Summer Poem...Fuck it's hot-The End
Take ThisTake this kiss upon your hand,For the ones who starved themselves,Because "ugly" was written all over their mirrors,Because "fat" was the only thing in their way.Take this hug around your shoulders,For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,Because, unlike everyone else,Their pillows kept their secrets.Take this wish for your success,For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,Because physical pain gave feeling,And feeling was so hard to find.Take this whisper in your ear,For the ones who live through pain,Through sorrow, through regret,Through loneliness in crowded rooms,Through nightmares and judgement and hatred...Take these words, darling,These words I say to you.Stay strong. Never give up. Keep breathing.Continue inspiring.Let's keep going,For the ones who starved themselves,For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,For the ones who live through pain,For the ones forced to survive...And for the on
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Well, darling, let me tell you a story,A story all too true.A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.A mother of three girls...One just above the age of a toddler,One at the age of twelve,And one entering the life of a married adult.Now, the youngest girl was watching television,And the oldest at the neighbor's home.The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,When something terrifying happened.Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,And up the stairs she went,Into her bedroom...Locking the door behind her.The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.She decided to expect and hope for the best.Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,When the mother stumbled down the
Silly GirlSilly girl,Whose eyes rain crystals,Why do you wish to heal?Do you not understand the beautyOf your ability to feel?Silly girl,Whose grin’s so bright,Why do you wish to change?A soul with no emotionWould appear to be quite strange.Silly girl,Whose face is dull,Why do you live this myth?You choose to be a shadow,Smashing daisies with your fist.Silly girl,With wounds and scars,Why have you chosen this death?No, sinking into your own graveWould be better than such regret.Silly girl,You’ve started to feel,Just recently you’ve started to cry.You’ve been down this path again and again,With a pain you’re designed to deny.Silly girl,Whose eyes rain crystals,Why do you wish to heal?Do you not remember the tortureOf being unable to feel?
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitestend to glorify things that hurt.They brag about thingsthat people struggle with.Mental illness is not a label.It is not a badge nor a privilegeor something you have to earn.People suffer,they battle voices in their headsthat they do not even recognize.People struggle to tametheir inner demonsand keep up an imagethat the world expects them to uphold.Mental illness is not cute,being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.News flash!Your life is not an episode of SkinsThe idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,no one is going to save you.We go home and muffle our crieswhile dragging razors across our wristschasing pills with bottles of vodka.Our thoughts turn on usLike a loaded gun,and we are stuck foreverin a game of Russian roulette.We wear long sleeves,and try to drown out voices with headphones.We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicalswe have become dependent
[UPDATE]TIME CHANGERS CONTEST-1000 PointsAndMore!28.10.2014Note: New Deadline is 1st of November!!! Only 3 days are left! Who still wants to join? Can you please tell me?Also thank you so much for birthday wishes, it made me really happy! PLEASE READ ALL OF THE JOURNAL!Hello everyone!Here is Tenno-chan with a new contest!The main goal is obvious from the title: Draw my Yu-Gi-Oh! Dream villain group Time Changers however you want!Here are they:http://ygo-dream-fc.deviantart.com/gallery/44299740/Time-ChangersFirst of all let me explain what "Yu-Gi-Oh! Dream" is:Yu-Gi-Oh! Dream is a season made by me which takes place after DM season. There is no bond with manga. Also I'm going to use the Japanese names and so on.Since Nameless Pharaoh returns to underground, Yugi hasn't been able to duel well. So the title "King Of Duelists" passes to another person: Umi Hikarino. She is the new " 'Queen' Of The Duelists ". Yugi's friends Anzu
Hashtag HaikuThe new tag layoutis rather ugly, I’d say.Hashtag dAblows.
.i said death,death is a closet;let's all just hangourselves up and keepthe place tidy -
I Need FeminismI need feminism becauseIt’s acceptable to call me a slut.I need feminism becauseIt’s okay for a guy to slap my butt.I need feminism becauseIt’s my own fault if a man rapes me.I need feminism becauseI should look good for men to see.I need feminism becausePeople think it means ‘anti-man’.I need feminism becauseI can’t do things that men can.I need feminism becauseGirls think it’s cool to shame each other.I need feminism becauseThe world has higher hopes for my brother.I need feminism becauseMy femininity makes me ‘weak’.I need feminism becauseIf I act masculine I’m a ‘freak’.I need feminism becauseMy boobs are my ‘best quality’.I need feminism becauseI believe in equality.
Supportin' Our TroopsBarry studied the photo, squinting.It could’ve been this kid. It was entirely in the realm of possibility that, in the three months since the license picture was taken, he had grown dreadlocks, which he’d dyed a deliberately filthy blond. It was also possible that he had regrown the three front teeth which had been very obviously knocked out. Or maybe they were plastic caps. The technology existed. Contacts could explain away the eye color changing from brown to blue. A lot of people wore them, these days. Barry himself opted for glasses, feeling they made him appear more sophisticated.“This is you?” he asked.The kid appeared to shit between three and five bricks. Still, he maintained composure as best could be expected of a sixteen year old boy, half-lidded his eyes in a caricature of calm exasperation, and nodded.“When’s your birthday?”“February 13th.”“What year?”He screwed up his face like he was doing calculus
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
.a spider weaveshis silver lies on myfront door, and iwalk right in;the flies laugh
.throw my boneson the fire justto warm up yourownthen sitthere and wonderwhy you're alwaysalone
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
I AmI am single,but I am loved.I am not a genius,but I am intelligent.I am not breathtaking,but I have beauty.I am not a saint,but I am kind.To the world,I am not perfect.But for someone,I am.
Summertime (For the Quiet Kids)People think I’m lonely,People think I’m sad.I’ve been called lowly,I’ve been called mad.There are worse thingsI could be than quiet,There are more harmfulThings I could do,Just because I’m different,Doesn’t mean I’m not right too.Books are my buddies,My four walls are my friends.Green Day are my preachers,AC/DC are my teachers,Dancing out of my speakers.I talk with my penAnd I sing from the soul,Sometimes it’s diamond bright,Others, it’s black as coal.Summer is here,I can feel itSweating into my pores,And whilst some might go for beaches,I go for so-called bores.So when you see someone,Nose in a book,With a faraway look,Don’t pity them;For they are in their own kind of sunshine.
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
lostto tell you the truth,i can't stop missing myself.
.i heard that eventhe dead have nightmares; sometimesthey roll in their graves
Winter Poem...Fuck it's cold-The End