shut the fuck up,
i love you
InvincibleYou are not weak
For not being able to do it
You are STRONG
For stopping before it became a hazard
For quitting while you were ahead
You are STRONG
To admit you were weak
You are STRONG
Because you are not defined by this act
You are STRONG
And will continue to be so
And we will always be there
To catch you
To mend you
To dry your tears
To fight of the foes
And scatter the blues
We will be here
You are STRONG
And together we will be INVINCIBLE
What Have I DoneSat
Proud and vile
In your snakeskin silk
Vehemently in denial
Crawl on your belly
Press your fingers
In the embers
Writhe through the cinders
Bury yourself in the skin
Don't come near
Far from placid
You toil and struggle
Drowning in your shame
Can you feel their pain?
Ignorant to uphold your claim
What have you done?
For what you've done
Swing in the sunset
Broken neck and pride
On your ego
It swells beyond the noose
A mouthful of hungry flies
As the crows peck out your eyes
What have you done?
Hot Cross BakeryEvery spring, the equinox does bring
that sweet hot scent
Of doughnuts, pastries and hot-cross-buns
wafting from those old blue vents
They do it best, enlightening the dreary street
with their sweet fresh produce
Every spring that odour warm and sweet,
rides the air, busy minds suddenly enticed
A short stretch of pavement, ridden with promises
'Hungry tummies! Do not fret,
for you are soon to be fed!'
IncarnationThe only thing that moves is me, the slow rise and fall of my bones, lifted and lowered by the lazy bellows within their ivory cage.
Life, red and sweet races around the pipes of my structure, feeding strength to my motion-less joints.
A slow thought rises to the surface of my mind amid an elevator of pearly bubbles, rings of ripples exude outwards, as the thought dives once more, out of reach and out of hope.
It's glorious hide eludes me constantly. I cannot snare it. It teases me, rising enough to flash it's royal scales, before vanishing into the misty depths to a silent, gloomy grave.
Dreams like graceful herons wade to and fro, beaks dipping slowly to dabble and probe my conscience for my deepest, most warped thoughts.
A black shadow-drenched raven rides the air-currents of my psyche, the evil embodiment of my hatred, it's hooked sharp beak slick and sleek to snap at any soul.
In a vast riven recess slumbers a dragon, his sleep only disturbed to belch his scorching flames borne of
Dot Dot Dash!'I gotcha now, little bastard!'
It will never know what hit it.
I went tense as the creature twitched itself. My paws were ready, and my muscles were tightened to hold me down.
Any second now...
One more twitch, go on. Do it... Yes!
I catapaulted myself at the being, claws out and toes wide to catch it. Digging my hooked talons into the curly ground I carefully raised a paw to make sure I hadn't missed.
It was gone! I cast my eyes around desperately, where had my prey gone?
There, on the wall!
I was suddenly aware of my pets staring at me. They all burst out into strange laughter at my antics. Had I been able to, I would have blushed.
So I did what any foiled hunter does;
I bent backwards to preen my coat, casually as if it was my intended task anyway.
It only made them chuckle more.
I glared hatefully at the red spot that now rested gloatingly on the far wall. Stupid jumpy dot.
I rose to my feet and prowled out, I would not be humiliated by a bloody speck.
30 sad quotesSad Quotes
~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
If I ever make a mistake,
It's not that I love you
It's thinking that someday you'll love me too.
~Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it just means that you're strong enough to let go.
~The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
~Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt.
~My heart was taken
Phineas and Ferb: Isabella's Foot Fetish!One day Phineas and Ferb were sitting outside, under the tree they always sitdown in, and when they were thinking on what they are going to do today, Isabella walked in their yard saying her catch-phrase "Watcha Doing" Phineas replied "Nothing much, we really don't know what we want to do today", as Phineas was still thinking on what to do today, he staired down on Isabella's feet and got a evil looking grin on his face
Phineas then said "I know what we are going to do today"
Phineas then write down what they need for what they are going to build to Ferb, then Ferb ran to the store, to buy the items
Isabella said , "So what are you guys making'
Phineas replied 'O those are things I made up, to make Ferb busy, come to my room Isabella, their is something I want to do to you, that you might enjoy
Isabella smiled as she followed Phineas to his room, Isabella then said, 'So what did you want to do to me;
Phineas said "Just sit down here on my bed, and let me remove those nice pink shoes yo
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
Gravity Falls: The Gnomes tickle revengeOne day in the normal day of Gravity falls,Oregon the Gnomes were in the woods trying to think of a revenge plan, to make Mabel their queen. If you remembered last time, they try to disguise themselves as a teenage boy and Dipper thought he was a zombie. Later on the Gnomes revealed themselves and when Mabel refused to be their queen they kidnapped her forcing her to be their queen. Later Dipper got her back and then the Gnomes formed giant Gnome monster and chase them through out the woods. Eventually Dipper and Mabel defeated them and haven't been saw again...... YET!
So lets continue our story...
So The Gnomes have thought of many plans, but then Shmebulock thought of a plan to torture her, They decided to be a tickle torture on her until she gives up and decides to be their queen. In the middle of the day at like 4 PM, No one was in the Mystery Shack except for Stan, who is sleeping during work and Mabel who is playing with Waddles. She is playing with him outside throwing a frisb
Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.
Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.
-¿Fionna, estás bien?
No recibe respuesta.
-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.
Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.
-Bebé, no, no, no...
Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.
-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.
Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.
-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?
No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.
Jackson JekyllX Reader chapter 2.The week went by quickly,it soon turned into months.It's a bright,summer morning,and you wake up in your bedroom on a Saturday.The bright and warm sunshine peeks through your blinds,you sit up yawning and stretching before getting a big smile across your face. Today your going to hang out with Jackson at the Maul. Your phone rings. "Hey ___!" "Hey Jackson! We still going to the Maul today?" "Of course!"
"Great! I'll meet you there! K,bye." "Bye." You quickly put on your most cutest outfit you can find in your fearsome closet,then do your hair and make up.Then take off.
Jackson waves his pale hand at you as soon as he spots you. "______ over here." "Hey Jackson." You give him a sweet smile.Jackson smiled,before taking your hand,leading you into the Maul.He leads you to the electronics shop to look at a few flash drives for Jackson's new laptop,and a new screen for his phone,due to his last "Quarrel" with Manny Minotaur.You follow him into the store.He looked at the flash drives,w
Stone of FaceA pantomime of every fear,
Erasing memories held dear,
She cannot breathe as frozen tears,
Break the boughs and grease the gears,
Be not the past you wished would die
Nor one who hides and just denies
The truth that spurs impassioned lies,
For death will follow near.
Mute in space, a careful race
To decorate a wretched face,
As gathered in her lavish lace,
Parasitic thoughts are placed,
No smiles show through the thick veneer,
As she stands still, no one shall hear,
Though model she must oft appear,
She’s caught behind its face.
I walk with a childI walk with a child
of buoyant energy
and an innocent smile
tainted by beguiling eyes
which deceive his fingers
into places they do not belong.
With me, a child runs,
his affable smiles
and small bare feet encircling me,
his dwindling youth
burning limply on a stick
held in his innocent fingers
and watched with rapt pupils.
Away from me, a child scampers
his bright smile
reflecting the fire
at his fingertips
as he waves and twirls
the branch and its flame
reaches and reaches out
for his consuming eyes
till it reaches
grabs his eyes
and refuses to release
Ahead of me, a child burns
and as I pass him
I try to remember his smile
try to meet his eyes,
however one is enrapt
with the ashes in his wake
and the other