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NamesNames are not found in dictionaries,
Names don't tell of one's status, ability, or personality.
Each name is unique.
No matter how common it is.
For although others may share your name.
Share it right down to the last letter,
There never has been, and never will be,
another you again.
And that fact is what makes you, you.
IronyI asked for it.
I wanted it so desperately.
Oh, how I thought I needed it.
I pathetically yearned for it,
making stupid reasons as to why it should be mine.
It would be everything I needed and more.
It would calm me in times of anxiety.
It would raise my spirits in times of sorrow.
It would accompany me in times of loneliness.
I had given everything for it.
Then I realized
it only brought upon me more stress
it only brought upon me more sorrow
it only brought upon me more loneliness.
I asked for it,
I received it.
I never wanted it.
I Wouldn't Have Believed You.If last year you told me,
that this is where I'd be in one year,
I wouldn't have believed you.
I would have stood up and punched you,
right then and there.
No matter what you would have said,
you couldn't have ruined my happiness.
I had everything I wanted.
I didn't know where I was going,
but I was happy to be going there.
Friends, family, loved ones, all at my side,
all walking with me down the same road.
I wouldn't have heeded your words,
because nothing could have ruined my happiness.
Days seemed to fly,
but the good times lasted.
I knew, if you told me, you'd be wrong.
But the unthinkable happened,
And although the initial thrill was dying,
I wouldn't have let your words ruin my happiness.
Hard times followed,
the road I was on was becoming barren and dry.
I was lost,
but I continued on,
determined to keep my happiness.
Clinging to what little I had left.
Until one day, my happiness was ruined.
Your words weren't the culprit tho,
Because it was my happiness tha
The WorldI can't believe it.
I don't understand.
How can you think that this awful man,
Is your entire world, let alone your friend?
Please tell me,
He is your world?
Since when does the world turn its back on you?
When does it leave you high and dry in your time of need?
When does it exploit and use you?
Cheat and abuse you?
Since when does the world build you up,
just to knock you down?
When does it make you feel special,
just to pull the rug from beneath your feet?
How can it make you feel so cold on the hottest day?
So alone around all your friends?
What? Oh, you mean to say,
that IS what the world is like?
Cruel? Unjust? Unfair?
Then, I guess you're right.
This awful man...
he is the world to you isn't he?
I Seem to BeMy friends think I look happy and joyful,
but really I cry, tears of sorrow.
They think I get on with my life,
but I still remember that horrible day.
They want to have fun,
but it's to hard to have fun.
They think it's all over with,
but it's the beginning over and over again.
They see him as gone,
but he still lives in my heart.
Falling StarsI step out the door,
and gaze upon the beauty that I stand before.
I see little white stars falling
outlined on the sky, which is now darkening.
Desolate and noiseless it becomes,
the falling star, by gravity, succumbs,
joining the aesthetic sea of white,
gleaming and reflecting the dimming light.
It's truly magical to see such a sight,
Falling stars, a beauty in the night.
I retreat into my dwelling,
an end to my outing.
But the memory will not soon fade,
for the image that was just conveyed,
will stay permanent in my mind,
while a picture in yours is being defined.
But it will not compare to the beauty of the original sight,
the beauty of stars falling in the night.
I live in a town called Owl CityI live in a town called Owl City.
A city made of Gold, inhabited by Angels.
A place where the sky is beautiful morning, noon, and night.
The Alligator Skies turn gracefully into the Vanilla Twilight.
Every night is rewarded with a spectacular Meteor Shower,
while Fireflies and Bees dance among the Plant Life.
Every day is a Good Time and nothing could Take it All Away.
Wondrous attractions speckle Owl City.
Go for a ride in a Hot Air Balloon, and you won't regret it.
Or perhaps stay awhile at the Umbrella Beach.
While the Yacht Club perform on the seas.
This town is nothing like the Real World and I never want to leave.
You have a chance to come too, and visit this lovely town.
Here's Hope that you will arrive soon.
If you cant get to Owl City, though, don't give up.
Because here we have a saying.
"Dreams Don't turn to Dust."
You're Not AloneWe live in a world that is full of great pain.
Where everyone one has a heavy burden to carry.
We think that nobody could possibly understand what we have gone through.
But in a world that is abundant in such matters,
there is somebody, somewhere who knows of your grievances;
who shares your pain;
who is in the same boat.
So know; You're not alone.
Like a child behind a locked door,
we keep our burdens a secret.
We do what we shouldn't.
We say what we wouldn't.
Instead of seeking help among ones we love,
we pray they never find out.
We isolate ourselves;
we think we're alone...
Weather it was something we have said or done,
something we are ashamed of,
or something in our past.
It eats at our hearts.
We are afraid to open up.
We forget that we aren't the only ones in the world,
because others laugh and smile.
But I assure you, they have their own problems too.
So don't think you're alone.
Stop looking back if your past is ugly.
Stop looking to your side and comparing your life.
Why do you haunt me?Why does your memory haunt me so?
Causing me to relive that painful time.
That first moment when we weren't together.
It's like you taunt me at the best possible instances.
Bringing my "all time low" ever lower.
When my friends laugh and are having fun.
I am trying with all my might to hide my violent shutters,
and to steady my quivering lip as I can barely hold back the tears.
Why? Why do you want to cause me such pain?
I don't want to remember.
It's done and over.
Somehow I see you among a sea of faces.
I can pick out your voice in a babble of billions.
Your scent somehow appears and I can't rid my nose of it.
I know you aren't there but why does it seem like you are?
My friends don't realize the pain you put me through.
I'm used to wearing a mask.
But someday soon it's going to fall off.
Your memories will expose me for who I am.
Miserable, depressed, pathetic.
I thought I could leave past memories in the past.
But I was never really good at anything.
Why would I think I could
I write for MEI don't write to please,
I write feel well
And be free
Let my thoughts land on paper for others to read
I don't want to keep them in
If they can help others
Let them read and see
If they ever felt the way I did.
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
Old HabitsI feel sick
like the emptiness is eating out my insides
and vomiting up my heart
the loneliness is choking me,
and old habits die hard.
Whenever I close my eyes I see red.
I only cry in the darkI only cry in the dark,
Where no one else can see,
The tears streaming down my face,
So they think I'm still me.
The silver blade moves forward,
Shining like the moon,
My diary gets another page,
They'll be none left quite soon.
I wish someone would open the door,
Walk in and switch on the light,
Comfort me, help me,
Save me from my plight.
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by the same
The Sound of SilenceAre you mad at me?
No answer. It was no use: Kenneth had removed his Ear Ports, which linked Lukia into his mind. She couldn't connect with his brainwaves now. Bottom lip curling into a pout, Lukia sniffled at the rejection of contact. It was so unfair when Kenny got like this, cutting off mental transmissions so she couldn't understand what he was thinking.
It was unnatural to live in such silence. That empty period when thought streams ceased and when the only words in her head were her own terrified Lukia. But Kenny enjoyed it. He had once even claimed that the real silence was in the air, and that words were supposed to be formed with lips, teeth, and tongue to be spoken out loud, not passed from brain to brain. He had tried to show Lukia, but the loud, jarring growl that Kenny had labeled a "Whisper" had hurt Lukia's head so much that she'd had to clamp her hands over her ears. Though Kenny had apologized, Lukia had vowed never to take her Ear Ports out
Reading Why do you like it?
It's such a simple question, yet she finds it hard to answer.
Does she like reading because it's in some way forbidden? She must read fashion magazines, yes, but real books? Of course not!
Does she like it because it's somehow an escape? Is it the fact that she lets her tea go cold because she's a million miles away, chasing a world that does not exist? The fact that, when she has to tear herself away, she's afraid that the story will continue on without her?
Does she like the fact that it's a distraction? How trivial do mere bruises seem when soldiers are being struck down in battle? What are a few harsh words, when she's learning of women who were beaten down so hard and yet still managed to stand and fight?
Does she like it?
How she hates the way her mind has faded, provided with so many glossy images that she's been left unable to conjure any of her own. She can go about her day without acknowledging this horrible thought, but only by leaving the
DareI dare you to be creative.
To express yourself in ways that only you can.
And in being creative, you can spark inspiration within others.
That inspiration can swell up and blossom inside them.
And from the blossomed inspiration, dreams are born.
Dreams, that can change the world.
So, in acceptance of this simple dare.
You may unknowingly inspire.
You may unknowingly plant dreams.
You may unknowingly change the world.
Are you up to it?
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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