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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."
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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