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The States Chapter 3: FriendshipSomewhere far far away from Europe in the new world, there was a tribe who suddenly got interrupted from their nice delicious meal by a certain somebody…
“Ola! I am here to make this place a colony!”
It was the Spanish Nation, Spain.
“Dude, leave us alone!” The Indians began to yell at the Spaniard. Sadly, he thought they were cheers of gratitude and happiness.
“And that how I, the awesome Texas became Spain’s colony!” finished the state, closing an old huge book.
“But… That can’t be all!”
Texas looked over to the person who spoke with wide disbelieving eyes.
“Do ya mean… You actually want to hear more?”
Oregon frowned at Texas and tried to peer over his shoulders at the book.
“H-hey! Why is there a magazine?!” He shouted at Texas, pointing at the magazine that was tucked into the book.
“Well ****, umm... “He spluttered, “BYE!”
Part 1 and 2Once upon a time
There lived a mime
who served the king
and was under his wing.
He would make everyone smile
and make them laugh for a while.
This was his task
and was not happy under his mask.
Actually, he was a bit mad
from being so sad.
You wonder why?
Well, it all started with a sigh…
Once there were three ravens who had a story
Oh, I won't tell it again, so don't worry.
Well, those three maidens came to the palace
and came inside with so much malice.
Together, they told the king that their story can't go on
and a silence took over as they said the reason why was his son.
It turned out last morning the kings son was taking a stroll
and he found their cave which they yelled, "It wasn't his role!"
As he walked in, he realized that it was the three ravens cave
which made him scared, but he stood his ground and stayed brave.
Soon he decided to have a peek at this cave and found a book
and slowly decided to take a look.
The more he read, the more he understood the writing
and even thoug
The Light and the Tree.
There once was a light
Which glowed in the night
It used to hang from a dyeing tree
If you wonder why, you will see
The tree and the light were friends
But it all ends
Because the light had to leave
On the morning of Christmas eve
The light was to be taken to a church
To a new perch
They shared their last good bye
And the tree will soon die
The tree knew it would have to be done
But, the tree will be able to see the morning son
Don't worry, it's alright
For the tree has no fright
And will remember the light
September 14, 2012. We shall remember this day...
Death can be beautiful, but not today. I hope you remember...
about what has happened today on this September day.
It was a football player... many knew him and were his friend.
For all, it was... a sad end.
His death was peaceful and he was asleep.
When the cheer leaders and the others heard, the others wondered why they weep.
It was strange how when they were called up, everyone was quite
and there seemed to be no riots...
Later that day we found out why,
Even though I didn't know him...
I began to cry.
We will miss you.
Some may not believe that you are gone, but it is true.
Fare well... and may you rest in peace.
The story of the three ravens
There were three ravens
Who were the three maidens
This is how their story begun
And I wrote this all for fun
The first raven was a writer
Who was a great and mighty fighter
She wrote and wrote and soon created a story
That sometimes made her full of worry
The second raven was an artist
Who really wasn't the smartest
But, she had imagination and still had common sense
That could save her in many needs or make others wince
Then there is the last raven who was the aider
Who was never a traitor
She was the smartest of them all and was always awake
And did many things for others sake
Soon they all decided
And all became united...
That is the story of TheThreeRavens.
Am I the only one?
Most days I wonder if you're still alone,
So I would get up alot to get the phone,
and then I stop...
I'm afraid to call you and make a mistake,
and tell you how I feel...
I'm sorry that it's all for my sake,
so you don't leave me...
Somedays I search for you,
and I'd see you with someone else...
I would look past her and say that's not true,
that you are not alone...
and I am the only one who is.
DA-DA-DA-DA!!!It's strange really, death is. Just yesterday I was talking to her. The both of us were laughing, having a great time. I still remember everything.
"I will miss you..." She said as she was getting ready to leave. I just looked at her and smiled, "Don't worry! We'll see each other again tommorow."
But now, I look down at her pale lifeless face resting inside the casket. (A/N WHERE'S THE BODY!? LE GASP!) If you look closely at her face, it seemed like she was smiling, as if she was having a pleasent dream. As I watched her casket being lifted, I wondered how her death was like. Was death gentle with her? Was is painfull dieing? Was it scary? But, to her, it prababaly wasn't scary to her at all. I bet that she walked away with death hand-in-hand saying, "I had a good life, eh?"
I also wondered if she saw flashes of her life and the two of us growing up together.
ME HUBBY!My husband died a month ago. I still haven't cried yet.
I have been to his funeral and laid his favorite flowers. I still haven't cried yet.
My kids would ask me, "Where is daddy?" I still haven't cried yet.
After two years I still didn't remarry. I also hadn't cry yet... until...
"Do you know where he is?"
"Well... Where are you then?"
I finally cried after all this time.
Harry Potter fanfiction Chapter oneChapter one: The letter from somebody and memories
Somewhere in England, in a room full of millions of books, is a young boy about the age of 11 lying on top of the bed in his room, finishing an extremely large book. Looking at the room, you would see that most of the books were fantasy, all about magic and things that sadly can't be real in this small world. All that boy can do is dream, for he wishes with his whole tiny heart, that magic could be real, just like in all those wonderful stories about wizards, goblins, mermaids, witches, and so much more. But of course, none of those things can be real. The boy knows the reality of this world and knows that no matter how hard he tries to make magic happen, it would never ever happen. Now this boy doesn't believe in magic anymore and only has that small faint ray of hope in his tiny, tiny heart that it could someday it happen. You might be wondering who this boy is. The boy's name was-
"Bobby! I have to leave for a meeting! I'll be back
Dear deviantART: Free The Author
In a world as colorful, diverse, unique and beautiful as it is today, I’ve learned through my 10 months on this website that many people enjoy expressing themselves in many different ways when it comes to art.
Whether it be through romance, nature, darkness, light or everything else there is to express with, it becomes even more interesting when I see the people express themselves with so many different mediums.
Myself? I enjoy expressing my artistic abilities through many mediums: Digital art, poetry, but most avidly, the xReader fandoms. Avengers, Sherlock, Free!, Shingeki no Kyojin and many, many others.
99% of my stories are romantic. I love to write romance, though I usually don’t take it much further than a little something like a sweet little kiss, the beginning of a new relationship, a baby being born, or occasionally, the odd sexual innuendo. Once, I tried writing a lemon. However it didn’t work out very well, and I decided to remove it for personal reasons.
My ConfessionI never really thought about my lack of sexual interest before society confronted me with it.
It took me quite a while to notice guys as anything more than "other people", and when I did, it was more a group pressure thing than real interest.
I even had a boyfriend then, but not because I particularly liked the guy. Having a boyfriend in your teens is a status symbol. Have one, you're cool, have none, you're not.
Of course, back then things weren't that clear to me. I went with the flow.
For a very long time, I wondered what is wrong with me that I don't enjoy sex, that It makes me feel awkward and that I have no desire to go out and date. Society made me believe it is wrong to be like that. I was ashamed of myself, of my flaws and my obvious failure of being a full-fledged human being.
You define yourself through others. You try to figure out who you are, and you look at others for guidance, for something you can identify with. But you only limit yourself with that, and not finding si
seems like a bluri wish that people were more transparent.
we're all skin and bones and most of the things that keep us awake and that break our bones is so internalized
and completely invisible. cause most of the time living kind of feels like i've spent countless hours spinning around in circles, and now i'm just trying to keep my stomach from rising, or my eyes from leaking every last liquid i have inside me while the world rushes so inconceivably fast.
i know that i can heal.
skin grows over deep wounds, and even the whitest mountainous scar tissue fades. but i dont know if the external matches the inside. the cuts have healed and the bruises are starting to disappear, but i dont know how your head is feeling. you might not have the black and blue lining your skin anymore, but your insides might still be threatening to drown you, or make you wish you could just stop existing for a little while. you dont know whats happening underneath blemish free skin.
people aren't clocks.
you cant se
Snuff Out My Little FlameIn the truest sense, I am much like a flame in so many different ways.
Can I count them, the reasons, off on my hands? Yes, perhaps on one, but it's still more than just comparing myself and leaving you, the unfortunate reader cursed with this unfortunate piece, hanging, no?
Burning bright with the potential of whatever it desires, providing hope for those around it; lighting the paths of worse-off, guiding them through their dark-riddled misery. Unwavering in the presence of the comforting and warm light, unwavering in the presence of the cruel and cold darkness-- something to admire for a beauty simply indescribable if one were to ask.
Ah, but with such qualities-- such a surface-- requires other, far more disgusting ones, right?
This light that burns so brightly, this flame that you think is there to protect and guide, why, I am not there for that at all-- I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Problems of my own plague me so, and, upon my hours of need, t
BlinkBlink and suddenly you're 5 years old and you're running and jumping and exploring and you've skinned your knees and crying to mommy to kiss it and make it better because mommy's kisses make everything better
Blink and suddenly and suddenly you're 13 and gangly and awkward. You have breasts and all this extra weight that you don't know what to do with. They tell you you're a woman now but you don't feel any different
Blink and suddenly you're 17 and angry and rebellious and you cant understand why the world doesn't just understand you. You're screaming at mommy because she wont let you see the boy that she knows is going to break your heart. When he finally does, mommy tries to kiss it and make it better, but she cant heal you when you no longer believe you're worthy of love
Blink and suddenly you're 25 and you're stuck in a dead end job in a dead end town. You have a degree but you don't know what to do with it. You have a life or do you? Everyone keeps pushing you to look for Mr. Rig
A little message of hopeIf you feel like dying
Please don't believe what they say,
You have a right to live,
You have a right to stay.
I don't care what you believe in,
I don't care where you're from,
Just as long as you know what feelings are,
As long as you're beautiful,
Beautiful meaning that you can love.
All that matters is that you're human,
All that matters is that you have a heart.
Your life is not worth it only if you are a bad person,
But you're not a bad person,
There will always be people who will hate you
For whatever reason,
Whether it be reasonable or not,
But no matter what they say,
There are people out there who love you for you.
Out there there are millions willing to show you
Just how much they care,
Even though they might not have met you.
You don't have to have perfect teeth,
You don't need this hour-glass shape that society wants you to have,
You don't need to be a specific gender,
And hey, it's okay if you pull at your hair,
We all want to do that in some points of life
Dealing with Awkward Questions
Awkward Questions and How I Answer or Avoid Them
What is bigender?
Bigender, bi-gender or bi+gender describes a tendency to move between feminine and masculine gender-typed behavior depending on context. Some bi-gendered individuals express a distinctly "female" persona and a distinctly "male" persona, feminine and masculine respectively; others have shades of grey between the two. It is recognized by the American Psychological Association (APA) as a subset of the transgender group.
Are you a persona?
I am Melian!
Are you an OC?
I am Melian. I am very original and I do have a lot of character, thank you!
How old are you?
None of your beeswax bucko. Sheesh.
Are you a man or a woman (boy or a girl)?
No what I mean is, what gender/sex were you born as?
OH look a butterfly! Hey, what's your favorite color? Mine is purple. I like Skittles, do you like Sk
You have no idea
What I'm keeping to myself
I don't like you
Leave me alone
You would not
Last a day
In my mind
In my corruption
Your ignorance blinds you
Your venom destroys you
From the inside out
I don't want it
I don't need it
I have my own
And that's enough
Go to hell
I'll be waiting for you
You don't know
I do neither
Leave me alone
Or I'll make you regret
Anything you've done
In your blinding
You will REGRET
You will be GONE
I will DESTROY you
I will CORRUPT you
I will END YOU
IF YOU DO NOT GET
OUT OF MY WAY.
I'm not okay, i promiseAre you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine
Sure, you can't see it on my face, but I'm alright for today
Just because I don't hurt myself physically
Doesn't mean I'm less...
Hurt? Confused? Lost? Broken?
Really, stop worrying about me
I just don't know what.
'Out of the way and you kept to yourself.' Invisible Kid; Metallica
Together Forever... Lizy is 6 and her parents are argueing. Mommy and daddy are fighting again. Will they ever stop?
Lizy is 9 and her parents are in a fight. Mommy slapes daddy this time. There were tears in mommy's eyes. Did daddy do something?
Lizy is 12 and 'daddy' is now gone. Daddy went somewhere and now mommy is mad. Mommy would hit my when she's angry. Why did daddy go?
Lizy is now 16, almost 17. Her 'daddy' came back. Daddy came inside the house with a crazy look on his face. In daddy's hand there was a knife. I tried to talk to him, but he pushed me aside. I stood there for a moment and then heard a scream of murder. I ran into mommy's room and saw daddy stabing her over and over again. Daddy saw me standing in the dooe way and smiled.
"We can finally be together, Lizy"
Lizy just became 18. It's been one year since her 'mommy' and 'daddy' went away. Mommy and daddy are gone and now I have no one else. I could
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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