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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
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
AltruismIt kills me inside
To see others suffering
I want to help
I try to help
But my efforts feel weak
I know I'm doing the best I can
With what I have
But I feel like
It's just not enough
But I keep trying
So I don't lose anymore friends
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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