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Finding Purpose.I've often wondered
what it takes for someone
to become a 'somebody'.
and the effort
gone through to achieve that.
When you're a nobody;
You don't have to care about anyone or anything.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care about others opinions.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care about how you look.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care at all.
So why do I?
Maybe I want to be a somebody.
Gray EyesWaterfalls stream grayscaled tears
drip freezing salt past harsh wounds
sliced of manmade weapons
a small mouse could use
Sharp, thin blade
you're not welcomed here again
your shallow lies hurt no more
around teeth once drowned in venom
Slithering enemy in the yard
Talk yourself out of this one
Poison tricks won't help you now
Nor blood and death of the sun
where'v your colors gone now?
Disturbed by your own mind.Iced grounds, shivering bones
Pain fills your heart, in the graveled holes
your soul clustered, with an occupied mind
All you care for is your own.
Upsidedown thoughts, suicidal mind
Traveling wonders, for all you knew were kind
Childhood replaced with blistered pain
Brainwashed future, possessed tempered brain.
Numb fingers across a texted-filled label
Shaking now, you are unsure
to keep this life, or take the path of pills
Where the broken valley lays, of shadows and hills
Anchor down as far as you can
The seas won't chant your name again
Whispering chirps wont save me now
Take me away from this destructive earth.
Little brotherLittle brother
If you find my depression humorous
you'll find my death absolutely hysterical
If my tears bring you joy
I'll cry thousands of seas
to see your smile rise again
If your young mind craves
to see me in misery
just wait for the day
for when I'm gone, you'll be eternally joyed.
whatI'll go un noticed
attempt to stay content, in my loneliness
Love is something unknown to you
I'll continue to miss your innocence
You used to be a different person
I'd go to the past to find you again
What happened to that one I used to know?
Look at what you've become
Why I love art.I may be alone
but drawing keeps me company.
I can sketch a cute pup,
and he'll smile at me.
I can make him laugh,
or waggle his tail.
I can draw a person
either young or frail.
I'll create a world of my own
with figures who'll smile at me
They'll talk and dance and sing
and I'll never be alone.
HomecomingRose eagerly lurked through her dresser drawers, searching for a more "formal" outfit. Fancy occassions definitely weren't her ideal setting, but tonight was important. Her girlfriend invited her to go to the Homecoming dance at thier school; Rose suggested maybe they just skip it and do something else, but for whatever reason Kai was anxious about going so she couldn't turn down her sweetheart. Rose grabbed the cleanest shirt she had out of the bottom drawer and pulled some gray skinny jeans off a hanger. They were planning to go with her girlfriend's sister; Rain, and then some other friends. But they decided to go seperately because of car space. Rose went over to her dresser and watched herself in a mirror while she fixed her hair quickly and put on a tie. Soon enough she hears a ring at the door.
"Shit! She must be here already." Rose thought to herself as she started walking out of her room.
She opened the door and greeted her girlfriend with a hug and kiss. Rose inspected
In search of Zero's mother"It's so hot out...", thought the lonely cubone. Zero was traveling through a sandstormed desert; buffering every few minutes from the rough sand, lowering his HP. As he weakly walked he dragged his bone against the dry surface in lack of strength.
"No matter how long it takes, I WILL find you mother..." Zero thought to himself, still denying the death of his Marowak mother. He had been traveling through all sorts of routes and cities, avoiding being captured by any trainers or professors. He was determined his mother wasn't dead, and that somewhere she would be looking for him too.
Zero finally made it out of the desert, he scurried out of the city as quickly as he could and stumbled into a forest. He spotted an oran berry bush and ate a few to restore some of his energy. The cubone walked more confidently now that he was in a calmer enviroment with replenished health. As he was reaching the end of the forest he decided to take a break and sit under a tree, he looked up and saw all so
Short Story: Kai x RoseIt was the middle of October; a foggy, cold storm had been thrashing on for days. Rose was laying on the couch, twiddling with the sleeves of her yellow sweater, waiting. She was expecting Kai to come in any minute now, they had plans to meet on the boring, rained-out day. She became more and more impatient, but she knew her girlfriend was always a little late to events. Finally, the charm of the doorbell rang and Rose quickly got up, wagging her stubby red tail in delight. She opened the door anxiously and wrapped her arms around her shivering girlfriend as the strong wind and few leaves blew in. As the fox/wolf hybrid walked in, she removed her hood since she no longer needed protection for the storm. "How are you doing baby?" Rose asked as she lead her to her room. Kai looked up at her and answered "I've been a little...depressed...But I'm so happy to see you Love." They sat down on her queen sized bed. Rose haden't seen her girlfriend in over two months, she went away on a trip to
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Flames and Regretevery piece of ash ever found
was part of destruction
a grazed fire once stood there
burning the bittersweet memories of childhood
You'll come to find a match sometime around
and with the flicker of your lighter
you'll feel overly powerful
and start a new fire
the saltiness of the land will uproar in flames
once again causing that scene of destruction
stepping into it
you'll regret, regret, regret.
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