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What friends are forWhen you are sad,
I can barely manage a smile
Even then, that smile is for you
To raise your spirits
When you are excited,
I can’t help smiling brightly
At your enthusiasm
And ask you why.
When you are heartbroken,
I will stay behind and comfort you
Even though I want to smack the person
Who sealed your lovely smile
When you are unsure of yourself,
I will encourage you
Because I want you to achieve your dream
For you are very talented in that area anyway
You may sometimes be a pain,
And I know you have your quirks and faults
I will embrace them all and accept you as you are
And never once regret being by your side
How did it come to this?Me
Walking past you
As if we are strangers
Never even offering
A simple hello
We were never once
The best of friends
At one time
We truly believed that
Nothing could tear us apart
We could tell each other
Even the most sacred of secrets
We would notice and care
When the other was troubled
In the past
I felt guilty for ending
Our precious friendship
I remember that you
Started drifting away first
When you did
I felt sad and confused
I tried so hard to keep us close
You never put effort into it
Didn’t you know that
Friendships go two ways?
Understand that it had to
End over an email
I couldn’t muster enough
Courage to say it to your face?
Know that it hurt when you made it
Seem like I was the only one at fault?
You didn’t see the rift
That you made between us
I got over
Am I a good friend?
Answer this truthfully,
For you know why I ask
How could I miss it?
The weak smiles
The small laughter
That mask of yours
Over the summer,
How did I forget?
To check up on you?
To ask you how you are?
I know now,
That I am not really
A good friend to you
For how does a good friend,
Miss that the other is in such pain
That they contemplate the unthinkable?
I want to tell you
That everything will work out fine
That I can relate
But I can't
Though I can tell you,
That people do care
That you will never be alone
will beare an amazing person
Banish the harmful
Thoughts from your mind
With only the most
Heart warming of thoughts
So that one day,
You can smile without pain
To give me a chance,
To become one of your great friends
VampiresWhy do we need to hide?
Why can't you understand?
Why are you so scared of us?
Because we can't digest food?
Because we drink blood?
We are no different than you are
We have the same emotions
We laugh, love, and cry
We try to live our lives to the fullest
Even in a world that sees us as monsters
Going to human schools and interacting with others
We under go painful changes to ease your worries
Grinding our fangs so we can’t suck blood from your veins
Making it so our young never taste human blood
Instead feeding them animal blood
So why are you still afraid of us?
Is it because we are different?
How we laugh when you say everyone is equal
When we know that even amongst your own kind
There are those that shun their fellow humans cause of skin color
Although the number of humans like that are supposedly decreasing
The differences in beliefs, opinion, and politics still divide your race
Humans are also fickle beings
Making the worst examples the image of a grou
SchoolGetting up is the biggest struggle
Groaning as it was still too early
Who is up before noon?
It dawns on you
The first day
Sighing as the warm comforts of
The bed slip away, to get
Ready for the day
Walking in the front door
Of another year
Fretting over the few chosen classes
How hard they were rumored to be
And how strict the teachers were
This is not the source
Of your nervousness
You're wracking your brain around
Trying to connect the dots
Of who is in your classes
Tracking down friends
Hoping for one match
No one wants to be alone in class
But you would make new friends
For what about transfer students?
The day whizzes by you
Teachers not so cruel
Will all be okay?
When you realize that you met your
Closest friends through school
Maybe it was worth all the trouble
A Sisterly FearWould you laugh at me
If I told you one of my fears
That my fear is of you
Spreading those innocent wings
Would you would scowl at me
Trying, in your eyes, to baby you
Refuse to listen to me when told
That as your older sister that it is my sole job
To protect you?
I understand that you wish
To grow up and leave flying on your
I know that you want
To leave our little nest without
But I can't help the fact
That you are very important
If while leaving you fell, I would forever feel
Guilty, for what older sibling leaves the younger
In a time of need?
So could you wait
Until I have the strength to catch you
Can you promise me that after you free,
If you are ever in any trouble, that you would
Come for me?
Could you shape my fears
Into mere worries for you as
ScarsHis scars went deep. They went to his very soul, gripped it with an unyielding force. Those were only the invisible ones, there were physical ones too.
Who knew that the infamous number one hitman, his tutor, the one who Tsuna better than he knew himself, could be so unobservant. Those scars were always painfully obvious to Tsuna, especially the ones on his arms, but Reborn never noticed, neither did Doctor Shamal. Didn't that man pride himself on being the best doctor around? Yet he never said anything, though Tsuna had other painfully obvious scars scattered on his body.
Could it be that they didn’t want to bring it up, reasoning that it was a painful memory for Tsuna? However, that doesn’t add up when Reborn is all tough love, and likes to know everything, at almost any cost.
Perhaps, you can only see the scars when you know they exist. That Reborn, Shamal, his own mother, siblings, and guardians, can't see the scars on his arms, back, or chest, because they don’t
Bullet WoundHere Tsuna was, leaning against a wall, sliding down it really, leaving a trail of his blood on it, putting pressure on a wound on his abdomen.
That is if he hadn't left home today, like his hyper intuition was trying to tell him, but Vongola Decimo isn’t allowed to skip meetings.
Here he was, bleeding out due to a bullet wound. Really, he should have, would have, dodged that one bullet.
This is if he hadn't been surrounded, and defeated by the back up the stupid Mafioso had called in. They had even brought a sniper.
Here he was, almost laughing at the situation. The Mafioso whom had surrounded him didn’t even know who he was, he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
This is until he heard about their plots to hurt Lambo. He had heard other names after Lambo's, but he didn't even compute the words as his older brother protective fury activated.
Here he was, his very life ending in a painful way. Dying due to his own selfi
FearsWhen he started this quest, with Alphonse coming along, Edward did in fact fear something.
Not of being ordered around. Who would when you are becoming a state alchemist, those who are called the 'dogs of the military'? He highly disliked this, because he knew there is a dark side to everything, and this was partly the reason he refused to have Al be one too.
Not of Al leaving the journey and going back to Resembool. Sure he would be lonely, but Alphonse would be much safer back home. Although, Al is stubborn and would come along no matter what…
Not of the philosopher's stone being a mere myth. Somewhere in his heart Ed had a small voice denying the existence of the philosopher's stone, dooming Al to be a soul in armor forever. But when did he ever listen to anything other than his immature and stubborn voice?
No, Ed was afraid of losing his path. Of becoming apathic towards other humans. Of becoming cold and unfeeling. He was scared that on the road to restoring bot
Don't Judge People Easily"Hey you!" I called out to the popular girl
"What do you want?" she hissed at me with her bratty voice
"Do you remember the girl you called fat? She's now starving herself because of you."
"So? Why would I care?" she asked
"Remember the boy you called stupid? He actually is the smartest kid in school and now you made him feel like he was stupid."
"Whatever. Your wasting my time hurry up."
"Remember the boy you made fun of his laughing? His mother died 2 days ago, and you think laughing made him better, it made him worse.
She was speechless and looking guilty with the look in her face.
"Do you remember the girl that sleeps in every class and you called her "Miss Sleepy-Head?" Her mom gave birth to a 8th child and the crib is in her room. She has to take care of it, while you live a happy perfect only-child life.
She looked down at the ground and looked like she was having a hard time.
"Finally, do you remember calling me ugly, stupid, and fat?" I lifted up the right sleeve of my t-shirt
Hello, how are you? "Hello,"
You asked me how I was but kept walking.
"How are you?"
Well I had prepared to tell you that I had lost my puppy,
As you walked away not really caring if I was fine or not.
No, not really, Miss Teddy is at home snuggled safely in her doggy bed
But she could have been dead.
You said hello, and asked me how I was,
But then you kept talking, making it clear that how you feel about the weather is way more important than me losing my brother.
No, no, my brother is fine.
He has just gotten married to a beautiful bride and is expecting a child.
You asked, "Are you okay?" A
When Aslan Slays the JabberwockyWhen Aslan slays the Jabberwocky,
The roar will ring out loud
It's head will roll at the Hatter's feet
And songs will snare the crowd
When Gandalf fights the Queen of Ice
Joyful Narnians will scream
White will turn from cloaks of gray
The Adams and Eves will beam
When Harry fights the Dark Lord Sauron
His wand will win the test
He'll escape from death's cold cloak
And Middle Earth could rest
When Alice battles the Basilisk
Her mighty sword will slay
And all in Hogwarts will remember well
Their savior that day
SpeechlessHow the hell can I make
See that everything you say
Everything you do
And although I’m not perfect
And I am trying
To find some sense of
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
But you have taken that
All away from
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
Werewolf Professor Layton: bitten/ the attackBitten
It was getting quite late now; most of the town’s citizens had gone inside their homes. The professor noticed some of the citizens were acting quite anxious before heading inside, muttering something about rabid animal ; possibly about these so called ‘werewolves’ that some told him about.
The Professor and Luke only managed to gain very little information so far in their investigation. Layton did not have enough information to figure out what was really happening in this town. The two managed to solves some puzzles along the way though.
The roads were bare, Luke and The Professor were the only ones still out at night by the looks of it. Only a few of the street lamps were still on, leaving a small amount of light source for them. Layton stopped in place for a moment, deep in thought. Luke stared at him curiously; he looked around nervously a few times before asking
“Um, Professor, I don’t mean to be rude, but we’ve be
Professor layton werewolf one shotLayton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he could see the overview of the town and the setting sun.
Layton was actually locked inside, away from Luke and Flora (who were a few floors way from him), just in case if he does somehow…transform.
This was all happening because of last night. Layton and his apprentice Luke were investigating while Flora stayed inside the safety of their hotel
Rescue TeamShe called me because I lived right downstairs. She called me because she knew I wouldn’t call her parents. She called me because she hadn’t called in three months, and she knew that if she called me, crying, blubbering, watering the receiver with her tears and blood, I would come running anyway.
She was hunched up on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyelashes wrapped around her bloodshot eyes. She looked up at me as I dropped the key I had never given back into my pocket. Her feet and hands were bloodied and full of cuts.
She said nothing as I crunched my way over the broken glass to her and hunched down, balancing on the balls of my feet. She looked down.
“What did you do?” I asked, looking around the messy kitchen, filled with shards of glass and broken plates. I noticed she was holding the phone in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. The only intact one left, I observed from my place facing the open cupboards and empty sh
A Poem About Nothing... For No ReasonThis is the tale of the man with no name,
from out of nowhere is whence he first came.
He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,
don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.
No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,
no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.
No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,
he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.
Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,
And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.
He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,
but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.
When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,
don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.
Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,
If you think he is you, then he probably is.
Bashings of a FandomYou hear it all the time,
They are insane
Why do they like even that stuff?
Judge you on what you like,
Look at their shirt
Oh it's one of them
Those fans they are so,
Nerds with no life
Have no taste
Well maybe you,
Need to think
This is just one part of us
That we can act sane
That we do have friends
That we have a life
That we aren't all nerds
That this connects us to others
That is what keeps us smiling
That this is part of what keeps us sane
That this helps us to keep getting up in the morning
And what about you?
Can you take the things we say about you?
I bet you have heard them too,
The name calling
The total rejection of what you love
So be nice to people,
No matter what,
Cause everyone gets a bad rap
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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