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Dear Isolation, you're nothin' specialIsolation is something that encircles us all, not just me. I'm no more special than anyone else is.
Just remember that, and you'll be okay, 'cause then it means you're not alone, and in turn, not isolated. You know, that feeling you've had since you were young? Since what, 2 years old? 3? 4? 5? Whatever — it was that feeling you've had of not belonging anywhere in the world all your life. Not within your family, not your friends, not your school...not anywhere.
Your 17-year-old brother (as of 2012) who once played with you every single day throughout your childhood from infancy to kindergarten to second grade or something — he turned on you. Remember that? This girl you both hadn't liked was suddenly a girl your brother hung out more with on that one day than you, his sister. That's not all he did! He did it with two (not three 'cause he wasn't born yet) of your closest (who were close by physical distance and by relationship) cousins, too! Every time you both
I Want to RecognizeThe Water Scares Me
I was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu. Haven't I been here before?
Massive tree trunks surrounded the familiar park square. In the center, a simple small fountain rested. Whenever I glanced around to take in the rest of the park, my eyes kept returning to the fountain against my will, as if the water was pulling them.
I didn't like water. That much I figured out from the way my eyes nervously strayed back to it a couple feet away. As I walked around it, I spotted a yellow fur ball the size of a baseball swimming on the surface.
At the sight, I gasped and reeled back, a hand to my mouth. I felt my memory rushing, flooding me with bloody images of my long lost cat. My cat of seven years, who I loved dearly since losing him a year ago...found dead!
I fainted from shock.
No Way Is He Alive
I was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu. Haven't I been here before?
"Of course not. You died," I mumbled to mys
Love is UnexpectedWhen you died
I took you for granted
When you lived
I told myself and you
I loved you
When you died
I know now
I really do love you
Why must people realize love
only when the unexpected happens?
My Tea Peatea
the drink's a nix
i gotta have my fix
without its glee
i'm all a mix.
my dearest tea,
i'm a goner gone blue
my drink of chi
always on cue
i need thee, my sweet pea.
tea or pea?
why, tea of course.
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
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
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
Darkness Will FallDarkness Will Fall
The day when no one is ill The day when the Sun shines bright The day when stormy clouds decide to take a break The day when no criminals are in sight.
The day was simply extraordinary,
When there wasn't a single thing gone wrong.
It was amazing; no fear, no worries;
It seemed like evil no longer belonged.
The day began when the Sun began to set The day ended when the Moon began to rise The day when life just gave up The day when humanity felt their demise.
The day turned so cold; the Sun had vanished,
And life slowly began to disappear.
But by the time the humans understood,
Their damnation they had already feared.
The day the moonlight is painted with blood The day the Sun is painted black The day the stars are turned to dust The day people allowed evil to come back.
Their hearts became tainted with greed and lust;
Their minds fooled them with pride, envy, and scor
EmptyDecades could pass
One still thinks about them
The Wind must die down
Hearts become fragile
Walls close in
As lies taint the heart
Soon shadows of regret
Cover it up
Stars are always up
The sun isn't rising
Soon snow melts
Six years have past
Thinking about them
Now thinking back
Started it all off
Ended it all off
Like we were a bridge
Gazes look upon souls
Seeing hollow shells
Which only people who
Have seen love..
Knows it can do
Yet it can also ressurect
The soul itself
Then the last chapter
Will be full of glee or sorrow
My EyesThe pain in my eyes
The times they have cried
How do they abide
To my sick mind
They must find
Lots of times
They simply couldn't try
If they did I'd have to say goodbye
To my sore eyes
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons
For years humans have been deceived:
"Angels are holy and represent good,
While demons are corrupt and represent evil."
But this was perceived in bad blood
Angels have enslaved the human race,
Tricking them into thinking they were free.
What they did not know was that they were being used,
And the angels condemned the humans, you see.
The demons were simply outraged,
"The humans must live a free life!
You angels have gone too far this time!
Prepare to fall in this newborn strife!"
The angels, cunning as they were,
Tricked the humans into helping them.
"Humans, these demons are evil.
We are good; help us defeat them."
The humans, without hearing the demons,
Grew outraged that an "evil" was near.
"These demons will perish among our blades,
For no evil will stand in our way!"
The angels grinned mischievously,
As the humans were slaying their saviors.
The demons tried to warn them,
But the humans took their heads as souvenirs.
"No evil shall withstand our mig
Emotions to bottleTake your pain and put it in a bottle,
push the lid down and put it on the shelf,
let it settle between sorrow and hurt,
collecting emotions to bottle them away.
What if I tore down that shelf and smashed the glass?
falling crystal tears or thundering shredded pain?
your anger and frustration set to fill the air,
taking away your oxygen and filling your head with pain and more despair,
your collected emotions set free.
Grab another bottle or three or maybe even five,
set them on the shelf and let them settle,
hide your feelings and lies and truths,
feel numb and feel nothing,
you just keep collecting emotions to bottle.
Hold OnSeems like nobody cares anymore
Days go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterday
Locked in this cage
In a endless loop of disappointment and lost
All I can do is to hold to the dream
Just hold on and believe
I know the road is hard but a day will come
Today may be long but tomorrow will come
I just need to hold and believe
Weeks have gone by
I still hold on
To that dream
But that dream went up into flames
I thought it will never turned this way
But all I can do is to hold on
What is left of me?
What I can pull out of this rubble?
Burned up in flames
A lifetime of effort, gone in a flash
I feel no pain or numbness
Just feels nothing
But I will always remember
Remember to hold on
Hold on and believe that someone will come and save
It.How do you tell someone they've lost it?
That talent that they pride themselves on,
Or maybe you have to tell them they haven't got it.
That one thing they think they should focus on.
My friend wanted to be an actor for so long,
But how are you meant to say, "You can't act."?
My friend's talent for poetry is seemingly gone,
But how can I tell my good friend that?
It's not that they didn't once have the talent of course,
Or maybe they didn't, and were doomed from the first.
How can you tell someone that they just haven't got it?
And where did it go, once it had been lost?
I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.
I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.
I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?
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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