My heart; it pitches a tiny blank pace,
Everyday I don't wake up to see your bright face.
Please my beloved, for if you leave home
My heart beats it out like a sad metronome.
The Wedding SpeechYou should know, I had a dream of giving you a speech on your wedding.
It was white and glittery. A little like a white Christmas but without the noise. It was diamonds and satin and white flowers. A June wedding.
Your man was dashing. He was in a white suit, if I can remember.
You were stunning, as you always have. You make your sweatshirts seem like wedding gowns, so surprise me if I found you absolutely beautiful in the real thing.
A microphone was handed to me and I had a card up. I was never good with speeches.
I've always wondered why we were friends. As if fire and water were to meet long enough to make something of themselves before they douse or evaporate, but they never seem to create something; only a sight to reckon with. You were brash and outgoing and adventurous; I was selective and cautious and unnerving.
We've never had time together. We were always on the other side of campus, like the weights of a turntable that never seem to meet, just to keep the balance
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Fenny sinks her elbows down on the lavatory. She scoops up the water running from the tap and splashes it to her face. Like Tressif from the apartment doldrums and Gunnels back at the locker room, Fenny copes with the player switch of Roo Island and Brightvale with an empty frustration. Gordo was always there for her, even after the final buzzer. Now, he simply wouldn't. He would be sitting on a different bench on a different locker room mingling with different players on a different team. He is on a different land now, and there is nothing she can do but see him on the opposite side of the field. I guess it takes some time for it to sink in, doesn't it? Fenny asks herself.
She reaches for a clean towel on the restroom counter and pats herself dry. When she lowers her towel, she gets startled by her own reflection. Having realized that it was only just her reflection, she takes a little chuckle in the bathroom. Surprise! I'm ugly!
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After practice, as a token of gratitude, "Squeaky" Tressif offers the team (including the manager) a night out for dinner. They deliberate for Shenkuu cuisine (Shenkuusine by some,) and find the perfect niche on the boardwalk of Blumaria.
The restaurant, the Paper Lantern, has been in business for a small number of decades, and is run by an equally small Shenkuuvian clan settled quietly in the borders of Roo Island. It's had its fair share of slow nights, but tonight, it's going to be the talk of the town when Team Roo Island enters its doors.
At least, it would be, if the team trudged in through the door in full uniform signing autographs for aspiring Neopets. But that draws too much attention. One call from the likes of the Times and they'll have to exit through the kitchen doors. Exiting through anybody's kitchen doors is always a bad thing. As a manager, Keila Varoix is always prepared for situations like this.
King of Unrequited LoveHe sat there by the bed on my apartment window, intently typing out the little thoughts his scatter-brain could not catch by the flitting minute. He was wrapped with the coats and scarves of a million scavengers by the cold window frost. He tapped out his keyboard with the gentle sound like rain that spread throughout my room as I lounged staring at the ceiling. The night was just about to begin with dusk plastered behind the city silhouette outside. He left to buy some coffee, since the last batch brewed had emptied from my pot, and he left with one last warning, pointing at his laptop:
"Do not read it."
As the curious little caterpillar that I am, as soon as the latches of the downstairs door and the stone steps of my building sloshed with his iron-toed boots, I shed my blue blanket into the broken oak floor and trudged towards the screen. It reflected the crystal lights the frost on my window had gathered, and the white starked throughout that little corner of my room. I sat up, str
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The sun blazes on the local sports arena. It is much, much smaller than the grand behemoth sitting in Altadorthe land, after all, invented the sportbut the small stadium feels right at home with its bright colors and its open field. Rumor says it has the largest concession stand in the whole of Neopia. Go figure.
On the rubberized oval surrounding the Yooyuball field the team circles it at different intervals. Fenny, the first to lay her tracks on the gravel, keeps at her pace, straightforward and vigilant, avoiding any company. High above is Clutch, hovering over the arena. He strengthens his greatest assets, his wings, by bringing the heavy duty wing guards and strapping them on for his usual jogs. His wings need to block the hardiest passes and scoring shots, so they need every chance of exercise they can get. Trailing behind is Lilo and Jair. Besides other things, being the center and right forwards they talk strategy almost constantly.
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The clasping of gear echoes through the empty halls of the local stadium. They come from the locker room, which is occupied by the Neopets who make the Rooligans on the bleachers scream with fury; who make their temples pulse with dedication and adrenaline. This is their first time playing since the championshipsor rather, for the second bracket. The team, since the very start, fights promisingly; shocking even (and that's just the uniforms). The Rooligans bagged the fourth place trophy on the very first Cup and it was going up from there. By the third Cup, the ramshackle team of misfits from the small island won first place. But as the trend goes, the winners were knocked out of their pedestals and placed in the shoes of the jesters. They were pushed as far as ninth place on the fourth Cup. Rooligans everywhere were devastated.
But like a tireless factory worker on the surface of Kreludor, the muck did not stop them from defying gravity. The team wo
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Roo Island draws crowds of various melting pots for different reasons. For once, the subjects of a kingdom enjoy having a king. King Roo governs the island with a "jelly fist" making his everydays legendary. One might think: if everyday's a jolly holiday in Roo Island, then no day is a holiday in Roo Island. But in the sheer prospect of merrymaking, Roo Islanders, or, as what they colloquially call themselves, Rooligans, make it happen.
Perhaps the wow factor is the fact that the entire island is a proud amusement park. Exclusively why it's a summer getaway (or any other sort of seasonal getaway) is because of the carnival appeal. Roo Island boasts of housing the Games Room (thanks in part to the overhaul from the bug invasion earlier this year), the Merry Go Round and the Art District: hot spots for creativity and fun.
What perchance a most well-known landmark in Roo Island is its grand boardwalk, located in the port city of the kingdom, Blumaria. It wraps around the island's bay for
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Sunlight slats across the room as morning peeps its righteous head. In a bed by the corner a huddle of blankets bunch up, enveloping a mass of fatigued musclesonce agile and steady, now a dormant volcano. The Lupe rolls over his entangled blankets, only to have his sleep disturbed by one of the sunlit stripes that zoom across the room, aligning itself with one of his eyes. He squints and casts the covers over his head. He is not accustomed to early morningnot after he started his two week vacation, anyway. His groans, slight and deep-throated, echo under his blanket hideout. He does not want the morning to start.
Tough luck, then, to have a manager like Keila Varoix. The veracious Blumaroo comes over at least once a day, usually just after the sun comes up, with an attitude that can cut through the hardiest player. Thing is, she wants his morning to start. It gives her the thrill to make his morning start. If any odd job, good habit or tiny exe
Dear Weasel23 Milkweed Avenue
Pritchett, British Columbia
December 15, 2009
I would like to tell you that you've won, fair and square.
Well, not really.
I mean, in terms of what had happened over these past few months, I believe you have earned yourself a gold star. Or even a trophy for what you've achieved. Not that I'm writing in constant loathing, or anything, (and who has ever mentioned horrible things like that, anyway?) but I am writing you a letter of congratulations.
And you ask, yourself, Olivia: why is this pathetic bloke snail-mailing me a glorious congratulations letter?
That is a good question.
Today I am AloneToday I am alone
In the vastness of my bones
With the silence of my many years
And the unseen lines of dried up tears
My heart the only well lived home
I gazed upon my birth
On my solitary worth
On the ones who wraught me into being
Who gave me hope and joy and meaning
And the creators lips so set in mirth
I heard the saddest joke today
Those we love all fade away
We live on an island, vast and remote
Where none may linger, and few will hope
I stand alone at the end of each broken day
I dreamt that I was split in two
Rendered, to carry the burdens of our truth
My hands were shaking, failing, trembling
My soul was breaking with remembering
I fail as light to both subdues
Today I am alone again
No counterpart to call me friend
Faithlessly I dwell in the deadness of my mind
I stand completed at the end of all time
My spirit to the ether ascends
Now once more I stand apart
No stain of hope upon my heart
A reckonings song rings through out
My soul undone, it's voice's shout
the final condem
Reply to Me (Alucard x Reader)All my life I have lived normally. Nothing special but nothing worth belittling. I keep good grades and I was accepted into a rather good school. At home I live quite comfortably and have a good amount of personal space. I have a few friends, although we are not very close. I tend to float around. I like meeting new people. I find it interesting. To learn about places across the map and what makes them both different and the same.
It was about a week ago that I found a book in my room, laying on my bed. I figured that my parent's had gotten it for me but left it since they were away on business. I was expecting them home in two weeks time. Upon further inspection, the book was averaged sized, but leather bound and had very unusual paper. It was much thicker than I was expecting, and much to my surprise, it was nice to the touch. It was blank though, so my guess was that my parents thought I could use a new journal. I tend to go through those rather quickly. I enjoy writing down quick t
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,
in the depths of your mind,
That it's easy being a male,
but let me tell you, that's a lie
Do you know how it feels,
to reach societies expectations,
and if you fail to do so,
must give everyone an explanation?
Or the pain you feel,
when walking with a group of friends,
and a lone girl walks by,
and you stare at her instead.
Not because you lust over her,
or because she's revealing,
put because she has beauty,
like an angel in the clearing.
But you must want to rape her,
or call her a slut,
and because of wishful thoughts,
you have the right to be punched in the gut.
And what's the point of compliments,
when they come from your heart,
you're obviously being sexist,
wasn't that your intention for the start?
Do you know how it feels,
to be raped and feel meaningless,
but to be shunned by society,
And blamed for feeling so senseless.
You are a guy,
“strong proud and tall”
you're not a girl,
so it doesn't matter at all.
That is painful,
to hear an
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck
[A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.]
Every single fucking day.
You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Norway x Reader - Why?Why?
Tears cascaded down her face. Her (e/c) eyes stared at his beautiful mysterious .eyes. His eyes were dull to some people but not her " (name) .I'm sorry ..we could still be-No!" (name) sighed , she didn't want this. Why did she do it? Was she not good enough for him? The young girl started to walk away with a forced smile on her face. But then turned into a frown.
"we can still be friends though ."
'I let my emotions get the best of me .'
(name) 'sbestfriend 'now ex-bestfriend' she thought bitterly. You see , it all started a few months ago ..
(name) was talking with her friends , listening to the latest gossip of the school. One of her friends brought up that a new student was transferring today. A foreign one at that."Ehhh ..? , A foreigner in school? Must be another Korean -Hey! Korea is the best country Da-ze!" (friends name) rolled her eyes. " Shut-up Im Yong! " she yelled. (friends name) start
My SongThe music swirls all around,
till all I hear is the joyous sound,
twirling, spinning, moving me,
and the endless notes are all I see.
The beat becomes my hearts own.
I feel as though the light has shown,
and all the sadness fades away,
and I finally see a happier day.
My lips part, and I sing along
To such a redeeming, beautiful song.
These moments come and go too fast.
I enjoy them greatly as they last.
I laugh in glee.
I feel so free.
What magic is this,
this utter bliss?
Stay with me, my pretty song,
with you the days don't seem so long.
With you I am so filled with hope,
I know with you, somehow I'll cope.
Together we'll stay.
You'll scare the darkness away,
Yes, stay here my friend,
play your notes till my end,
and with your melody in my ears,
I'll go without any silly fears.
I'll meet my maker with you at my side,
then he'll hold me close, no need to hide.
Yes, my song, you'll get me there,
with your notes, and tune, so full of care.
You'll be my very dearest friend,
until my bea
Trust My RageIn the dead of night I hear them calling,
In the winds of change I see it move.
The fate of my soul is finally falling,
and I have everything to win and nothing to lose.
I am but a scapegoat to those I thought I knew,
I am but a reminder of wrath inside of this cage.
I have nothing left to trust in you,
but rest assured you can trust my rage.
Sometimes i feel like want to cry.
But i don't want anyone to find out.
I try to hold it in, but my tears just won't stop coming out.
Why is it that i cry? do i miss you that much?
Memories of you are stuck in my head. I can't stop thinking of you.
People give me gifts, they give me hugs, But I'm still thinking of you.
I don't want to let anyone down, so i fake my happiness, my cheerful spirit,
But deep down inside, I'm being swallowed up in the darkness.
I Thought i could forget about you, So i tried to love again. But i still think of you.
I see you with your lover doing the same things you did with me.
Did you forget about me? Do You really hate me that much?
I keep crying and crying. My tears rushed down my face rapidly.
I started losing friends, people who cared about me eventually gave up.
Everyone in my life was nearly gone.
But i came to my senses, i stopped crying and realized I'm stronger than that.
My laughs became real.
I started to make more friends.
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB Community
I don't know what to say, or how to put it.
But the statement above holds powerful meaning.
A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.
And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.
Then take it from the boy,
who felt love for males, but at the same time,
felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.
Or take it from the girl,
who loved the touch of her same sex,
but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.
And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”
who are shunned or looked down upon,
by those they believed they could rely on.
And those who raise an eyebrow, who are against
LGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,
who practically scream “get away from me”.
So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?
Does their sexual preface offend you that much,
to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.
If you are LGTB, and you are currently read