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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
person 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?
Sonadow Love CH Finale pt 1 (Sonic p.o.v)
'I don't like the feeling of this what is she going to do to me'I thought in my head "Um Blaze where are we going?" I asked trying to get some answer out of her "Don't worry we're almost there" she said with a wide grin on her face that spelled out evil. After a while of walking she lead me to a dark section of the school where the classroom looked abandon and there was dust almost everywhere. Finally we stopped in front of a broom closet "I need your help carrying something" she said and held the door opened for me to walk in. Taking the bait I walked in the closet only to have the door slammed close behind me and Blaze on the other side of the door. "I can't believe you fell for that" I heard her laughing with another voices with her. I ran to the door and tried to open it finding that it was locked, "Let me out Blaze!1" I yelled banging o
Cooler Than Me: Rebel! Rocker!Reader X Various Cooler than Me
_______________________________ His Point Of View_______________________________
There she was. God she’s beautiful, stunning, simply amazing. Her [H/C] hair blew in the wind behind her, the scent of her obnoxiously smelly perfume on the breeze. I wish she would notice me, just look at me!! But I don’t even get a second glance. I hate it, I hate it so much. I’m the best thing she could ever have, and she doesn’t even know!
Everyone wants her though, all the “bad” guys want her. Her [E/C] eyes were framed with thick black eyeliner, her perfect nose was adorned with a metal hoop, and I was pretty sure she had a tongue piercing too. She had on tight skinny jeans that hugged every curve of her lower half. On top she had a low cut V-neck tee with a picture of [Your Favorite Band Here]. Studded combat boots complemented the look, along with the studded belt and chocker. Her [H/L]
Circus Act: As Slippery As A Seal (Seal TF)
The circus is a place that I don't go to very often, and for good reason. I always hated the unethical treatment of animals that a circus normally portrays. Because of this, I downright despised the circus. That was until I heard about a special circus that moved into town, a circus that treats animals with respect. In fact, a site lists the "Swapping Circus" as one of the most ethical establishments in the country. I was a little confused by the title of said circus; I had no clue what a "Swapping Circus" is. This circus intrigued me, never before had I heard such good things about a circus. I decided to check this place out for myself; I wanted to see if this place was really as humane as I was lead to believe. I love animals, and I can't bear to see them harmed or mistreated in any way. So, I was hoping that this circus was really legit.
I arrived at the circus halfway through the afternoon, and was let in without needing a ticket. I was surprised by the free admission rule, but mor
R O X YName: Roxy Mae Stanton
Sexual Orientation: Hetro/Demisexual
Relationship Status: Taken <3
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Same as Rori's
Hair: Blonde and wavy.
Features: nose pierced and lip. Plugs in each ear like Rori.
Personality: she's sorta shy and is kinda reserved which is a surprised to some people. She likes to have fun though. Doesn't like to be sad even though it happens sometimes. She likes to be loved and to love back.
Pointers: she's basically always the same but can get nervous in intimate situations.
J U D EName: Judas Frederick "Amsel" McGee
Sex: MtF Transexual
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Married <3
Weight: 132 lbs
Eyes: Bright Blue
Features: Has Jackson's name tattooed over his heart on his chest and a black cross tattooed on the left side of his neck. Has the word "Faggot" carved into his arm as a scar.
Personality: He's really energetic and doesn't mind showing off. Has the will power to make a fool of himself in public. Gets upset REALLY easy and doesn't like being called anything offensive since it stays with him.
Pointers: when he's really quiet, it means he's sad and if he's really happy when around others, it means he's pissed off at you. Faking that he's happy.
All of My CharactersI thought I could show a list of my characters, because I'm bored and I have no life. This shows in the order they were created (though it may not be 100% accurate since some of this is by memory)
All of these are characters that I still bother to use, and it's not counting the ones that are "dead" or just ditched. Such examples being Bloodfang the blue and black shark and Charz the Charizard.
Pups (Pokémon, Riolu)
Crystal (Pokémon, Riolu)
Disaster (Pokémon, Absol)
Anton (Pokémon, Absol)
Lura (Pokémon, Umbreon) Her name used to be Lurora, but I decided it would be best to simplify that name.
Wisp (Formerly a Glacieon with two other forms, but now he is just a canine)
Leo (I never really thought of what animal he could be. A fun fact about him is that he can change genders, however he is asexual or somewhere along those lines.
Sapphire (anthropomorphic dragon)
Jongup - Hug
Her shoulders were slumped forward and her head was low as she walked through the door. She drew in a quick breath with tears brimming her eye lids. Her lip trembled as she swallowed hard and let out the air with a heavy sigh. She threw her bags onto the floor as she walked deeper inside.
She sucked in another breath and held it in. She let out the air after a while and bit her lip. She listened to the noises coming from inside the bathroom and did her best to look alright.
“I didn’t know you were back.” Jongup smiled as he came out of the shower, with steam following behind him and a towel in his hands, drying his hair.
She faked a smile and forced out a laugh. “Just got back a minute ago.” She turned away quickly and brushed her hair out of her face.
Jongup’s smile faded as he inspected her from behind. “Is everything okay?”
“Hmm?” She held in her emotions. She heard his footsteps come up behind her. He placed his hand gentl
R O R IName: Rori James Stanton
Age : 17-18
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Taken <3
Weight: 145 lbs
Eyes: Naturally green. Now black and green. The pupils turn red when he's angry and the whole eyes turn black if he tastes blood or is saddened by something.
Hair: naturally blonde. He dyes it.
Features: Has freckles. Snake bite piercings and ear priecings; plugs in each ear. Has scars on his arms and legs. Operator sign cut into his neck and right bicep. The word "VAMPIRE" carved into his chest.
Personality: Rori is a typical dumbass. He isn't the smartest but can have some very sensible things to say. He is one of those people who over reacts over things. He's FETs sad easy, not that he doesn't have a reason to be when he does. He also can be flirty. Which turns some people off from him. He also doesnt like when people are upset at him. It hurts him.
Pointers during RPs or something: when he gets really shaky it means he's upset. If he'
RussiaXPrussia FanFic (part 2)((Part 2 is a little shorter because I was really tired and stuff.))
It only lasted a couple seconds. Prussia would have liked it to have lasted longer, but something standing in the doorway caught his attention. Something small, thin, and weak looking.
A little girl, about three and a half feet tall and six years old, stood trembling beside the couch. She said nothing, but she looked terrified. White hair, red eyes, pale skin. The girl noticed Gilbert was staring at her and tried to hide behind the couch arm, although she stood out plainly.
Ivan smiled at the girl, but she didn't seem capable of smiling back. He reached behind Prussia and pulled the child into his lap. "Gilbert, this is my little niece, Sadko. Say hello to Gilbert, sweetheart." She studied his face very carefully before saying hello. And that was all she said. Obviously she wanted nothing to do with him or anyone at all.
Prussia grinned, for the first time
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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