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Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
Sexy?Pressure, its all over the place,
its eating us up, from the inside.
words are wailing trough our minds,
controlling us, our actions, our visions.
Skinny, sexy, thin, *perfect*
Envied, hated, desired, *role model*
Confidence is sexy,
you are sexy.
We can all be sexy,
in our way.
What matters most to us?
Love who you are,
rather than envy what you're not.
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
In the day or in the night,
You may find him round a corner.
He may be in plain sight,
Or hidden and waiting.
Under a light in the middle of the night,
You may see him in his coat so black,
Contrasting with his skin of white.
No eyes you'll see upon his face,
Though a grin or a sly smirk.
Approach him and offer a rose will he.
Deny the rose thee should.
Even though there is nothing you can do.
Take the rose and it'll end the same,
He'll take you,
He'll rape you.
You could try to resist his touch,
though this won't do much.
He'll just grin,
And invasive he'll be.
Depending his mood,
Depends your fate.
Good or bad,
Don't feel sad,
Don't you fret.
Just remember that if you see a man,
Be wary for he could be the Sexual Offenderman.
Poem - Ode to Soundwave
Monster Deep Inside
Somewhere deep inside,
Down beneath the hide,
Where soul and Spark have died.
I know my darker side.
Black face and hollow eyes;
It's truth within these lies,
For death and evil ties,
My Spark, for thee, thus dies.
This monster deep within,
Down beneath the skin,
For thee, my King, I sin,
And the darkness deep within.
Horror, here, in silence grows
An evil mind no one knows.
For thee, my King, my darkness shows,
Black o'er black, your sin bestows.
Somewhere deep inside,
A darkness lay in silent tide,
Until I can no longer hide
This roaring monster deep inside.
Cupcakes IICupcakes sweet and tasty
Cupcakes everyones favorite pastry
Come to my shop and let's have some fun
There won't be much left of you when I am done
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
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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