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One of those nightsIt's one of those nights were my eyes won't close,
were tears keep dripping down my nose.
It's one of those nights were everything's wrong but I can't explain why,
When the light burns out all I'm left to do is cry.
It's one of those nights were I panic at the slightest sound,
Were under the air I feel like I'm drowned.
It's one of those nights were I can't seem to breathe,
Were I choke and I heave, I just want to leave.
It's one of those nights were I can't stop thinking,
I'm slowly falling, I'm drowning, I'm sinking.
It's one of those nights were there are no lights in the sky,
Were I feel grounded when I just want to fly.
It's one of those nights were everything comes back,
All the dark thoughts that shroud your mind in black.
It's one of those nights were I'm too scared to dream,
For once it's ends, I'll wake up, and scream.
The fame gameShy and quiet, is what you are,
Yet is see you dreaming to be a star.
Basking under that radiant spotlight,
Smiling as your lips gently dust the mic.
I see you glow as your passion flares,
You melt all fears, you have no cares.
But tell me now as your growing strong,
Never missing a note in each and every song.
Was it really necessary to change your name,
Will it really gain you fame?
They told you that your own wasn't cool or acquit
But your stage name doesn't really seem to fit.
The wig and make up are a good gimmick
But for you I don't really think your with it
I'll admit I'm happy for you,
But as far as personalities go I think you have two.
The fame monster seems to be growing inside
You can run but you can't hide.
And the fact that your acting like you're hot shit
You're getting there, but you're not quite it.
Watch this space.
To late I've seen enough.
Can't be savedBound by pain, torn inside
Worrying feelings are coming alive.
A storm is forming inside my heart
I can't breathe, I'm falling apart.
"Come help me" I scream as I fall from the sky
You reach out to catch me, then wave goodbye.
I can hear your laughter ringing in my ears
I can hear the demons whispering my fears.
I try to call out, in a desperate plea
But I know you can't save me.
I want to go back, to change it all
It's all to late I've started to fall.
I never even said farewell,
As I fall to the gates of hell.
I cursed myself, for that is true
There's so much more I wish you knew.
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy.
What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.
The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.
A heavy drowse of a now distant past,
Faded memories, of passings so fast.
Three for a girl, four for a boy.
There once was a girl who fell in love,
Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.
She met a boy with a heart of gold,
Hard, metallic and awfully cold.
Five for silver, six for gold.
She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,
Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.
She found the gold, in the best of others.
Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers.
Seven for a secret never to be told.
Lies were formed and secrets kept
Serpents whispered while she slept.
She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.
Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
The kissIt starts off slow, with a light brush of my face
Pulling me close in a warm embrace
Your hands on my waist as you pull me on top
Up on your lap is were I hop
I look deep into your shining eyes
As both your hands caress my thighs
I lean forward and you lean in
And this is were the kiss begins
Soft and gentle as you find your pace
My little heart starts to race
A fiery passion starts to grow
And there's no signs of this beginning to slow
Kissing harder now, discovering your lips
With your hands resting on my hips
Stopping only for the need of air
I run my fingers through your hair
No more scars that I have to bare
They fade away as if never there
I began to writeI began to write a verse filled with spite, filled with anger and utter betrayal.
I began to write how I was truly hurt and all the wrongs that had been done to me.
I began to write to protest on everything you had done, to shame you, to blame you.
But as I began to write I seen that nothing worked, that I had filled the page with a vile and hateful verse.
I had seen that what I had began to write was the beginning of a fight, a beginning of a war that would only hurt both sides.
So instead if fighting fire with fire, I extinguished the flame, and made a white flag for my soul.
I took a step back from my fiery attack.
And I began to write this.
Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,
Take me down the path less travelled, walk me through the sea.
The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,
Along side the river of the dammed, the water coloured red.
Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,
Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.
Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,
Drowning in it's gentle choke.
and off I'll sail.
To a valley of eternal bliss.
My WingsMoving on to better things, I'm so happy I found my wings
No need for tears, no sinking fears.
A burning passion comes in roaring fashion.
A smile I bear, free without a care.
No broken hearts, or scaring marks.
I'm moving on to better things, no more rocks upon my wings.
Teacher's pet peeve.You loathe me, you really do,
I know my presence just bothers you.
Those evil glares and little digs,
All those things to make you big.
You can poke and you can prod,
Then preach your words about your god.
You can act the little saint,
But that's something you just ain't.
You can pretend that I'm not there,
And then act like you treat us fair.
Questions of a wider scope,
Get a "no further questions" and a bible quote.
Crow like demeanour you wallow in pride,
No pity you offer, as you throw the carcass aside.
That burning hatred of me, you truly despise,
That roaring fire in your eyes.
Now tell me Miss, as it's clear to see,
Why do you really hate me?
Words will never hurt me.Hating yourself is a commitment.
You aren't born with it; it's something that is learned. When it begins varies from person to person- perhaps it only starts in high school, maybe it's something that grows from when you're too young to understand what is happening. It likely starts off innocuously - "What was stopping you from getting that A?" "Why can't you be different?" "Maybe you should lose some weight." "I don't want to be friends anymore."
But, sure enough, it builds. It grows, like a weed that feeds from each negative experience thrown your way. As it grows, you lose your ability to let words bounce off you- they start to stick, digging into your skin with their sharp edges. They sink into you, growing stronger and larger with each repetition. Soon the word becomes an attachment, an extension of you. And soon it becomes the first thing you notice in the mirror, the first thing you think of when somebody asks you to describe yourself?
Irregular VerbsI am disputing
You're having a tantrum
He/she/it is a whinging nancy
I am offended
You are too sensitive
He/she/it is passive aggressive
I am hopeful
You are delusional
He/she/it is a selfish prig
I am rugged
You are ugly
He/she/it is evidence against human evolution
I am enlightened
You are snobbish
He/she/it is a cocky pig
I am needing
You are wanting
He/she/it is trying to deprive me of my rights
I am right
You are wrong
He/she/it is unable to compromise
I am capable
You are arrogant
He/she/it is a narcissistic fool
I am knowledgeable
You are misinformed
He/she/it is sane if he/she/it agrees with me
I am culturally sensitive
You are obsequious
He/she/it is a politically correct bolshie stooge
Why Asami Sato is One of the Best Characters (imo)Asami Sato.
Everyone hated her the first time they saw her. And even all throughout Book 1, the hatred only got worse. In Book 2, she was liked more, but Book 2 itself was hated so much, some people gave up on Korra entirely. And now, in Book 3, she's loved.
And why wouldn't she be?
In my personal opinion, Asami Sato is one of the best characters in Legend of Korra. Why?
How about we start with her personality? She's mostly feminine, but not a girly-girl. She's kickass, but not a tomboy. She's a sweetheart, and a tiny bit of a snarker. She has one of the most unique personalities I've seen in a cartoon girl, especially a teenage cartoon girl. How many of them are sweet and feminine yet can handle her own, without any superpowers (bending)? She's a sweetheart, a badass, and absolutely lovable. Of course, she has flaws, like holding grudges easily, but she's more lovable this way, since she's not a Mary-Sue.
How about her going through so much crap, both in and out of canon? She endures
the mechanisms of ocean waves When I was little, I loved sea foam.
Running forward to the shore, I would watch waves lap up at my feet and then recede, dragging the sand under my feet back with it. Sea foam would fringe the edges of these silky waves like lace, and I would grab at it, cup it in my hands. I would remember the origins of Aphrodite (born of sea foam, risen out of the ocean as the most beautiful goddess of all), and I would cradle it, hold it close to me, as if I could absorb it into my being.
By the time I brought the sea foam up to my face, it had leaked through my fingers, dissolved. Leaning down, I would cup it again and again and again, gathering fragile lace like a fine seamstress, hoping to maybe sew it onto the edges of myself, make myself some semblance of Aphrodite. Yet it crumbled, leaked through my fingers, leaving only the trace of salt behind.
Eventually I gave up on the sea foam. One cannot keep chasing after things that just barely exist.
My father told me never to plunge int
AppointmentI thought I heard someone sneaking around out there.
Hello. Please, take a seat. Would you like some...no? Suit yourself then.
If you don't mind, I'm just going to switch this on. No, no, nothing special. That noise? No, it's just me. Try to block it out, it's not important.
So, you sought me out, did you? Most people do, after all. And would I be correct in thinking that...what? Oh, yes, of course, here you go...no, not a problem at all. Anyways, like I was saying, would I be correcting in assuming that you have sought me out in order to beg for more of me? Mm, I thought so. That's generally the answer I get. I know, weird, right?
Hmm? No, no, don't mind that, it's just me. Don't worry about it.
So, what has brought you to the point of begging? I...hmm? Well, that is what you're here for, right? You thought, you thought... what? The sign outside was rather clear, wasn't it? Yes, that's what it says. And it means that you only get to be here for a bit. So, let's start again, sha
Time Takes It All, Whether You Want It To Or Not I did not know it, but I was dreaming.
The sun setting at my back warms my skin. My arms are outstretched like the wings of a bird, fingers splayed to catch all of the rays that I can. I inhale, and the scent of soil and dry, humid air fills my lungs to their full capacity. I have never smelled something so lovely, never been somewhere so peaceful, and yet, I feel as though I have seen this terrain before. I strain to remember, but it gives me a throbbing headache when I attempt to delineate the strange feeling of deja vu, so I give up. Perhaps it is not that important. If it were, the memory would not be so difficult to elicit. I focus instead on the tall grasses that gently sway from a breeze. They tickle my bare calves, raising goose bumps on my flesh even though I am not cold. The shadows spanning across the ground catch my attention once I open my eyes. For one thing, there are two of them. I thought that I was alone, and my heart stutters and picks up speed at the t
Our Ritual Dismemberments...And when she spoke the world shrunk down and became simpler, softer, a better imitation of itself that held no possible pain. Like a dollhouse with its utopian storyline that was, by nature, created by those with young and innocent lives. Somehow she touched that world with her voice, despite how often it fled her grasp.
"I ignored it for years, which is a good thing I suppose. But now I'm unsure where it started, where it truly began, because I spent so long pretending that it wasn't there. That I was normal, like the others. Not normal, but...equal to them? Not broken in any way."
She paused as her words caught in her throat, some squeezing through strangled and malformed-- a discarded thought in process. This was one of the many symptoms I had seen in her, a gross reality composed of many images, many small horrors that no professionally removed medical manual could possibly prepare me for.
"I didn't know what it was called. I wish I had at least known its name back then. A name
RememberDo you remember all the sunsets we have seen?
Do you remember the days when we cried over life?
Do you remember the sleepless nights and the nightmares hunting us?
Do you remember the fears we shared?
Do you remember how we wanted to just close our eyes and let the world around disappear?
He knew it was somewhere in the back of his mind, in the middle of all the brimming chaos and confusion of thoughts and privacies. It wasn’t as if he’d lost his sanity, that he’d become a madman. He’d never had it in the first place. It was the veil of obstruction that clearly defined who he was and was not. Like reaching into the back of the darkly-lit cave, he sprawled through the recessess of things in his psyche that he cared not for. Things that the world chose to dump in his indifferent basket of a mind. It was in the back of all the debris where he found his object. His delusion of immortality.
What is strange is akin to seeing a new colour. It rests just beyond the grasp of the perceivable precisely because it cannot be perceived. Thus the strange retains the quality of being strange. Or so she thought it to be in life. It wasn’t a dogma or a motto for her. Not really. It was a ruleset that s
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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