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Artist's World - Chapter 2I sat at a large table as a gryphon-like creature put a plate of food in front of me. I picked up my fork and poked at my food, not really hungry, with too much on my mind. These people were suffering, but I wasn’t quite sure how to help them. Caruru, noticing my unsettledness, spoke up,
“So, what are you planning on doing?” I just kept poking at my food unable to answer. Caruru cleared and spoke again, “There are endless possibilities you can do while you’re here.” I just kept playing with my fork. Zururu looked at Caruru then at me,
“Honey is everything o-” I cut her off before she could finish it,
“What if I can’t do it.” I said putting my fork down. “What if it doesn’t work out.” I said as I looked up at them. Zururu looked at Caruru and nodded then Caruru called out,
“Sparky, please come here.” Then smiled and left the room with Zururu. A yellow dog-fox like creature ran in, no taller t
Artist's World[BASED ON A TRUE DREAM]
I woke up in a dim room, not scared, but more confused than anything. A ginger haired boy, probly not that much older than me, walked upto me with a smile. He adjusted his goggles and said with a british accent,
"Oh good. You're awake. Welcome back!" as he turned on the lights and I got a better look at him. He was hearing a lab coat that stretch down past his knees, with a black shirt under it and dark blue jeans with black sneakers. Another sweet voice with a slight German accent came aswell,
"Professor your test worked" And a tall and slender blonde female walked upto his side. She too was wearing a lab coat but with a light pink dress underneath. "You must be exhausted from your trip dear. Do you need to rest? anything to eat?" She said with a smile. I didnt exactly know what to say, it was almost as if I couldnt speak, or didnt know how to, and I just stood silent. There was an awkward moment in which we all stared at each other and I started rocking side t
i think about it everyday
what I said,
what you said,
what I did,
what you did,
even after all this time,
I still remember it,
we never spoke,
when we found each other once again,
what I did was worng.
you didnt even do.
It was my fault,
and im sorry.
I guess i go againt my own advice.
I give advice,
make others feel better,
make you feel better.
but in the end,
I was the one that needed help.
I just didnt want to admit it,
i kept it hidden all this time...
and i've changed,
we both have.
I used to be scared of nothing,
take any hit,
to make you feel better.
its all different.
its all masked.
i throw it off like i dont care,
but everything that happens,
stays with me.
thinking about it,
free verse ventALRIGHT FINE. HAVE IT YOUR WAY.
you sit there and act sorry for yourself. acting depressed all the time- calling me a liar. WELL I SINCERELY DONT GIVE A CRAP. so what im british! so what im blind and trip over everything! so what im not exactly the most streight in the head! I DONT CARE! ALL YOU DO IS THRASH OTHERS AND NOTHING IS YOUR FAULT! you come back later and try to appologize but I WONT HAVE IT! you said you trusted me! you said i was your buddy! we went through thick and thin I helped you and you helped me! I ALWAYS did what i could to make you happy and smile. But then you got angry and split the link apart! Now im afraid to even talk to you because im afraid ill start crying again! I JUST CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. You say to forgive and forget! and i did! But you just came to stab me in the back again! I tried everyhting to stay friends with you! but by now IM DONE OK. im just done. i dont want to talk to you anymore... i just want you to leave me alone...
In The Plains- ch 1It was the middle of september. ! remember school had just began, my first year of highschool.
"Remember class, 5 page essay tonight." Mr. King said. The class, groaned. I was just staring at the clock, "1 more minute" I would keep saying to myself. "1 more minute..." As soon as the bell rang we all rushed out of the class. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of school as fast as I could, up the street and out of sight. Almost out of breath I walk up to a rustic dark grey and brown fence. The "ungodly barrier" me and my friends would call it. I took my backpack off, thaen swung it over my head and threw it over the fence then climbed up a tree next the the fence close by. Climbing trees really isnt that hard for me, But the others just climb over the fence, or occasionally slip through the hole in the fence that was once there until someone fixed it. I grabbed onto the other side of the fence then swung my right leg over, I started to swing my left leg over, but it got my pant's leg by t
FurryTail-Chapter 1 Act 1-the expected beginning"look at them" the man said in a disgusted tone staring out oh his window that covered nearly the whole wall. A younger man in a white lab coat walked up next to the other and looked outside with a curious look. "who are you talking about?" He asked but the other didn't answer. "Do you mean the furries?" He asked hoping for a response. The other man just stood staring. Slightly disappointed the young man started to walk away when the man spoke up, "Danan,"
Surprised Danan walked back over to the man, "yes sir?" The man looked at him then back out the window, "Our world has been corrupted by those creatures." He said walking over to a table and picked up a rolled up blue paper. "It's time we restore this world once again." He said walking up to Danan. "Make this," He concluded putting up the rolled up paper in his hand. Danan hesitated then took the paper. "I will do my best." He said shortly before leaving.
"better not mess up Shane-"
"I will if you don't shut up Flash."
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.
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.
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
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
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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