YourselfYou cannot be one way one day and be another the next.You should only be the one way you know best: yourself.
Climbing and FallingIt is hard to keep climbing this complex ladder called life...When we keep falling in the end.
Just speakin whats on my mind...I am human and because I am human things bother me.I try to be strong and bold but sometimes life is hard.
BiasThere is a lot of bias in the world.What we believe to be right is suddenly wrong...We are wrong for being upset at what is said to us.We are wrong for trying to be kind.We are wrong for trying to be fair.And at a moments notice we are made the enemy.It is okay to insult or say something mean about what means a lot to us...But when one defends it, it is wrong and unjustifiable.Then the one who defends what they believe in is suddenly made "the bad person".I laugh at the irony of the world sometimes.The way it works astonishes me.
Untitled No one ever wants hear the cry of a sufferer.They only heed the lying tongue of a deciever.
Emotional FacadeI shut down when I get upset.Erase the drawn on smile off my face.I get tired of all the pretending.I just want to move on from all of this...
UntitledIt does not take much for me to get sorely offended..
KarmaThe human race is an unpredictable lot.People do things to people thinking that it is going to hurt them when in all reality, they only end up hurting themselves.Karma can either be a beautiful thing or a blistering nightmare.Be careful how you interact with others and be cautious of the actions you take.Your actions determine what karma will be greeting you.Treat others generously, karma will embrace you.Make a wrong move, karma will despise and curse you.It is the way of life.
I am feeling exceptionally ranty today wow... Too nice and subtle...When I am treated unfairly and harsh.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
PeridotI know you're scared,And I know you're blue.But, trust me.I won't hurt you.It's no secretThat you hate my friends,The Crystal Gems.You think they're a menace,Something to fear.But, I promise you.You're safe here.They won't hurt you,Because you can't hurt them.I wish it wasn't like that.I don't want to hurt you,I want to be your friend.I've come to noticeThat Homeworld doesn't know love.They think Garnet's an abomination,And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.When really, they're just Gems,Like you and everyone else.They want to do good for the world.They just see from a different perspective,Just like you.Earth isn't bad.Sure, some things can hurt you,And some people are mean.But, it's a beautiful place,At least from what I've seen.You must feel trappedWithout your toolsTo keep you fromLosing your cool.But, you don't need themTo be yourself.You'll do just as goodAs anybody else.Peridot, please.Just please understand me.I've felt fear
Useful skillIt is a useful skillTo fake a smileTo put on a maskGiving others the lieThe sweet delusionThat you're OKThat you're happyBut don't let that maskNo matter how usefulBecome your true faceFor it is betterTo face the hardshipsAnd conquer themThan to lose your identityOn behalf of a lieEven if it is temptingEven if it is seductiveIt's still a lie
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..-Choose 10 of your OC's-Answer the questions-Then tag 3 people---184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.9.10.---1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?11.) Everyone gat
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,Familiar as I grew;It housed the rise of manyAnd saw the doom of few.Never did I stop to thinkOf those that came before;All I saw was my own path,My own tracks on the floor.And now I see it once againIts age making it new,Strangers faces alienThe air of nineties, too.I stood there when they tore it down,Laughing with my friends.Not once did I stop to mournThe era come to end.
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
an atheist's prayerdear god,i planted no tulips in autumnand no tulips came in spring.how silly of me, thento mourn the empty garden,to long for fields of amsterdam,to kneel at night in cold dirt,hands folded.i’ve learned there isa certain ache in lackinga thing never had, that small itchwhose relief is two seasons past –so god, if you can hear me,know that i am homesickfor amsterdam,whose name, like yours, i knowbut whose flowers i cannot see.
This PoemThis poem is lame; This poem is strange.It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.This poem is red; This poem is green.This poem is all of the colours not in-between.Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.Why are you reading? Why don't you write?Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?It's activity to pass the unbearable night.Fight through the terror; Don't try and be brave.Finish this poem and my spirit be raised.But pay no attention to what my words say,this poem is lame; this poem is strange.
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.