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Her Reality She gets these thoughts; dark and lonely thoughts.
She get stuck; a maze inside her mind.
It's there she silently screams; crying these dry tears.
It's no one's fault.
Though some events in her life haven't helped.
It's her depression and anxiety.
She tries to fight, but they do tend to consume her.
Nothing has gone right for her; three maybe four months of constant pain.
She has people in her life who care, she knows that.
But she can't help but to think "why?"
She's a fuck up; a little girl who can't get her feet back on the ground.
She knows there are people who have it worse.
She knows she should just stop talking about it all.
But something inside her won't allow it.
This may just seem like a rant; a small
My OutcastsI look at the picture on my computer screen
A mixture of people, each with their own personal hell, filled with their own demons. Each of them, putting a smile on their face, ready to fight the next battle the world has for them; knowing they'll never have to truly fight alone. Everyone of them, different than every other person on Earth.
All of them will fall, but will be pulled back to their feet by the others. Some of them will have battle scars that will be known by others- maybe judged by the ignorant people who know nothing about the warriors fighting- but never judged for their scars by the ones closed to them.
All of them, feeling things so deeply it seems like they'll never see the sunlight again. But one day they will, and the people by their side will be the ones to be with them every step of the way. They'll hold each other and stand by their sides through thick and thin.
Writers, actors, musicians, artists, mathematicians, scientists, every one of them having their o
Supernatural part 2 "Come on, Cas!" Sam yelled.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Cas wailed loudly. "I DON'T WANNA!" Dean could hear this all from the kitchen downstairs. He looked at Bobby for help, but he just shook his head.
"Cas, come on, buddy, you need sleep!" He heard Sam say loudly. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with small Cas.
"Any clues yet as to what did this?" Dean asked Bobby.
"None. But what ever it is we better find out how to reverse it before your brother murders him." Dean couldn't help but smile slightly at this. He looked towards the stairs that led to where Sam and Cas were. It was going to be a long night if Sam couldn't get him to calm down.
"BOBBY!" Sam shrieked. Bobby sighed and put down the book he was looking at. Slowly he got up and walked to the stairs. "BOBBY, HELP ME!" Sam yelled.
"I'm comin'!" Bobby called. He turned to Dean and said, "That brother of yours, he can fight all
Supernatural fanfic part 1 "Cas?" Dean called into the dark house. When no one answered he called his friend's name again. "Dude, where the hell are you?" Still no one answered.
"Dean?" Sam whispered. Dean looked at his brother and could see the worry in his eyes, but it didn't compare to the worry Dean was feeling. "What if we're-"
"We're not," Dean interrupted. "Cas?" he called again but still no one answered. He nodded towards his brother and the two of them slowly made their way through the house.
"Dean, what did he say on the phone?" Bobby asked in a ruff whisper.
"He said that he needed help," Dean replied. He checked the small kitchen sweeping his gun and flashlight around to make sure no one or any thing was there. "Clear."
"Help with what?" Sam asked coming in.
"I don't know." He was getting tired of them asking him these questions when they should be looking. He quickly moved to the dinning room. "Castiel?
Always and CompletelyWARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
He leaned against the wall of the TARDIS, arms crossed, head down, and eyes blurring from the tears welling up. He heard the door close and felt all of his friends’ eyes on him. Slowly, he stood up straight, walked over to the controls, and turned the TARDIS engines on.
He typed in Vastra’s address and took them home glad none of them even tried to talk to him.
When they were gone, he felt Clara staring at him. He knew she was shaken from being in his time stream, and she had no idea about why he was so upset; she had no idea that he had lost her, he had lost River. He gripped the handle bar in front of him so tight he started to lose feeling in his fingers. He fought back the lump that was building in his throat. Slowly she walked towards him obviously not sure what to do.
“Doctor?” she finally asked, her voice quiet and soft. “What happened?”
“Just . . .
Doctor Who-Mels's PastSPOILERS FOR "A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR" AND "LET'S KILL HITLER"!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!
“I’ll see you later, Amy,” I tell my best friend as I grab my coat.
“You sure you don’t want to stay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I actually have someplace I need to be.”
“Well let me take you,” Rory offers.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Mels, it’s pouring out there. You’ll catch a cold in that weather!”
“I like a short walk in the rain. I’m not going far, I’ll be fine.”
“Fine, just don’t blame me if you get a cold.”
“Oh believe me, Rory, I’ll blame you completely,” I tease. He glares at me but I can see the smile he’s hiding. “I’ll see you guys later,” I tell them. They walk me to the door and I flip my black hood up on top of my head and run out onto the pavements outside. I run until I hear the door close then I start to slow do
My MusicI love my music.
It's helped me through a lot of emotional crap.
It's helped some of my closest friends through even worse shit.
My music is the "Outcast" music.
It's the "Emo" music.
The "Sad" music.
It's the rock,
You may not like it at all.
A lot of people don't.
But a lot of people love it.
This is the music that saves lives.
The music that stops people from self-harm,
That makes them feel like they belong.
Most of it is not the "Devil Worshiping" music like lots of people think.
Just look at the lyrics of bands like Flyleaf and Black Veil Brides.
If you look close enough, you'll find they are mostly pure.
They are about standing up for yourself, for your beliefs.
About pushing through the hardships in life, about ignoring the haters,
And loving yourself.
So go ahead and hate it if you want.
Just don't say crap about it to me or it's fans.
Because you don't know their stories, or what this music has done for them.
You can like your music.
I can like mine.
Yes, This Is MeI'm a weirdo, an actress.
I'm an Emo/Goth.
I'm an outcast, pretty low on the food chain of society.
Yes, this is me.
I wear black.
I don't like pink.
I would choose anything dark over anything bright.
Yes, this is me.
I support equal rights.
I support parts of gun rights.
I support anti bullying.
Yes, this is me.
I do wear makeup.
No, I don't put on buckets and buckets of it.
I do feel at least a little pretty with it on.
Yes, this is me.
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
I'm extremely self-conscious of my talents.
But slowly I am getting better.
Yes, this is me.
I love rock/screamo/metal music.
I do not like rap or country or pop music.
I'll sing at the top of my lungs to show tunes.
Yes, this is me.
I don't care what you think about me.
If you like me, fine.
If you don't, fine.
Yes, this is me.
I am a girl who is sweet and caring.
A girl who is loving and will put her friends/family before her.
But I am not the smartest, skinniest, or prettiest girl.
Yes, this is me.
Ganith for TanzaniSPOILERS FOR MOST OF THE BOOKS
Ghastly Bespoke walked down the long corridor of the Irish Sanctuary to his office. It had been a long day full of frantic mages, glass shattering, and angry ferrets and he was glad he could finally go home. He grabbed the key to his office out of his pocket and stuck it in the lock. He twisted it and opened the door.
The room was dark like normal. There were no windows, and shadows of the furniture all around. He stepped inside and immediately tensed up. Something wasn’t right. He slowly closed the door and turned on the poor lighting. The overhead light above flickered on. He turned around slowly. He was prepared to fight, prepared to die but he was not prepared to see the person that was in the room with him.
Tanith Low sat on the big oak desk looking at him with her lips twisted into a malevolent smile.
“Hello, Ghastly,” she said softly. Ghastly stared at her. Every night for two years he laid in bed imagining about what the moment h
I am a RainbowI can be Red...
Angry and dangerous,
those emotions very contagious.
I can be Orange...
I can be so happy and alive,
it will catch you by surprise.
I can be Yellow...
A cheerful bundle of energy,
needing attention from you to me.
I can be Green...
So full of envy and greed,
emotions I do not need.
I can be Blue...
I have loyatly, faith, and trust,
give me those if you must.
I can be Indigo...
Depressed and tears rolling down my face,
wanting nothing more than a comforting embrace.
I can be Purple...
A confusing mystery,
I'll leave you guessing for my history.
I can be Pink...
Giving out gentle love,
my love being bigger than the stars above.
I can be White...
Innocent and pure of heart,
a little girl side I've had from the start.
I can be Silver...
Having soothing wisdom,
giving you a cl
You hold my heart in your hand you hold my hands you make me feel
tightly together completely safe
warmly packed secure always
and friendly and homely
don't let my hand go
back into dark
I love you
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
My IllnessMy invisible illness, you don’t see it at first
But 5 years ago I had an unquenchable thirst
I became quite tired and then stick thin
The hospital said there was a problem within
My body stopped working they don’t really know why
Now it’s all blood tests doctors and insulin supplies
The professionals and nurses are all very kind
But none of them understand how you’re confined
I know I should be grateful and others have it worse
But this is my life and this is my curse
I hope one day maybe they might find a cure
But there are no promises and they don’t know for sure
So each day I get up with extra things on my mind
An extra burden that the universe assigned
And although I get through it, it fills me with fear
That without my meds I wouldn’t be here
What happend to your will?What happened to your will?
To fight against it must be mad?
But our emotions can make us glad.
It feels good just for that moment.
But the aftermath has left us broken.
Why do we follow this master?
Is it cause it gets us to our road faster?
To go against it is a struggle indeed...
Just to follow our own creed.
It not our fault...
Our will was not strong enough.
Then whose fault is it?
Or are we not made of finer stuff?
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
From me to youYou wonder and ask why I care
Why I always seem to be there
Try to downplay every trait
Your doubts I promise to abate
By the very end of my tale
If all else truly does fail
I hope to cast away the stranger
So you can see the true angel
You say people only admire your body
Don't listen to their words so bawdy
You have so much more to give than they know
Don't live in fear let your true colors show
Prove all those crude creatures wrong
Show them that you're indeed strong
You're so much more than a piece of meat
Rise above their harsh lies and deceit
Your talent to turn music into a lovely sound
Why you say it's nothing really I find to be profound
I'd love to sit there and just hear you play
A lovely thing I'd cherish every day
Your personality so kind and pleasing
Makes me heart feel like at times it's seizing
You're more than you make yourself out to be
And I hope that his will help you to see
Whenever we talk I cant help but smile
I haven't felt this great in a while
You might not re
A Mi VidaTe busqué toda una vida.
Insistí lo que quedaba de la mía,
y si de hacerlo desistiera
(de quien te enamoraste)
yo mismo ya no sería;
y tu recuerdo me lo impide,
y, a la vez, me motiva
a seguir y vivir esta maldita vida
sin sentirte de nuevo, Vida mía.
Tu recuerdo, de luz me llena,
y acto seguido, me castiga,
pero si no te recordara
sería lo último que haría,
pues solo mi final aliena
lo mejor que me pasara
en mi vida,
My SaviorsThey aren’t angels,
But they aren’t devils,
They have their drama
And they face their own problems
They go through sorrow,
Sometimes hide in the shadows
They are just humans
Who sometimes stand in what feels like ruins.
They are my friends
And they will be in my heart until the end.
So I thank you
For the people I can look to.
You have been my helpers.
You have been my saviors.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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