My mind is corrupted
by the idea of ideals
The mirror deceives
as guilty seeds grow
A hypocrite in mind
naive in to the bone
I feel like I'm out of focus
Standing by the riverside
Watching day by day fade by, so agonising slow
I feel like I'm underwater
Drowning in the deep
Unable to get a grip, as time slip away above me
I feel like I'm the leaf
Chasing in the wind
Living in the moment, taking nothing for granted
Death BreathThis is not guidance or help
But take my advice
Stop the stupid fight
No inferior dies
The hunger of the broken-hearted
The hunger of the broken-hearted.
He found her broken-hearted.
So he gave her his to mend.
It was all so very good meant.
But his heart was never true.
And when he finally left her,
She had not only cracks left,
But a fresh hole in her chest.
Desperately needing comfort,
She stole the hearts of others.
Finding some peace for a while,
Before the hunger came back,
And drove her to toss it away
To find a new and sweet one.
The hunger of the broken-hearted.
The shadows are whispering
The innocent words that to
The unfaithful soul becomes
The cruel but unspoken truth
Play one more time
the song we played
way back in the days
When life was fun
and time infinite
We spoke no bad
we were innocent
and always so naive
Take me back there
let me be naive again
even if just a moment
The keys are dusty
the melody rusty
From a lost time
were kids were
but innocent kids
With only one colour
Will I paint the world
All in blue shades
All in creme white.
Because we are all one
United and equal
No differences to tell us apart
The dream of us all
Being all as one
United and strong
What would it be
If there where more
colours to see?
A world in a mess
Not one alike the other
If yellow and green
And not red and red
Went hand in hand
What would happen
To the perfect clan?
We should all be alike
A copy of one and another
Not painted differently
Alien to one and other
We should be made
The same altogether
Not formed by strangers
Sickly obsessed with her body
She stands by the shattered mirror
Praising her hateful body
As she decorate it with another red line
SMIH ONE PIECE INTRO
The straw hats had held another large feast after yet another amazing adventure. All of their friends had gathered from across the many Seas to attend this party. The food, was naturally delicious, and the drink flowed freely while music from Brook played long, and loudly. The atmosphere with this large group of both Pirates and a few Marines alike was uncanny and would rarely, if ever happen again in the near future.
Suddenly there was a clinking sound coming from the midst of the large crowd. The laughter and chatter quieted down to hear what the announcer had to say. A certain blond pirate with a swirly eyebrow and a cigarette stood and took a puff before he spoke.
"Never have I seen so many of our friends in one place before, so, I'd like to propose a toast to our friendship." Sanji began as he raised a red wine glass.
Everyone picked up their drinks as they gave Sanji their undivided attention.
"Whether we met on the battlefield, or through Luffy-'' (A small riot of chuckles at th
Is she Mary Sue? Clarifying Mary Sue
So, I realize that everyone has heard of Mary Sue characters, but the thing that bothers me is that Mary has never really been as clarified as she could be. Girls go around crying Mary Sue at every character with long pink hair, then go and create even worse Mary Sue characters in the false illusion that they're making nonMary Sue characters (or even anti-Sues) when in fact they're doing the opposite. Allow me to explain how this seems to happen.
First of all the term "Mary Sue" desperately needs to be clarified to these people, so this brings us to the very important question: What IS a Mary Sue?
At least everyone can agree on one thing. Mary Sues are characters that are so perfect it's annoying.
But. What do they mean by perfect? Everyone has different ideas of that, naturally. Unfortunately, this is how many fanfiction (and other) writers make their biggest mistakes.
When you hear the name Mary Sue what pops up in your mind? A be
darling, darling. i.
you were in my
darling. i felt you in my
d a r l i n g, and when i awoke i thought
that it was
and you were yelling and
asking me where you were, where
you had been, the worst part
was that i
couldn't answer you. in all
of your anger,
you were still the one person
whose name stung my
you were in my
part of me wishes that you
my mother told me that people
would often break your heart
if you loved them too
much, so i guess that just
this is my fault after
but now i am high
thinking of last winter and how
i spent it
with you, and how i am
doing it again this
SMIH ONE PIECE Coby
"I think this game's gone rather well so far!" Sanji swooned, "So who's next?" You stepped forward and accepted the challenge like a brave pirate that you were. You confidently put your hand into the bag and grabbed the first thing you felt. It was a head bandanna, a pink one with greenish flowers on it. You had seen some kid wearing this bandana before the game, but you couldn't quite place the face or name. You turned towards the crowd and yelled, "Who's hair net?" You heard snickering from the guys until a tall man with broad shoulders and pink hair stepped forward to claim his item. It was the Marine Captain, Coby.
"That's my bandana." he stated calmly, a slight blush feathering his cheeks. Oh you were gonna have so much fun with this kid! He was just to easy to mess with! A devilish smirk grew on your face as you draped the bandana around Coby's neck and pulled him close to you. Making his pink blush turn deep crimson. "Well come on, Mister Marine Captain. Show me what you got!" w
I wish I would just die.
That I would run out of power.
That the other's would just stop torturing me.
That the other's would just destroy me and all my parts.
I don't belong here.
I'm an outcast.
A nice guard to play with!
Maybe this time I'll gain a friend!
But where'd you go?
All I see is the leader.
I hide out of fear and come back to see you again!
I want to play!
I steal your torch to start a game!
But what's the matter?
You look terrified, Mr. Guard.
Are you alright?
You're staring at me with those big round eyes.
Trying to talk, I think?
Suddenly, blood splatters the walls as the teeth of a certain one sinks into your brain.
It's my fault.
The one turns around and grins at me.
"Not bad." he says.
I stare at the bloody guard.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
I make a whimpering sound.
The one stares at me.
"Ya wuss" he sneers.
All I wanted was a friend.
stop ruining autumn.listen:
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged hole.
he put a lit candle inside, and we watched it flicker, illuminating the raw edges.
"what is it supposed to be?" i asked him, taking his hand.
"my heart," he said definitively.
like an afterthought.
after that i was too afraid to carve my pumpkin at all.
the leaves changed, or maybe he changed, or maybe i was b
tremorscurled over a porcelain mouth, i let my dinner fall out.
it's 9:33 p.m. and i think about saturday,
when rain hit the pavement like firecrackers,
the sky darker than the shadows behind the shower curtain.
i know there's a spider burrowed between those plastic folds.
funny thing about deep spaces; they feel better
when they're stuffed full. i think about how your fingertips
made my skin feel soft and breakable, how your tongue was warm,
about how my legs wouldn't stop shaking and you laughed, whispering,
well, there's this experience known as an aftershock.
hands clutching cold tile, water coming in spurts
from the faucet, i pretend that no one can hear me and bend my spine.
my thighs are still splotchy and red from bathing and jade green bruises
polka-dot my kneecaps.
sometimes i do things i don't think i should.
i've gotten used to
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
in such a chasmic city
who could suppress this poetic seizure?—
interstate shadows amble away
from their owners with every passing second
eternal midnight’s a roadtrip away
in regurgitated vehicles
we scrabble for nine-month redemption
and in the trunk we lock up turbulent tabloids
and environmental brochures we pretended to read
and we build our nests
in the heartbeats between skyscrapers
valet parking intervenes with caution
but is no less obscene for it
and for all the concerned faces
the ecosystem still falls prey to the hungry egosystem—
a lattice of vanity scrawling its signature
i’ve been pacing
the same gasping streets
thinking about predestination and how many times
i’ve got to wake up before i rise
and i’ve been searching everywhere
for a rabbit hole
to fall into
in the end i decided to dig my own
so i slipped thru the city’s ribcage
struck straight into the serene heart of Central Park
only to drown again