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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?
EBC: Shani and Adin RP - Walk in the Woods
Shani stood and stretched, favoring her right forepaw. It still hurt, but not nearly as bad anymore.. It was more sore than anything. It was still early. Not very many cats were around.
She decided to creep away to be by herself. Shani liked being around all the different cats, but it was a bit overwhelming for her just to jump right in and be social. She was use to only travelling with one or two other cats, so around FIFTY was a bit much to take in.
Looking around, the young cat sneaked across the clearing, walking as nonchalantly as a cat her size could. Sitting down and turning her head, she made sure no cats were watching her, trying not to look too suspicious. They had such strange rules that Shani did not quite understand yet. The cats were all uptight.. well.. most of them at least. She heard stories about hunters from the human empires. She just barely remembered her life back when she use to live with her parents and brother in the colosseum. It was all very ha
EBC: Judas and Ventus RP - Troublesome Twins
Ventus woke up and yawned. He walked out of the apprentice den, and stretched. He sneezed, and lay down on the ground.
Jude walked out into the sunlight. He peered out toward the city, taking it all in. He was now a part of the hunters.. What a huge accomplishment! He was thrilled! Today was going to be different. He was a part of the champion's group now. Inside, he was doing flips. Outside, he was cool and calm. You couldn't tell he was excited from looking at him.
He looked over and saw his younger brother, Ventus. The silvery grey cat stretched and sneezed in the sunlight, then lay on the ground. Jude smirked at him. Good thing.. my brother made it with me.. what would have happened to him if he had not joined the hunters?.. Well, now I can watch over him. No one can separate us!
Jude sauntered over to where Ven lay. As he passed by him, he gave Ven a sharp, kick to the rump with his back foot. "Get up you lazy Hunter. We
ESTO - The Game. Rules of the game.ESCAPE THE SEXUAL OFFENDERMAN the game
About the Game
Escape the Offenderman is the board game. A main purpose is to get from The Party to The House. It's not simple though. The Sexual Offenderman is in town and he's going to catch and bang you as many times as he can. He can be everywhere, so watch out.
1. All Players start from The Party space.
2. Players roll the dice ONCE for a turn. 6 on the dice doesn't mean that you can roll again.
3. Players can move their pawn in every direction they want.
4. The very first rolling of the dice is The Smexy's Choice (more below)
5. After every 3 turns The Smexy's Choice is changing by rolling the dice.
6. After every 5 turns Players draw from The Banging Spot Cards (more below)
7. After drawing any of The Cards you put your card back to the others so it can be drawn again.
8. If you decided to move in some direction and during shifting your pawn you realised that you shoulde have moved in the other one – it's too late. You cann
Simian Siren (Fiji Mermaid TG TF)Ah... What a relaxing day. I'm honestly glad I came down to the beach today, despite the circumstances. Being a monkey-man, I usually can't be out in the sun for that long. I get cooked alive in this fur! Luckily, I brought my special beach umbrella with me to shield myself from the heat. I had come here with a reptilian friend of mine, Scott Fraser, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. Then again, lizards are much more adjusted to the heat than monkeys. The black-scaled lizard swimming in the waters as I watched from the shore. After a while, he swam over to me. "Uh... Dude, aren't you going to hop in? The water's fine!" He smiled as he tried to coax me into the waters. I shook my head and frowned in response. "I'm sorry, but I can't! This sun is going to melt me, especially with all this fur on! You'll have to go on your own, man."
He hung his head as he threw body back into the water. "Come on, man. This was your idea! Geez, I wish you'd just get in the water and enjoy the sun..."
Head-Cases: Greek Delight (Sphinx Head-Swap TG)I had to prove them that I wasn't a coward, I had to prove that I can take chances and live life the way I wanted! My friend always teased me for never taking any chances with anything, but today was the day I would prove them wrong! You see, I had a heard a rumor about a strange hypnotherapist who lives in his office. His name was Dr. Headape, which is a bizarre last name for any normal person to have. Apparently, his abilities don't involve hypnosis at all, but actual magic. He can supposedly use his powers to make a person swap heads with an animal and it has been said that he has an unnatural appearance. When I booked this appointment, I had no idea on what I was getting myself into.
I arrived at the office for my 8:30 appointment, and was greeted by a rather normal looking secretary. "Hello there. You must be Sam, please take a seat." So far the only weird thing about this office was the fact that the secretary wasn't an angry old lady. I sat down on a comfortable chair for about
information. Academy. My Worlds.advice 12♦♥♣♠Собирая по осколкам♦♥♣♠
раса - тауширцы, являются основным населением.
Богов-хранителей мира называют - Мёльво.
Team SoulSight -written- Application EXPLORERS GUILD: [SoulSight]
Date Joined: 7/29/14
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Alert to sounds
Gender: Male Age: 485
Ability: Flash Fire
Strength: 3 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 3 Charisma: 1+2
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: [Fire] -> [Charisma+2]
Hidden power (ghost)
-Characteristic: SomeWhat stubborn
Gender: Male Age: about 32
Strength: 4 Agility: 1
How to play... a LasombraOh gawd
Okay, first, spoiler alert, the Sabbat's not really my thing.
I begun playing when Revised edition came out (but I read a good deal of 1st and 2nd editions) and the Sabbat, well, they shouldn't be even "playable". I mean, it's like playing the barbarians in GoT, you have such amazingness and you go with the other side :/
The Sabbat, as a "mechanic", was created in a very odd way ; first they were the "other group, the antagonists", and then the authors expanded on it idea at the time, and so it ended up being some other organization that wasn't written with a clear idea in mind, just adding a bunch of groups together.
It's really hard to make a proper sense of it. Like French Grammar.
No seriously, the Sabbat can be really interesting to play in, the politics and mechanics can be brought to life with some work, but you'll first have to sort the bullshit from the rest (defining what's the bullshit is another job on its own!).
This guy summed up my
Top 10 characters I want to see in Sonic BoomGreetings folks! I am V-202 Davva, but feel free to call me Davva. It is time for my first ever countdown list.
When Sonic Boom was announced, there’s one question on some fans minds. Who else will appear in this new cartoon series? So while we wait for Sonic Boom to arrive, I’d thought it would be fun for me to make a countdown list about what Sonic characters I would like to appear in this new spin-off series.
Here are the rules for this countdown list:-
1) SEGA Sonic characters only – NO characters from other media are allowed
2) It’s my opinion, please respect it
I’ll do my very best to explain why I want them and what ideas would work for them in this universe, as best as I can. I’ll also provide some links to any fan art that I’ve found. So without further a due, it’s time to start the countdown!
NUMBER 10: TEAM CHAOTIX/THE CHAOTIX CREW
Let’s get a few characters that’ll most likely to appear, out of the way. Sinc
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
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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