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PrintsAs long as the marks last
I may be healing but your marks last
the feeling still echoes in my mind
having you linger there is its own bruise
that itches down my spine
that wraps around my lungs
memories that pulse with a life of their own
steps in another direction
only help, act as practice
if you don't believe them
then time can show you
yes or no
with maybe in the present intervals
Out of LineI don't know whether its old pain
and snapping out, for power or anguish
or mere frustration for wanting you to
just take care of yourself
not about being a perfect cover girl
the fake the perfectionist
I want you to sleep, eat, grieve
breathe, move, enjoy
and I know the load of So Not My Job
but this snapping
that is something I can address
you seem to have a good sense of yourself
a good sense of how to handle yourself
I know the underbelly makes handling the rest
that much more difficult
part of me wants to pretend I know enough
to be allowed to preach or argue on this
I never had this sense that I could
control, maintain, handle, anything myself
and if I hadn't just gained an intuitive sense
I could've hated and hated and hated
I got lucky in so many ways to keep that from happening
now I hate that you hate yourself
because I think you are wrong about yourself
I love the person you are
I'm not asking for icing
I get truly scared, confused, angry
because you don't and seem t
good conscioustake the time to learn
to think and differentiate
to pull out of this tailspin
of months and weeks of slow realizations
and indecision and not knowing needs
or wants or what was missing or assumed
some speed has already come
no longer gaining speed losing altitude
but still identifying danger and obscurity
before I'm ready for being someone
who could do small to big things like
say I love you again
or say I miss you
because all that would do is rub dirt in the wound
and bring no answers for all the pain
and now is not the time for answers just yet
But of course, tu me manques
Forget MathI thought mathematically
one emotion can block out another
you had one person to block out me
I thought gravity would be on my side
give me more weight
that no one else could figure into the equation
and then the last person
set me off
before I knew, I realized I wanted to balance one to one
just yours, just mine
now I need to balance myself out from the hole I made and the one you left
What Makes a Good Personnot in terms of pure or impure
not in terms of perfect or imperfect
but something in the way I am
makes people think I am one of the most
people they know
sometimes I am wise and sometimes I am immature
sometimes I am oblivious or overly focused
on one outcome or thought or understanding
I have good intentions and look out for people
as a general principle
but lately I fear I have begun to slip
and become ordinary, because I can't just
always look out for other people
and that doesn't bother people
but it bothers me
however, I have to remember there are other factors
now I have something I need to deal with
or I will mar my present and future, possibly past
any recognition, any possibility of functioning
as a human being
and that is worth more, being a human for myself and others
than taking care of others or worrying too much
about what I should do
I wonder if this realization makes me more human
or simply more aware
I do not know
I am not giving up good intentions, but my fo
Confusionconfusion is one of those things
that comes from having a dirty filter
the mind has so many things to sort through
emotions, thoughts, wonderings, perspectives
mind altering manifestos, values, secrets
that when the natural organization
of the mind, somewhat like a tea filter
gets overwhelmed and bits of everything
get every which where
and some thoughts that should never
combine, compare, connect
somehow end up swirling around in your brain
and as the organization of the mind tries
to reorganize, separate ideas and wants
and nightmares back to where they were
the mind finds itself lost in its own system
unsure if the teapot used to sit on that shelf
or if the filter used to look so dark
and either some new system comes along or
we are left in the dark as to what to do
Scarsevery summer I would count my cuts and bruises and bites
see if any would unfurl into scars
every night I'd explore my constellation of stories
some of which I never knew
a nick from a blackberry, a hurried greeting to a table leg
blooming into a purple or iron mark
later fading or whitening into teeth on my skin
for all the things I did
I only have a few of these marks
waves of puberty breaking over thighs and hips
apparently growing gives stretch marks
scratches that seemed like they would fade
as their stories and memories did
from the crooks of my arms
a few pink flags from a knife
I only kept a few of these, my body knowing
which stories to keep, which to fade
the best example is the remains of my largest scar
three long streaks of Ionan barbed wire
thick white vines from a vault over a fence
one of which is the surviving scar
to keep me company when I miss the old island
the pink flags were little reminder notes
that yes I did this
where I had wished the black ink tightening my c
To be contentTo be full
To have an emptiness, a hunger
That can be filled
Sated and calm, blur edges
Perhaps to let go
Of tears and fears and woes
Or just to remember those close moments
Before getting too close
To feeling empty again
And want for nothing more than hunger
That can be sated and sent away
Why do You Stare?Poking peeping pressing eyes watching
As I pull at my skirt and wish the wind would die
(after wishing I could fly and soar seconds before)
I wish my tote bag toto would become fierce and horrible
And scare off all these eyes staring
At something I do not understand
I do not know why they look at me
So many many eyes
Is it my simplicity
Is it beauty or wildness
Is it my confidence
Is it my wariness and alert body
What could you be staring at?
I wish you wouldn’t
I already feel like an outsider
Like an alien or creature borne of nuclear waste
I am allowed
I have the right to feel comfortable in my skin
To feel beautiful
So why do you stare
Like I am all my worse fears?
Why can’t you talk to me
Feel at ease?
If I am all these good things
By this society and possibly many societies
Why do you stare at me?
You don’t even know the things that make me impressive
Or scary or pathetic or interesting
So what do you see?
Why did she want to go see Thalia so much? Evira is always sticking around Thalia, why doesn't she just stay and play with us?
The small cub's thoughts burned through her mind. She watched absent-mindedly as the dark colored ocelynx cub Argyl chomped somewhat reluctantly on a hard-shelled beetle as his lighter-colored brother, Roanoke goaded him on with teases on how "good it tasted", not about to let his brother out of this one.
Stupid Evira... Thalia's my friend too... She focused on the ground. The words that were exchanged a short while ago, were slowly being turned in her little head. Just because she's bigger, she thinks I can't learn too? Who is she to tell me what I should be?!
Evira and the brothers had been hanging out with Thalia and Laertes a bit more often than usual. They would disappear without saying anything to her, usually for hours on end. The boys would come back and play with her readily, but Evira would stand off more and more. It was almost a
ButtsIt’s day thirty-seven.
I’ve decided to lock myself indoors, lest I be faced with the temptations again. My name is Marcella, I am twenty years old, and I love butts.
The realization that I wasn’t like everybody else came without a warning, on a day like any other. I was only the daily commute to my almond farm, when I felt a bead of sweat sliding down my forehead. Suddenly I felt odd. I was surrounded at all sides, trapped, unable to move. Then it hit me. The butts. All around me there were butts. Fat butts, skinny butts, small butts, plump buts, saggy butts. Butts. Such magnificent rears. I was amazed, astounded, but at the same time terrified and appalled. My emotions and feelings spiraled out of control and I found myself racing home, pushing aside any butt that stood in my way. There were no butts at home. I sank onto the couch, exhausted.
The next day I tried again, with the same result. I’ve been fired. They’re expecting rent that I cannot give them.
Beach Beauties Part 3 (Mermaid TF TG BE)Jamie laid on her scaly tail as she slept in the rainbow colored reef. The man turned mermaid had a fun time this summer, spending a wish as a beautiful woman of the sea with her friend Kimba. She enjoyed it so much that she didn't even want to return to normal! Jamie laid there, until she heard Kimba calling her name. The mermaid's eyes fluttered as she awoke. "Jamie, time to get a move on!" Kimba swam into Jamie's part of the reef, causing her to freak out. "No, Kimba! Don't come in!" Kimba swam in and found Jamie with a completely uncovered chest. Jamie quickly wrapped her arms around her bare breasts in an attempt to cover them. "I said not to come in! I'm naked!" Kimba sighed. "Come on, it's not like I've never seen breasts before, I happen to own some! Besides, by the end of the day you won't have them anymore anyways!"
Jamie blushed as she continued to cover herself up. "Please... Just toss me my shell-bra." Kimba shrugged her shoulders and tossed the topless mermaid her bikini.
Destiny of Four Prologue (REFERENCES TO BIRTH)
Destiny of Four Prologue
She paced in the forest, far beyond the limits of the clan camp. (Starclan, why? Why did you let her become leader and do all of this? The clans are doomed! No cat will stop her! She kills any in her path!) The tortoiseshell glanced up to the sky furiously, only to stop as she saw something. Her tail twitched unnaturally before she looked down toward her paws. "I see, Starclan. Thank you."
"Flowerheart's kitting!" "The leader's nieces and nephews are coming!" "Where's Morningleaf when you need her?"
Morningleaf re-entered camp to that. "SHUSH! I am here now!" She hurried into the nursery, shoving several warriors aside as she did, including Flowerheart's mate, Rootfang. Green eyes scanned a brown tabby. "How far apart are the contractions?" Flowerheart gasped out "a few momentS!" She yowled as one kit slid out. The medicine cat bent over the kit and sniffed it. "A gray tom." She waited for the next one and gave Flowerheart a stick to bite on. "Here comes the se
Boston's Finest Heist: Chapter TwoChapter Two
I sat in the living room with Kaitlyn at my side. It was about noon, the usual time we awoke. Duncan had left to go have lunch with Kate. They usually broke up and dated again a good two times per week.
“I still can’t believe that was last year…” I muttered, glancing at the sky-line.
Kaitlyn went cold with fear, unable to move.
“Yea…” She responded.
The door opened and Duncan ran in, heading towards his bedroom. Kate stood at the door with her arms crossed, glancing at us.
I turned around and glanced at Kate.
“You do know what happened between Duncan and I, right?” I questioned.
Her eyes widened and she looked over at me.
“What…?” She responded with a question.
“I b-bet you won’t d-do it!” Kaitlyn slurred with a smirk.
I glanced at Duncan with a half smile.
“How long d-do we have…?” I questioned
Transformaween (Choose Your Own TF!)It was Halloween, and you found yourself venturing through the neighborhoods once more. The night was full of kids, teenagers, and even adults in various costumes. The night was filled with a spectacular amount of color and energy, and you found yourself drawn to the unyielding atmosphere. You weren't scared of any fowl creatures that may happen across you this night, but little did you know of what you might become. As you ventured into that misty Halloween night, you happened across a whole neighborhood you had never been to. It was named "Changes Boulevard". It was a strange name for a street, but little you know you had been caught and had been drawn into the Sirge Zone.
As you walk down this neighborhood, you can't help but feel a sense of imposing danger. The full-moon floats high in the night sky, a symbol of mystery... And transformation. It's a night where anything can happen, and most of it will be happening to you. Can you escape this neighborhood with your human form intact
Breaking Hope Fanfiction InformationSo this crossover fanfiction is gonna be about FNAP and MLP (my next gen) in the matter of fandoms. It's going to be sad and deep... PREPARE YOURSELVES
Stealth (FNAF OC)
Dusklight Twinkle (MLPNG)
Bright Shine (MLPNG)
Speedy (FNAF OC)
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria Owner/Boss
Solar Light (MLPNG)
Sonic Zoom (MLPNG)
Prism Dash (MLPNG)
The Princess and the Catfish
The following short story is based on a tumblr post by futuregroupie: "a disney movie where the princess meets her prince online"
But it’s the Internet: so the princess was pretending to be a young male servant, and the prince was pretending to be the princess.
The princess was known as “mysterious” and cold because she had never appeared in public. In reality, she was self-conscious because she wasn’t “princess-pretty” so she avoided the public and didn’t have any official/validated social media accounts where the lack of pictures would be painfully obvious.
The prince was from a young, progressive kingdom, and had initially set up the accounts as place holders for the mysterious princess so that someone couldn’t use them to impersonate her and ruin her reputation, and ultimately his re
PMD-U - Silent EchoHUNTERS GUILD: Silent Echo
Date Joined: Sept. 17, 2014
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Quick Tempered
Gender: Female Age: 16 Years
Strength: 3 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 3 +2 Charisma: 1
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Dark -> Intelligence
Ice Shard - Sai's Egg Move, she rarely uses it, as it takes a lot of her energy and strength. To do so, she draws in the cold air around her, and makes one icicle-sword, rather than multiple shards of ice.
Feint Attack - Sai disappears while in motion, her shadow disappears as well. She sneaks up behind a Pokemon and reappears, before slashing out at them.
Icy Wind - Rather than the normal 'breath' move, Sai's Icy Wind attack is formed by concentrating on the cold aro
PromHer nickname is Jezzy. I had no idea. I guess I don't really know anything much except that I want to know. She's one of those girls who wants to hide her anything that makes people look at her twice, so it seems. The last guy who had her might've been something like her, he had her and told her he didn't like her singing voice, her art, her music. He tried to hide her beautiful pieces, maybe to keep holding onto her. That's no reason.
It doesn't matter I suppose, she digs other guys more than me...which I would let slide, if I could just do one thing.
I'm not kidding myself that I want to do more than this, but of all things I could give her, this one seems to fit the best. Its dressing up in a tux for her, telling some of her friends to fuss over her so she's late but in a group kind of way, putting the corsage on her hand, and taking pictures she can look back on and smile. Its paying for the bill at dinner and returning any mon
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