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On Your Wedding Day, SonWe had nights where sleep wasn't important. All we cared about was being next to one another. We were young then, barely able to grasp at the concept of love. We shared our first kiss under a willow tree as the burning sun lowered calmly beneath the meadow. Many days of bike rides and tangled fingers led to a promise on bended knee, where I asked her to be mine forever. Yes. I never knew how happy someone could be over a simple answer. We wed on the eleventh of December. The day we had first met, a date neither of us were likely to forget. Though two seats remained unfilled throughout the service that bonded us for as long as both would live. We celebrated far away on a beautiful beach, away from the worries that would be waiting for us when we resurfaced from our newly-wedded paradise.
It was a year of bliss later when we got the news that would change our lives forever. Pregnancy. Neither of us knew how to be parents. Especially your Mom, growing up without any of her own. We conside
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 10That night went by really fast. I rode home with Mom in silence. She seemed mad, furious in fact, but I was too afraid to ask why. Sleep wasn't easy to come by, either. I was still awake at three a.m. Maybe it was the anxiety of starting over in a new school. Or maybe I was just hiding the actual reason because I was actually afraid to face it. I knew Analee wouldn't be happy with me. Regardless, I got through the night somehow and woke up just in time to get ready for school.
"You might wanna wait a minute or two." Analee smiles at me, stepping out into the hallway in nothing but a towel. That would take some getting used to. I did as she said, standing in the hall. The floorboards creek behind her, all the way to our room as she shuts the door. After a few minutes, I enter the bathroom. I turn the shower on and dip my head in. I had already had a shower last night, so all I really needed to do was fix my bedhead. I spent about 20 minutes brushing, blow-drying and straightening my hai
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 9The next few days went by in a blur. I spent it avoiding Hayden, which was something I really didn't want to do. But what choice did I have? One move on him, even just being friendly, and Analee would be sure to lash out at me again. Even more so now that I knew why. What could make it worse? Oh right! It was still Michael's job to make sure I had the hang of things. So not only did I deal with Analee's pressuring, but I also dealt with Michael's judgement of literally every move I made.
"What's a man like him see in a girl like you, anyway?" Michael chuckles to himself. "Not like you could make 'em happy." He laughs again. I just sigh and continue my work. Three more hours of this and I can go home and sleep it off. I start school tomorrow, so I wouldn't have to put up with him as much.
"You could help me instead of judging me, y'know? Isn't that what you're being paid to do? Or are you just here to make sure I feel bad about myself?" I say harshly, trying too hard to lift a five gall
Where I'm FromI am from the forgotten times.
From nights only reminisced on holidays.
I am from the constantly moving.
From memories painted only on windows.
I am from the always leaving.
From the hour-long goodbyes.
I am from the yes ma’am, no ma’am.
From the manners seemingly forgotten by others.
I am from the promises of “this is the last time”.
From the houses that were supposed to build character
but only reshaped nightmares.
I’m from stormy nights spent alone.
From dreams broken by thunderclouds.
I am from the old dirt road
From the bitter kiss of cold nights
From the warm embrace of the summer days.
I’m from the thoughts of ending it all.
From the paths that made me change the direction of my life forever.
I’m from endless depression, wishing it all to be well someday.
From the constant disapproval from strangers.
From a place where a simple phrase like “It only takes time” is enough to ease even the toughest emotional breaks.
Chapter 3The atmosphere was different this morning as I met Avalon by the east gate. Where we had to go today was dangerously close to the fallout line. An imaginary line we'd dedicated too close to the demons territory, and obviously decided never to go near or cross it. Though Avalon and I are more than capable of dealing with a few demons. After all, along with the others, we're the only survivors of our decimated city.
"Pyre... perhaps we should bring Kennith? Just in case? We could use a bit of... fire power. No pun intended." She laughs. Kennith has a special ability as well. He can manipulate fire, which more or less guaranteed his survival in our escape from Clera.
"No, Alice'd never let him go. Besides... I don't think those two are here anymore." I sigh, lowering my head to avoid Avalon's undoubtedly shocked expression.
"What do you mean they're not here anymore? Why did they leave?" She pauses. "No. Not here, not already. It's only been three years! When were you planning on te
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 8I drowned out the worried screams from Hayden. He continually tried to make me feel better. But he had to have known about Analee's feelings toward him, right? He knew her all his life, but just met me a matter of hours ago.
At some point, I got up and began a long walk home. I hope that uncle Roy would understand when he heard about it. It wasn't like I left my work unfinished, I'd done what he asked me to. Or rather Hayden did.
Going home seemed a bit pointless, what with Analee living in the same room as me, but I had to find somewhere to think. Back in California, my room was really the only place to go. So I guess you could say it was out of habit that instead of waiting for uncle Roy to come back and drive me home, I spent two and a half hours walking.
When I arrived, uncle Roy had beat me there. Though no one was there, I could see the curtains shake in the house. I could feel the judgmental eyes of the several people who lived here. It was when my Mother burst out the door that
You're not aloneSomeone's sent a dozen roses down the drain.
Memories left to spiral down.
People gather, suspect the dreams that don't fit
into how it once was.
And maybe night falls, forever darkened skies.
And maybe teardrops, forever stain our eyes.
Our scars becomes icons.
Symbols for us to recognize.
Beacons to find hope
When even our shadows abandon us.
But don't cry, don't cry
You're gonna wake up from this dream.
And you're gonna realize
That tears do not mean weakness.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 7I followed Hayden around for a really long time. He showed me how to do things around the farm, and we ended up laid back on a really large stack of hay. Uncle Roy approached us before long, but only to ask Hayden a few questions before he went back to his routine. We'd finished the work I was sent to do and even doubled over to finish Hayden's work to. I watched in awe as he herded cows that had gotten lose through a break in the fence that Uncle Roy had refused to fix.
"I hope he never fixes it. It may be a pain to get 'em back. But they look so happy roamin' free like that." He smiled. If this is what work would be like, I could get used to it. Sure, the hand-me-downs were awful and smelled like dirty socks, and the hours were a bit long, but it was fun just hanging out with Hayden.
"So how ya like the farm, Vi?" He'd taken to calling me Vi, and I was okay with that, I could tell we'd be great friends anyway.
"It's nice. A lot better now that I know I don't have to work
I'm breaking down.
Scars nearly like feathers,
And words so heavy I might drown.
Can't you see that?
I hold so tight because
You only seem to let me go.
To get over.
Not what we once were but
All we had swore we would become.
At the bottom
Of every bottle.
Seeking a way to fill the void.
I can live on.
Without your memory
Constantly causing me pain.
I am a RainbowI can be Red...
Angry and dangerous,
those emotions very contagious.
I can be Orange...
I can be so happy and alive,
it will catch you by surprise.
I can be Yellow...
A cheerful bundle of energy,
needing attention from you to me.
I can be Green...
So full of envy and greed,
emotions I do not need.
I can be Blue...
I have loyatly, faith, and trust,
give me those if you must.
I can be Indigo...
Depressed and tears rolling down my face,
wanting nothing more than a comforting embrace.
I can be Purple...
A confusing mystery,
I'll leave you guessing for my history.
I can be Pink...
Giving out gentle love,
my love being bigger than the stars above.
I can be White...
Innocent and pure of heart,
a little girl side I've had from the start.
I can be Silver...
Having soothing wisdom,
giving you a cl
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
You hold my heart in your hand you hold my hands you make me feel
tightly together completely safe
warmly packed secure always
and friendly and homely
don't let my hand go
back into dark
I love you
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
My IllnessMy invisible illness, you don’t see it at first
But 5 years ago I had an unquenchable thirst
I became quite tired and then stick thin
The hospital said there was a problem within
My body stopped working they don’t really know why
Now it’s all blood tests doctors and insulin supplies
The professionals and nurses are all very kind
But none of them understand how you’re confined
I know I should be grateful and others have it worse
But this is my life and this is my curse
I hope one day maybe they might find a cure
But there are no promises and they don’t know for sure
So each day I get up with extra things on my mind
An extra burden that the universe assigned
And although I get through it, it fills me with fear
That without my meds I wouldn’t be here
What happend to your will?What happened to your will?
To fight against it must be mad?
But our emotions can make us glad.
It feels good just for that moment.
But the aftermath has left us broken.
Why do we follow this master?
Is it cause it gets us to our road faster?
To go against it is a struggle indeed...
Just to follow our own creed.
It not our fault...
Our will was not strong enough.
Then whose fault is it?
Or are we not made of finer stuff?
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
From me to youYou wonder and ask why I care
Why I always seem to be there
Try to downplay every trait
Your doubts I promise to abate
By the very end of my tale
If all else truly does fail
I hope to cast away the stranger
So you can see the true angel
You say people only admire your body
Don't listen to their words so bawdy
You have so much more to give than they know
Don't live in fear let your true colors show
Prove all those crude creatures wrong
Show them that you're indeed strong
You're so much more than a piece of meat
Rise above their harsh lies and deceit
Your talent to turn music into a lovely sound
Why you say it's nothing really I find to be profound
I'd love to sit there and just hear you play
A lovely thing I'd cherish every day
Your personality so kind and pleasing
Makes me heart feel like at times it's seizing
You're more than you make yourself out to be
And I hope that his will help you to see
Whenever we talk I cant help but smile
I haven't felt this great in a while
You might not re
It's unfairIt's unfair
It's wrong, disgusting, and just unacceptable! Why is each and everyone of the grand master got their chance to shine in each and every game while the first enemies of the game was left alone and been killed by the fake hero who's diagnosed with Anti-social personality disorder. It's unfair and unforgivable! Being use was a road kills, and horrible things and not being treated with respect like others. Let these species be part of the game and not being use as killing enemies, they have families, friends, hopes and dreams and they share the same pain as many other species in this world. Let these species be part of the game. Let the Goombas be part of the Mario games.
The story of a Hero
In the darkness that I follow
it feels like my life is only hollow
An empty shell, a broken hold on life
I am the product of high school strife
Never cool, never in the crowd
Never the one who is considered 'loud'
I have friends, but they don't care
I can never find them anywhere
I feel like I am destined for so much more
Like there is something greater in store
As if that could happen, I'm nothing they say
Just a nerd with no life, but hey
I can grasp this life, even though it's crap
Knowing one day I'll completely snap
Maybe they'll get what they deserve one day
No matter what, Karma always has her way
I know I'm nothing much but you will see
Even the greatest heroes start off like me
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