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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
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
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.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
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
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
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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