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
styrofoam platein a room dressed in their sunday best
i was glad for the styrofoam plate
it kept the soggy casserole
served by neighbors bustling in our kitchen
from soaking thru onto fingers and thighs
as we mingled in the front parlour
it didn't collapse under the piles
of aunt paula's tuna surprise
or aunt betty's ambrosia fruit salad
that's the one with the little marshmallows
the styrofoam plate remained unbent
as small talk and murmurs
swirled around the room
and face after face passed in front of me
the styrofoam plate let me shake hands
and offer one armed hugs
i didnt mind their tear stained cheeks
but if one more person says to me
"let me know if there is anything i can do"
...i'm glad that at least the plate was strong
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
Thank You Black Veil Brides
Thank you for starting drama
Thank you for sharing lies
Thank you for tearing your fans in two
and making them chose sides
Just because the fans weren't forced to decide
Doesn't mean that they won't fight
Who are they to judge the truth?
Only you know who's wrong and right
This problem has caused fans pain
and hearts are going to break
All I can do is just hope and pray
You will fix it before it's too late
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
Warrior Cats Poem
WARNING CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!
NOTE:NO ONE HAS ANY PERMISSION TO USE THIS POEM!
Should have know from the start
That this would fall apart
I just want to get away
But I hurt you everyday
Deep in my soul
I know I can't let you go
Nothing is clear
Were living in fear
I see the signs
In the night skies
Trying to make out the words
As they try to be heard
Deep in the forest we must fight
For what we believe is right
Leaders are granted nine lives
While the rest of us must fight to survive
Because if we all die
It's the end of our time
Following the code
That everyone knows
We train our young
Under the sun
To protect everyone
Until we're done
Tigerclaw tries to lead us into a trap
Which we may never come back
He brings many deaths
And it ends in a mess
We had to join the clans
To take a stand
Against the vicious BloodClan
Chased off their territory
In such a hurry
But its not the end of this clan's story
Running off into the unknown
So long ago
They found a new home
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
The only one to save herShe was terrified by the idea he could be the only one to save her.
He was terrified by the idea he could be the only one to save her.
This would kill his hope.
EragonEragon was raised without mother or father,
But to him it wasn't that much of a bother.
He found a stone when in the Spine,
Little did he know that it was a great sign.
But the king got wind of what had become,
And Eragon knew he couldn't succumb.
The egg soon hatched, and a dragon was born,
He told not his family, for they would have sworn.
The Ra'zac soon came, in search of the pair,
But to their dismay, the two were not there.
Angered, the Ra'zac reeked hell on his house,
While Eragon hid with his friend, like a mouse.
He dug for his uncle, and Saphira helped too,
But, they discovered, there was nothing to do.
With Saphira the dragon, he and Brom fled,
While deep in his heart, the boy mourned for the dead.
The bard taught Eragon things he shouldn't have known,
If he had been just a storyteller alone.
Brom, he determined, was not as he thought,
But friendships like that, he couldn't have bought.
They bought horses and raced of to find a safe town,
But search high or low, one couldn't
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