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CH7: One Week GoneEverybody was excited to say the least, today was the seventh day, which ment one week had gone by, since they all moved into the house, and everybody, even the men had decided to throw a party to celebrate today, so while all the men were out picking up some party supplies, the girls were all relaxing in front on the TV talking. "So, what kind of game should we play today, girls?" "Hmm, well we have alot of board games and stuff." "True but what games?" "7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN!!!!" "Ow, Carly, hmm, okay" "Hey, I say we make that game last longer the 7 minutes." "Like?" "20 minutes" and they just kept on talking about what games to play. "Okay, we got the games settled, now for the food, whats the main dish?" All the girls went silent, they couldnt think of anything to make. "How about we go out for dinner, and play more games at the casinos" "Thats a wonderful idea Shanya, just two problems, Carly and Terri are too young to go" "I dont mind staying here and playing with Terri-Chan!" "Are
The Thing I Have Become...I'm looking in the mirror,
Who is that looking back?
That's not me at all,
I say that for a fact.
Something deep inside has changed,
It's eaten me away,
I'm dead to all my feelings,
It doesn't seem ok.
I've become completely soulless,
Something sucked it out,
I'm just an empty person,
Full of worthlessness and self doubt.
I want my old life back,
Those simple care free days,
Even then it was hellish,
But now I'm in an ignorant haze.
My mind is getting darker,
I can barely see the light,
This monster deep inside,
Is more then just a fright.
I Hate LifeIm so sick of being me.
Im so sick of the people around me.
Im so sick of people treating me the way they do.
Why cant people just be happy.
And leave me alone.
Why cant people shut their mouths.
And why cant they shut their mouths about me?
I hate myself.
I look in the mirror everyday and I wanna punch the mirror.
I feel so embarrassed by myself.
I feel so disgusted.
I dont even feel like a person.
I feel like the wind
just blowing and blowing.
I feel like the sky when its raining.
I feel like snow when its falling.
I miss everyone.
I miss the people that used to love me.
I miss the people that i used to love.
I miss myself.
The old me.
I wake up everyday.
Tears fall down my face.
Because i realize....
The only time im not lonely,
Is when im sleeping peacefully.
Why Heart WhyWhy heart, why have you dont this to me?
Cant you see I already love somebody?
Why do you skip a beat and flutter when a certain someone is online?
Sure I used to love him, but I've moved on and so has he.
So why do you do this to me?
Yes he used to be my friend and lover, now he's just my friend but not my lover.
Why heart, why do you make me act this way?
Why do you want me to love two people?
Cant you see this confuses and hurts me so much?
Why must you make me choose between this one I've loved for a year, and the one whos been my friend for 2 years?
I hate you heart, I really do, I hate you for making old feeling that I though were layed to rest come back.
Dont you see how much hurt this is going to cause somebody?
Dont you even care that I'm crying my eyes out?
Dont you care that this will infect my life?
Why dont you care?!
Why heart, why dont you care about my life?
Do you want me to die a lone woman with no man?
With no one to care for me?
To hold me when I'm depressed, or hol
The Grey WolfThe gray wolf sings
Her song of despair
She sings of an unwanted
The poor wolf's heart has been broken
Her paws beat hard on the ground
Her lonely song rings and
Echoes on the mountains around
She has been rejected
The pack turned her away
They pushed her out
She knew she couldn't stay
She ran and ran
Never to return
The farther she goes
The more it shall burn
She sings and cries out
She wishes, longs for home
But she understands
She's only alone
MOAD: CH 2Deidara was standing at the watering hole him, his sister, and Blossom used to swim in, he remembered the day he gave Blossom her collar.
Deidara was sitting with his feet in the water, waiting for Blossom to come, he told her to meet him here before running off to get something. Hearing a rustle in the bushes he quickly turned and saw Blossom coming out, "Blossom, come here, un." Blossom trotted over and sat in front on him and sniffed him, something felt different about him. Deidara got up and put something around her neck then went to get a mirror, when he showed her she saw it was a hot pink collar with real diamonds on it with a wrist bracelet with 'S-D' on it. Sakura LOVED it so much that she pounced on Deidara and cleaned his face.
"Yo Deidara, ready to go?" Deidara sighed and glanced at Kisame and shrugged, "Yeah...lets go, un." Before they could go anywhere Sakura came out bearing her fangs, "Ooo a demon now its action time" said Kisame as him plus
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Lonely HeartSo strange to be alone,
I don't know how to do this.
I've been alone before,
But that wasn't really life.
When do I stop hurting?
Can't seem to forget his face.
The love of my lifeÖ
now sees me as a monster.
Is all heartbreak alike?
I can feel my strength going.
But is it from the starvation...
...or the longing to have him?
Things change when life comes along,
I can't open my heart up now.
But perhaps it's better like that
for I can't stand to lose love again.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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