at the same time most people don't care unless its there own problem, or if they can get something out of it or in return. it seems like you don't trust anyone anymore, like you've closed your hearts door. your calm but at the same time your not. you think of all the possibilities that could happen, you focus on a solution that will fix and open many paths that lead happiness, but as you want, others see that as a problem, they only notice you when they think you trying to ruin their fun.More Like This
Having fun is a blessing of life, but that only defines your meaning of fun, as you define yourself as well. What may be fun for some may not be fun for all. people see you as nothing, because your ways of living is different so because of that you stray away from the pack like a lone wolf. Your a person all by yourself. even though it hurts being neglecte
The wild oneAs you run from unforgivable law, one that corrupts the heart within, others see you as an animal, they see you as weak, and a lowly only because your views are different from there's. there greedy hearts only drink from that they truly don't deserve to drink from. As you run as fast as you can from a destiny they decided for you, your only hope is to set yourself free from a world of despair and doubt and jump into a future through the deepest of dreams set into motion.More Like This
You might be different but you are your own person, and your destiny is yours to decade
DepthThrough the path that bleeds of emotions lead to the wildest of nightmares, gathered from a conspiracy of dreams. Our will is collected and are wits will be tested through the battlefields of life, only to the darkest of demons that live in the sanctuary within. our hearts will take the chance that lies within a false realty, even so the endless loop of destiny will spin its web.More Like This
Running or walking through the dark, darkness will lead to nowhere. the wings that hold your dreams also hold your nightmares, two sides to one heart as the sun and the moon converse in the depth of time.
Dawn over the OblivionYou feel that energy, that you can do anything in the world. your running faster, leaving a trail of fire behind, burning the shadows away from your heart. darkness cant keep up with you. you feel so light, yet your bound by your hearts will, those chains that held you broke a longtime ago for the pieces that remain of them burn along with those painless memory's, your armor was broken and beaten, you don't need it anymore, others didn't think much of you, they called you useless and a loser, as your guard was broken the tears that fell only made you stronger, its over for your pain and the chapters left by darkness have been erased.More Like This
Your more than zero...even if your not number one,
It doesn't matter. , your not the same as others that want you to be, you break through the boundaries and limits others set in place for you, your in overdrive now and because of it you've had just about enough of the crap others give you,
Night and day doesn't matter when your ready for anything, Your in
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
Folded Heart.Never willing to put the risk upon yourself, you figure the path you take is the safer,More Like This
You watch from the sidelines of a battle that doesn't concern you anymore, you stay away from the pain but like a detective, you understand everything. You see all that's happened afterwards and you want nothing part of it. the tears and scars brought from the pressures, people who didn't give a damn, put on you, as they watched you fold in the wind. as you walk from those who see nothing of what they do, none it really matters to them.
The missing piece of your heart, you cant seem to activate. you seem so emotionless, like nobody's home inside.
The insults and punches others throw at you look like they miss, but the attacks aim for your heart, even if you slow no emotion it cant be helped, because just like the blood that runs through your veins, your emotions run through your heart. as you walk away from a world of pain alone, you know even if no one else can understand how you feel, you understa