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The Way BackIt's often an arduous task to be counting the days, hours, seconds until I'll be seeing you again. The second we part, I'm counting. Does that sound pathetic to you?
"Okay, I can't do this anymore." I dropped my pencil down, letting it roll on the paper before me until it stopped. "You know my feelings about this, doctor."
"Why ever not?" My doctor, or therapist to be more specific, sat up straight in his armchair and spread his palms out. "It is precisely because I know your feelings that I'd like you to do this."
"I'm not a writer. I said that a hundred times already." I was becoming frustrated with him, something that has been happening a lot recently.
"If you write down what you wish to say to your wife, it will help your love grow anew and sort out your thoughts. She will never see a single word of this." He looked at me with his usual gleam in his eyes, though it was quickly hidden by the light reflecting off his glasses when he lifted his head. "I said that
Aching LoveTo me, there's no specific definition of cute. It's not just being cute or not cute to me. I look at cute as a form of―how should I say it?―irrationality. It's unreasonable. Illogical. Something you can't define.
Every time I look down at my small old dog, walking around slowly on the rug of my living room, still brown and white in fur color, I think "aww", or sometimes even say it aloud. Just once is never enough. Nobody else ever sees me do this. Nobody sees the true side of me, which is generally a wild nature when it comes to anything remotely cute. If I had siblings, I'd bet anything we would be close pals who "aww" at everything in sight, even after the first time. But that's not what I want. I loathe this side of me.
It's when I found her. My ideal step sister. She's insufferable, but cute, though not in the way I imagined.
Frail in appearance, but fierce and tough in attitude. My ideal girl. I didn't think she'd be my sister.
My parents and I are sitting in a spacio
Spirit Day Anti-Bullylisten to me
why don't you
why won't you?
is it because I'm
happy, and you aren't?
moping, and you couldn't take it?
let me just tell you something
for stooping to bullying.
Who are you?I am...
who am I?
I'm your shining star
I'm your falling star
Who are you
...to demand who I am?
Human Fantasiesi fantasize about fame. success. dreams. love.
i'm sure you do, too. all of them, right? mostly fame and success though, i bet. outwardly, to people you talk to, you claim to dream of dreams and love. you claim to long for that wish fulfillment of yours, and the one for you. your soul mate. your other half.
but deep, deep inside you, your mind, your heart...you always fantasize about that one selfish, self-centered, single achievement of becoming famous, popular, successful. whenifyou get your dream job, you'll climb up the ladders of ranks and status. you'll be that famedwhat?CEO, author, director, actor, celebrity everybody talks about. you'll be that, them, and more.
there's nothing wrong with that. it makes you human. i want to be the author everybody spreads the word about. i want to be that editor everybody goes to for help. i want to be that one person my soul mate seeks love from.
that makes me selfish? self-centered? guess what huma
[CLOSED]update: CONTEST IS OFFICIALLY OVER. I WILL NO LONGER ACCEPT ANY MORE ENTRIES. PLEASE GO CHECK OUT MY LATEST JOURNAL FOR THE UPDATE.
edit: oi oi, did ya'll know that you can enter BOTH a poem AND a story???
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A Lone StarThe stars awaken
blinking and shining
white against black
a thing to haunt
be haunted by
your eyes glue to them
your body turns to them
your being looks to them
you're drawn in
they draw you in.
A lone star will go far
that haunted star
just like tar
sticks to you
stays with you forever
night's always going to come
so that haunted star, it'll stay with you forever.
Avengers: Steve and Tony in Prison (Part 1)
"I lost all my wealth. All my fortune. I don't know how or why."
Steve stared at Tony for a long silent moment, then sighed. "Come in," he said, waving the man into his house.
Tony followed Steve in reluctance through the open doorway, then shut it and locked it after him. He took off his black overcoat as he scanned the living room with cautious eyes.
The man's obviously telling the truth, Steve thought as he rubbed his eyes and made his way to the visible kitchen off to the far side of the living area. He would never even consider stepping foot into this run-down building if he could help it.
"Why didn't you go to Bruce or the other avengers?" Steve asked as he poured whiskey into a clean glass and water in another. "Thought I'd be the last you come to for help."
"They all turned me down, saying it's a good chance to become friends with you," Tony said, then snorted and mumbled, "Yeah, a good chance to kill each other."
Steve nodded in silent agreement as he drop
Broken TrustTrust is something fragile
Once you break it
It is hard to get back again
Just like the softest rose petals
That withers and dies
Or the stem of that gentle rose
Once it snaps you can
Never get it back
You sit there and watch it
Then you look at that person
With jaded eyes
Looking at them
With the emptiness you feel inside
Knowing it will never be the same
Wondering if you truly knew
Them at all
Hidden LinesTorn apart and filled with lines,
Words unspoken are hatefully tried.
Burned at the bud,
Stop at the start.
Grievously misled from the beginning,
Broken and killed from the mere heeding.
Paper strewn across the floor,
The only love they've ever boor.
Here sit's a man in anger,
Lost is he in pain.
He tried to hide in the beginning,
Now all he is, is insane.
He wrote these hateful lines,
And just as they, he lies.
Never right, never perfect,
Always lost, forever hidden.
why can't i right one good poem?
DepressionAnother useless morning dawns,
Another tiresome creature yawns.
Lost I am in the depth of thought,
People can't see the battle I've fought.
My scars are hidden by a harden face,
No smile has been found, I have no grace.
I look upon the work I've done,
And find that it is helpful to all of none.
I hate the flesh I'm bound to,
The words I weave I do but rue.
Rueful and spiteful I wish to cry,
But no tears will help me on the inside.
Who will help me to live without pain?
Will anyone try to keep me sane?
Am I lost to the grave?
Just Another DayJust another Day
I try not to cry, though my eyes burn,
Fighting for air, as my chest tightens up,
Needing to scream, yet nothing comes out,
I ache inside, but I don't complain,
It's just another day, of my life,
So what is left to say?
Now I shall end this, morbid poem,
Crawling back into my shell,
And get my emotions under control,
I will look at you, once more with a smile,
So you won't see all that I hide inside,
StayTattered clips of sunny smiles
strewn about throughout the aisles,
tipped and spilled to much dismay
those memories of yesterday.
Volunteered upon this path
oblivious to the aftermath,
the possibility it seemed
of failure was an absurd dream.
Torn from the ground we built upon
moonlight burned the summer song,
undermined the very heart
of the bedrock where we saw it start.
Winter caused the soul to say
an audible wish for a different day,
Without the strength to go away
it's come to this so here we stay.
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
Well Darn, There Goes My PlanFunny this life we live, there is so much more to see.
The heavens above, filled with no love,
The moon in the sky, larger then you or I.
Can't you see it, the size of it all?
We are ants infesting a house,
A flea eating a mouse.
Where will we be in a few hundred years?
Will we be in tiny boxes living useless fears?
Will we be in the ground, never to be found?
Will you be remembered, for who you use to be?
Perhaps by a few, but never truly by me,
For how am I to know, someone I've never seen?
Time has flown by, it's to late for you and me.
Why do you live, when time will soon blink,
and you will be gone, faster then you think?
Goodbye Donna NobleOh the things I have seen, they meant so much to me.
I've been to the stars in the sky, and lived in a place filled with time.
I saw the end of everything, and saved the world with tiny plea.
I was there when reality crashed, and ran away with a Time Lord, the last.
I became so much more, and my mother only told me I was a bore.
My grandfather always stayed by my side, and helped my friend when I had to die.
I had such adventures, and finely saw it all,
But when that happened, I had to fall.
Good bye Donna Noble
Tears From Nightmareswhen I dried my eyes
and looked at the towel
it came away red
soaked in blood like bathwater
when I noticed
oh how I screamed
my voice echoing back
like I was atop a mountain
only I was in my room
just woke up like normal
brushed my teeth like usual
washed my face like always
apparently my nightmares got me bleeding tears.
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