9/11 Today we pray.
So please give a moment of silence in honor of the victims.
May they be in peace, and their families be in peace.
Just a short thing for 9/11.
SurviveExclusion was a big thing at my school as a kid.
I’d never really learned a good behavior.
I’d be rude and stay away from people as often as I possibly could.
Most times I kept quiet.
Silenced by the touches and scars of my assaults and violations.
Fear had been tightly sealed around my lips displaying the words
in large red letters.
I watched my innocence and bravery flitter away before school had even begun.
A place where I had shut myself away from the world.
Isolated myself to one friend whom I held dear.
Confusion had warped my mind as attractions came into play.
Afraid to speak up about a crush on my second grade teacher
Because she was a girl.
In fourth grade I’d tried to be a boy.
Thinking it would allow me to like both boys and girls in peace,
Only to discover it made their hatred of me stronger.
The “Amelia touch” was started and most kids wouldn’t go near me.
Nightmares constantly made me relive the horrors I’d see
I Hate YouI hate you.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I stand by you
And give you words of wisdom.
I act like theirs nothing wrong
Like I'm so happy to see you.
But I'm not.
I'd been hoping you'd fallen down a ditch
Or that you'd lost your way in a dark forest
Just so that for one day
I wouldn't have to see you.
To hear you say such awful things.
To watch you kick the ones you love.
To support you with dreams you want to come true.
When the truth is...
I hate you.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
What Can I Say?What can I say?
I'm proud of you two.
Lieing and cheating together.
All I've ever done
Is be here for you
And now you can't tell me the truth.
You can't look me in the eyes
And say how you feel
Because both of you know it's wrong.
Quit saying you love him.
You just don't.
And if you do,
Quit pretending you love another.
Another who has stuck by you,
Cared for you,
Then there's you.
I honestly thought it was fake.
Just a mirage in your eyes.
One built upon false hopes and lieing dreams.
But what you feel is real...
You do love her.
And she says she loves you,
And yet she's with another,
Who has no clue what's going on,
Is the blind eyes of love the oe we should blame?
Or is it just your stupidity.
I really don't know.
What can I say?
I can't tell you of my anger.
I've done all I can to make you both happy.
I've even fallen for you both.
But I accepted the truth and moved on.
Love is supposed to be pure,
But yours is a monster.
Xmen Evolution Episode 7: Welcome Home~Several days later~
“Attention everyone.” Came Professor Xavier’s voice over the intercom of the institute. Ariana looked up from the book she’d been reading in her room. “Amelia will be returning this afternoon and she’ll be going back to school tomorrow. Ariana looked to her friend’s empty bed and gave a sad frown. Amelia had been in the hospital for about three days now. It felt like forever, even though it wasn’t very long. “I’d like you all to respect her privacy and not ask her about why she was sick. Just treat her as if nothing has happened. Thank you.” Ariana felt her stomach begin to knot up as she remembered what she’d seen in Amelia’s memory. Mitch. Mitch had caused all of this. Ariana fumed as she spoke aloud to herself. “That fucking coward.” She was referring to the fact that the day after Amelia had been found, Mitch disappeared. The professor had asked Ariana to let him see the m
I'm Leaving for AwhileI'm leaving for awhile.
Not my body,
But my mind.
I can't handle all these secrets
All these lies
All these words.
So my soul shall soon by fleating
Away from here to some far meeting
So it can rest from all the pressure
And mend the heart thats broken.
I've tried to sew it up
But the peices just don't fit.
I've lost some along the way.
And yet I think I'll be okay.
For their happiness is all I seek.
It makes me smile to see their joy.
So I must leave,
I've got to go.
But I'll be here
As best I can be.
The only diffrence is
It won't really be me.
X-Men Evolution Episode Six: Something Horrible“How is she?” Noah asked when he saw Ariana. She was sitting in across from a room that read 377. They were both in a hallway. In a hospital. “I don’t know. They got her breathing before they took her onto the ambulance but she was still unconscious when we arrived. “Damn it!” Noah shouted, kicking the wall. “Noah, calm down. Getting angry won’t help.” Ariana told him in an attempt to calm him. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to feel!? I don’t see how you can be so fucking calm when your best friend is in the hospital, unconscious!” He replied, glaring at her angrily. Ariana looked into her lap sadly without responding. Noah snapped out of his anger when he saw little water droplet fall from her hair covered face. “A-Ariana... I’m sorry. I just... she means a lot to me. She’s like a little sister to me and I just lose it when people I care about are hurt.” Ariana sat back up and wiper the t
X-Men Evolution Episode 5: The KissSIDE NOTE: They've been here about five months now. This takes place maybe about two weeks after where the last episode left off.
"Ok everybody! This has been a fantastic first day of rehearsal! But now the time has come to work on... this kiss." Amelia mentally groaned while the entire cast (Even stage-crew) sat down in the audience seats. "Well this is gonna suck." She thought to herself. The director of the musical, Mrs.Davis, directed them to their spot. "Now, when I say go, start riiiiiiiiight here!" She said pointing at a specific line. "I just don't know if this is right anymore Troy. I don't like hiding from my friends." Amelia said getting into her character Rose. "They don't matter right now. All that matters right here and right now is you," Noah said as Troy before placed his hand on her cheek. "And me." This was it. This was the big moment. Amelia leaned up on her tip toes and tried to steady her heartbeat and- "TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON!" came Xavier's voice from the doors le
X-Men Evolution Episode 4: Love InterestsSIDE NOTE: They've been here about five months now.
"OH HEX TO THE NO." Amelia shouted as she crossed her arms and stomped her foot defiantly. "Oh come oooon Amelia! It's not that bad!" Ariana told her in an attempt to persuade her stubborn friend. "THERE IS NO WAY I'M DOING THAT!!" Ariana rolled her eyes as Amelia went into a long shpeil about why she refused to participate in the institutes latest fundraiser. This time it was a carnival. Now don't get Amelia wrong, she loved carnivals. She thought they were tons of fun! But what she did not find fun, was running a kissing booth. "I CAN'T RUN A FRED WEASLYING KISSING BOOTH!" She shouted angrily. "Why the biscuits not!?" Amelia looked around to make sure nobody was listening. Once she'd confirmed that the two were alone, she leaned over to Ariana's right ear and whispered her secret. Ariana's eyes widened. "What!? You've only kissed one-mmph!!!" Her shout was cut off by Amelia's hand covering her loud mouth. "Keep your voice down or el
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.
Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.
Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.
Useless criticism and sad songs.
White weddings and pale funerals.
Kind words and happy endings.
Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.
A good book and life in general.
Simple things like that can make you cry.
And that's okay.
You're not made of stone and iron,
you're not a cold, heartless machine...
You're just human.
And that's more than okay.
I Ship UsI can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in my mind that I
had found one of my soulmates,
someone who could laugh
over puns and obsess over
pokemon, someone who wouldn't
judge me on anything I'd done.
A kind soul that is there
for all to see. One that has
been scarred and one I
wish to protect. Everything
you do becomes better
simply by your being there.
You are the reason I believe
in friends b
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
Ocean's TouchThere is this strange comfort
of being weightless in the sea.
Just floating there alone and undisturbed,
with your eyes closed and your mind at ease.
The smell of the ocean grounds you and relaxes you
while the gentle waves stroke your sensitive skin.
You feel safe and the options and life choices
no longer torture your brain.
You feel free, calm and sane
for that little period of time when nothing matters,
the pressure is gone and everything is fine.
The ocean's touch lingers on your exposed skin,
not like a lover, but a healer.
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl that
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
i am too much and yet not enough.i.)
she tells me i have
the heart of a mouse,
put your ear against
my ribs and hear the
crying to escape. today,
my wings are slashed. this
is nothing unusual, this
is nothing different except
it's a Tuesday and i
promised to cry only
Mondays and Thursdays.
(its a good thing we both know
i only keep half my promises)
we do not speak about it. but,
neither do we pretend it's
not there - something to
be ignored and overlooked. she
acknowledges, salutes and
moves on; she's a soldier
that refuses to fight and
i think i am glad of this.
(learning to be peaceful after a
lifetime of war is slow going,
but we're getting there.)
sorry is a forbidden
word in this house. sometimes
i forget this and
apologise for taking up
the air. sometimes she
forgets this and apologises
for taking up the space. on
these days, we sip black
tea whilst i thread my
fingers through her hair and
read. it never matters what,
she just likes to hear my
voice and words take u
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeply
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
Goodbye, My Best StrangerThe worst way to lose a friend,
Is when they become a stranger.
Where they were the person who was holding your hand
And keeping you from falling off of the cliff.
But they finally let go
And as you fall away,
You can see their face get smaller and smaller
Until you hit the ground and your mind goes blank.
I liked the way we depended on each other.
Like I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed your company
But you liked me too.
I liked the way you talked about stars.
As a kid who has a bad sense of gravity,
I thought you were one for a while.
You definitely were as bright as a sun,
And you were holding me in place,
Keeping me from drifting into space.
Now whenever we talk it makes me even lonelier.
We were such good friends.
I want you here with me
And the miles between us are like weights on my chest
They’re crushing my lungs.
But now we just make small talk
The pieces fall at our feet.
The words used to fit together so perfectly
Talking to you never was a puzzle.
Words came as n