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I will not bend to you.I will not be the one to waver this time.
Although my strength will not last long,
and I will eventually break,
I will not bend to you.
I will do what is right this time.
The proper way.
And only then will I come to you
but not for forgiveness,
because I did nothing wrong.
I will come to you to see if our friendship is as true as you say it is.
If it is, then we have no problem,
but if it's not then I will not apologise.
I will not beg.
I have my family here for me
for when it does hit me,
and even if we are friends still, I will not come to you for help.
My family have been at my back since it began.
They will be my rock.
Go AwayIt wont stop.
Why wont it stop?
I thought things were supposed to get better.
But it still hurts.
More for me to destroy.
I can't stop.
I don't mean to be this way.
I tried to get better.
But I'm still hurting you.
Run while you still can.
It hurts so bad
Right in my heart.
But I will smile for you.
Because you are happy.
Finally you are happy again.
Home.It's a lingering feeling on the egde of my memory, about to tip and be lost forever.
I don't want it to go, but I can't quite catch it.
I have no sense of belonging.
Maybe if I vanished for a long time, then came back, everything would be right again.
No one would remember me and I would be able to start again.
Start all over.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Be able to build my home from scratch.
The place that I would belong.
Instead of it lying, crumbled and broken around me.
I just want to go home.
I don't know where it is anymore.
I just want to belong.
MotherThe most heart wrenching thing in the world.
Is hearing someone cry, with all their heart, for their mother.
But what's worse is when you know,
their mother can never call back their name.
That she'll never be there to hold their hand.
Wipe their tears.
Or whisper "I love you" as they fall asleep.
Rikku Meme1) Choose one of your own characters (OC).
2) Make them answer the following questions.
3) Then tag three people.
4) Feel free to add some questions of your own.
1) What gender are you?
Rikku: Female. Duh.
2) What is your age?
3) Do you want a hug?
Rikku: Come near me and I'll shoot yer face off.
4) Do you have any bad habits?
Rikku: Shooting people and drinking too much. And speeding.
5) What is your favorite food?
Rikku: Apples. Or pizza. Either or. Never mixed. Ew.
6) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?
7) Are you a virgin?
Rikku: I'm not allowed to answer that one, my sister will kill me.
8) Have you killed anyone?
Rikku: Who hasn't?
9) Do you hate anyone?
Rikku: I dislike Scarlet. She does my tits in. And Jake. And Bill.
10) Do you have any secrets?
11) What is your favorite season?
Rikku: Summer, I can work on my bike all day.
12) Who is your best friend(s)?
Rikku: I'm not sure.. Does Nightingale count? Or Tequilakage. My drinking bu
Why Love Is A Four Letter WordLet me tell you why "love" is
A four letter word
Its so people will overuse it
So they'll say "love"
Every other time they speak
(A secret plot to replace "that")
So it doesn't sound weird
Like an unpronounceable rumble
Of letters for every time
You feel the need to repeat
And repeat, those four letters.
("I love love love snickers"
Heard that sentence way too many times)
So we'll be confused by it
So easily replacing two letters
Changing "Like" to "Love"
With a flick of the tongue
So we'll adore the simplicity
Of the word that so easily spoken
Can define the thousands of emotions
We feel for each other
So it can be similar
To the words that are so
Easily birthed from it
Like "hope" and "need"
So we won't forget it
Like we sometimes forget
The smaller things about each other
Or even the larger things,
But those four letters
Will stay in our memories
And on our tongues.
"Love" is a four letter word
Because while nothing can define
They way that I feel for you
They way your ey
A Ghost Ship Named 'TITANIC'
The new ship sails by me, callous with behavior cruel,
Churning up the blackening waves, racing through night's cool.
Paying not a bit of heed to me waiting by,
Who watches their every move with a disapproving eye.
They know who I am, they do know my name,
But they sail by me in haughty manner all the very same.
They think I am an old girl, and therefore are not wise,
True, I may be old, but I do not speak of lies.
Those ships would learn a lot from me if they merely heard,
What I could tell them in a few and simple words.
I will tell you new ships what I know in my very heart,
Listen closely to me, and my words shall never part:
My decks were long and pleasurable, filled with a gentle breeze,
I was once the most beautiful on all seven seas.
People laughed aboard my decks, stood upon my bow,
But, that moment was so long ago, no one is on me now.
No one gazes out my windows,
No one sweeps down my elegant stairs,
No lady st
Don't Judge Me...I wake up,
I never sleep.
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe.
I move my lips,
I never speak.
Broken pipes that never leak.
I open eyes,
I cannot see.
I spire thoughts,
I cannot teach.
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen.
Tortured souls that cannot glisten.
I just wanted to tell you something, so please listen to me and no one else.
I love you.
I look up to you.
I think you're nice.
I think you're great.
I think you're smart.
I think you're sweet.
I think you're pretty.
I think you're talented.
I think you're unique.
I think you're awesome.
I think you're inspiring.
I think you're awe-inspiring.
I think you're different.
There is only one JUST like YOU, and that is worth something.
I think you're beautiful.
I think you're hot.
I think you're funny.
I think you're elegant.
I think you're normal.
I think you're special.
I think you're interesting.
I think you underestimate yourself too much.
You shouldn't, 'cause I say so.
I think you're strong.
I think you're weird but in a funny way.
That is what I like about you, you're different.
I think you're true.
I do not think you're false.
I do not think you're a bad person because of pounds.
Your weight doesn't determine your worth.
That is who you are.
You're MORE than good enough.
Love CrisisFor so long I have been in denial
never seeing the truth in my blind eyes
but I wish I could have a retrial
when all I think about is you and that's when I cry.
I remember our silly talks
how happy I felt when I made you laugh
but I didn't know our time was ticking like a clock
and I was walking on broken glass.
You had been hurt before so the trust had been broken
and my love felt like a token that I should have never spoken.
When all I want is to be in your arms again
I wish I could start over and let this love begin.
When it rains I think of the pain
and all the rumors that made me look vain
made you mad and run away when I only wanted you to stay
as I feel my life start to fray.
For so long I was in denial of love
never wanting to admit that it was true
but when you left and I wanted to redo
you left and the pain was to much to even shove.
Depressing DarknessI take a glance,
At the scars on my wrists.
They tell me,
It doesn't have to be like this.
I want to talk,
To let it out.
But nobody is there to listen,
Even when I scream and shout.
Depression is dark,
So speak up.
Before it takes you away,
And covers you up.
Mirrorthe silver toned glass,
glazed with steam and dust,
this bitter illusion i call a life,
plays its shadowed reflection before me,
the sinking torment of humanity,
laid bare before my eyes,
and how this reflection haunts me,
eyes glassed over and empty,
gazing out from the cracks,
chalky skin and scraggly hair,
the bitter visage of a dead man,
and no where to go,
the sinking feeling of my chest,
the drowning torment of my heart,
the cacophonous laughter of its beating,
a lonely joke,
and i ask this shallow reflection,
am i not the loneliest of all?
A Known DemiseA heart made of black granite stone
pain chiseled to the marrow of my bones
years and hopeless hours of misery shown
with a shattered broken throne.
What contempt can be heard
when the tears in your eyes are hopelessly blurred
feeling like a hopeless caged bird,
when you try to forget the pain until your words become slurred.
I'm here again in this broken home that I named pain
with no smiles or laughs that could have been gained
when it pours down on you with crystal rain
while your shackled in stained rustic chains.
In pieces I crawl to the remnant ashes of my heart
with the past that crawled to me knowing it took part.
I would try with a mutter to find help, to call
but no matter how I tried I would slip off my sanity and fall.
I tried so hard trying to make it on my own
to trap everyone out through my walls of cobblestone
but it only seemed to rip my wounds making me feel alone
with love that I only harshly would postpone.
Almost at the edge I walk in pieces carrying my ashes
DrowningYou really have no idea,
How you broke me,
Lying to me for all those months,
About how you felt.
Letting me pour my heart out to you,
That you're my first love,
All I ever wanted,
For my whole life,
You let me fall,
Deeper and deeper under your spell,
Taking my heart,
And crushing it in your palm,
Only took one lie.
You used me,
I was nothing,
Just a back up plan,
To boost your ego,
And make you feel good,
While your heart belonged to her.
I thought you were saving me,
Throwing the lifeline that I needed,
To survive my fucked up life,
But the whole time,
You were dragging me down,
Deeper and deeper underneath the ocean,
Trying to see how far I could go,
Before I drowned.
Now I'm drowning,
My tears mixing with the water around me,
Drawing the sharks nearer,
It's only a matter of moments,
Before they snap.
Killing me.I've felt heart break before.
There's so many different kinds.
When someone close dies.
It's like a part of you dies with them.
When a friend walks out of your life.
It's like a part of you left with them.
But the worst kind I've ever felt.
Is watching you with them.
I get it though.
I don't love me.
And that's how I understand why you don't either.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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