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Canu HurtrwyddI don't want to be cowardly anymore
And I'm well aware that being brave-
Means I'm simultaneously choosing to be dumb
But in this moment-
This part of my life-
I feel it's necessary to go for this
I can count many moments of alleged intelligence
And astonishingly few moments of courage
My soul needs to sing again
And singing freely requires some stupidity
Since it's inevitable that people will try to silence you
They'll try to break you-
And hurt you-
And take away everything you've worked in this life for
I know that because that's what they're doing now-
Whenever a tiny mumble escapes my tightened lips
But I need to go further
Chance the consequences
I have to be as brave as I pretend to be
Just like Sierra
I need this right now
I just need this right now
Regardless of how foolish I'm well aware that this will be
My soul needs to sing again
Ain't Got No SleepNo sleep ain't good
Nor is coffee
But I do both
And one fuels the other
This ain't good
No, this ain't good
I'm all veins and bloodshot eyes
After 10 cups of coffee I'm thinkin'
No, this ain't good at all
But I do it
227-244-6773You're the only one I can talk to on the phone
So it hurts especially
When you get mad with me for taking up your time
As if I don't have things to do, too
But they aren't more important than talking to you for a bit
Though your things are more important than talking to me
VeinsMy veins in my wrists are poking through my skin
It's really gross
I hate veins
At least when they show like this
It's like the line in 'Esperanza Rising'
Where she complains of her worker's hands
But this was brought on by sorry
I'm sure of it
I'd like to get fatter, only for the sake to cover up these gross blue tributaries
I thought of tattoos, but I'd only find it grosser
I could wear many bracelets
But they might rupture the wounds
I hate this
I hate this
They can't see that I'm falling apart
But if they knew the former me
They would see what this place does to me
I'm disintegrating, for God's sake.
Mama says my voice has changed
And that scares me more than anything-
My voice means the world to me, as odd as that might be.
I'd rather have gross veins and a good voice.
I'd wear opera gloves when I sang it.
But I'm falling apart in multiple ways
Which I surely cannot control
And I need to write
Resting these gross wrists on the warm laptop.
I constantly feel like a zombie here.
NecessaryI have to leave
I have my reasons
They say I'm dumb and weak
But I think I'd be more so staying when I know it would destroy me
And not for the better, either.
I've felt destroyed before
But it made the triumph sweeter
But here is not fertile ground for triumph.
As misled as I may have been at the beginning,
At least I know that now.
And, God, am I aware now
There's no place for soft and sappy here
There's no place for someone like me
I think it'd be bad of me to stay
Unkind, in a way
Since self-destruction is still destruction
And I am necessary
Despite it all, I know I'm necessary
So I have to leave
I have my reasons
JoyI want to be a sap.
I want to smile like a dork thinking about my favorite characters in a kick-line.
I want to laugh uncontrollably when Jimmy or Billy or whatever his name is falls into the Grotto.
I want to cry happy tears when I realize that we made people laugh.
I want to read to children.
I want to draw cards for my friends and write them poems.
I want to go to tumultuous parties, where the worst that could happen is a hangover, but it's worth it.
I want musical theatre to remain as schmaltzy as it is.
I want summer and staying up all night to sit talking inside playgrounds.
I want Valleyfair and the lazy river.
I want escapism.
I want to cry because I love people so much and I don't know what else to do.
I want hugs that last for hours.
I want the right before, before someone leaves.
I want to let people hear me sing and see me cry.
I want to talk at chipotle about the homophobia we've experienced, and laugh it off with "they're just silly jocks".
I want last summer to be the st
No 003070These are the things I know.
I'm sure that I should keep writing poetry (even though it might suck thoroughly).
I know love musicals-
I know I'd far prefer being sappy than being stoic-
This is becoming an I am song
And since I'm so unsure of myself in every way, shape and form
An I am song might be worthwhile
I know I no longer like my endings like I like my chocolate-
I know, I suppose, I often like my endings sad, but this is not the end
I know won't let it be because, as weak and frail and I might be
I know I've been torn down by cold winds and cruelty
I know I am necessary
I know that in (let me count again) seven days I will see my mama and brother.
I know I feel bad when I call him my surrogate brother
It seems cruel, even though it's true
I know I should just say brother, even though people are so backward that they stop me mid-story to say-
"He can't be your brother, he's black! And you're not. And he's black!"
That's what I'm dealing with here-
That much idiocy in
Dionysia and PanathenaiaI definitely think theatre is lots like sports
Now, both sides of the comparison will hate me
But the more I watch the Tony's
Like a nostalgic high school football-player
Like a fanatic
The more I witness that, and all else theatrical
I realize how much it pushes the human body and condition to the brink
And of course I love theatre much much more
But I love it like a sports fan
I'd paint my face and scream all night just for the sake of watching
And I'd near sell my soul to participate
Even for a moment in the limelight
One triumph would be worth a million wounds
I suppose I just miss it
But absence makes the heart grow fonder
And I realize how much I took it for granted
So when I go back
I'm going to audition like a fiend
I don't need to go pro
I just need it in my life
And I suppose I can add that to my ever-shortening list
Of thing I know for sure
But if I don't keep on with this dream
Though broadway isn't my goal
I'll just be some sad and bitter malcontent on the couch
Syndicat Lib des Bateliers Indep Tarif Reduit PriI'm perfectly content with poetry.
I'm hardly perfectly content with anything else.
I itch all over, figuratively.
I feel so needy, though I am on my own.
I want heroes and home, things I never let myself be fooled by before.
But that was because I had them then.
I would be an alcoholic if I were to stay.
I know that's odd and presumptuous to claim, but I know I would be.
Many here are anyways.
I would become a pretty little bouquet of things I would never want to be.
That is if I were to stay, but I'm not staying.
I'm not staying.
I'm not staying.
I want to be naked and drunk and madly in love.
I want to be religious and settle-down-ish.
And most of all-
I want to sing!
I want to sing!
I want to sing!
And though these wants and needs and oddities are as incoherent as everything that enters and exits my brain here.
I know I'm coming home.
Mama says all will fall into place then, but I won't hold my breath.
Crisises, existential, midlife, or otherwise, aren't easily shaken off.
Mending Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader x ?)
(Male! Hungary x reader x ?)
2nd installment to 'Crushing Flowers'
I’m stupid….the awesome :iconmasamihayato: pointed out how fucked up I did the ages…..GAH I’m stupid.
Danny (because I’m too lazy to do that thing with the key bored yadda yadda stuff): also 27
Everybody else is either 26, 27, or 28
They met when they were in their early twenties (21) and married at 23, reader finished lawyer school(?) (XD) at 26.
Does this make more sense? I was trying to equal up the ages and stuff but I must have forgotten to edit certain parts out, gomen, excuse my laziness!
Alright! Sorry! Story time!
Tinkering Little Emil (Reader x Toy! Iceland)
Tinkering Little Emil
(Mrs. Clause! Reader x doll! Iceland)
A holiday story
Song(s) ‘Opus 20’ from Dustin O’Halloran (Please listen to get the spirit of the holiday’s going or else you may not get the full feeling!~)
“You know, you should throw that old toy away, I think you’ve done enough damage as it is Peter.” An English accented voice rang through a large manor.
“Nah uh! Emil is so much fun to play with, plus uncle Berwald gave him to me when I was three!” A softer version of the previous voice
Zombie Hospital Part 1Author's Note: I have heard of the walking dead, I have not seen it. So if anything resembles it is purely coincidental. I did however watch High School of the dead, which in part inspired this story.
Story tags: zombies, Horror, Pregnant, Gravid, Round, Zewhatcher, Pregnancy,
It was late 2013 and the zombie outbreak had begun to spread. The first reported cases were rare, out in the middle of nowhere. Small areas in the jungles of South America and Africa, then it began to appear in larger metropolitan areas and then it spread around the globe. Medical experts and scientists did their best to try and figure out where patient zero was and how to combat the disease, but were soon running for their lives as the lately dead erupted from their coffins.
Gamers tried and failed at fighting off the zombie horde; unlike how many thought they would be. It turns out that shooting a gun in a video game and shooting one in real life are very, very different.
The Unknown Companion- Doctor x Reader (Chap 6)
“(Name)!” Rose’s voice rang out, “Where are you?”
(Name) had slowly wandered through the opera house when she finally heard Rose calling her. She changed directions and headed straight to the voice until she saw the face of her.... ‘friend’. She couldn’t really tell how close they were, but something nagged at her mind. It wasn’t a big issue right now, but it was still an issue all the same. Rose looked at her and smiled.
“(Name),” she sighed, “Where were you?”
“I should ask the same.” the (h/c) haired woman countered in a calm tone.
Rose laughed lightly, “Looking for you. Do you think we should leave here?”
(Name) shook her head, “No... I have a feeling he’ll be here. I don’t know when, but he’ll show up.”
Rose shrugged slightly but went with the statement, “And until then?”
“We buy tickets to the next show.”
(Name) and Rose bo
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 1This was officially the worst idea you had ever had. You didn’t know a thing about New York even though you’d been born here. Your parents had sent you to boarding school in England at a young age and it was there that you had grown up, gone to college, and pretty much lived your life. That’s not to say you weren’t loved or that you were abandoned, your family visited you often, but since you didn’t like to fly they always came to you.
You looked up at the buildings that towered over you ominously, it had definitely changed since then. Being lost wasn’t actually such a bad thing or well it wouldn’t be if the sky wasn’t drenching you with water that was threatening to turn into snow as the temperature crept lower.
You cursed yourself for all the mistakes you’d made today- leaving without your warm outer coat, losing your wallet at the checkpoint, letting your phone run out of batteries, pretty much this whole day was a mistake.
Revenge of the Siblings (2) The employee grabbed a pink corset out of her box, and fit it around my waist. She pulled on it with all her might, shrinking my waist down as much as possible, wiping the breath out of me.
"This next part is very special." The employee said, taking out a weird looking body suit out of the box. There were wires and needles and all sorts of things running everywhere inside of the body suit, and it took her a long time to attach all the needles and wires to me, while gluing the body suit to my body. "This is so you can be controlled when your sisters want you to do something." I noticed that the body suit had giant E - sized breasts with it, and when I struggled around, the boobs jiggled and moved around - just like normal ones.
The employee glued the neck of the body suit to me, fitting in the last wires and needles into my body. She then bent down and undid the locks on the boots. I instantly tried to run away, but for some reason I coul
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 2Once you were both in the elevator and the doors had closed you pressed the button for Tony’s floor and Bruce’s heart fell. You were probably one of his many girls, he reasoned, wondering if you knew that Tony seemed to be pretty committed to Pepper.
He was about to hint at it when you calmly stated, “Jarvis dear, would you please let Tony know that I’m here?”
The AI’s voice promptly responded, “I’m sorry Miss, I’m afraid I can’t. He’s in his workshop and has asked not to be disturbed unless it is an emergency.”
You closed your eyes and let your breath out slowly, trying to calm your frustrations, “Jarvis I just got on a plane for the first time in over 20 years I think that constitutes as something worthy of disturbing him.”
“Of course Miss. I’ll let him know right away.” The voice answered just as the doors pinged open.
You sighed as you took in the layout of the floor and then strod
Love of a Giant: Chapter SeventeenA week had gone by since meeting Bloodshed’s friends. Soundwave had kept a close eye on the princess and the prince and his friend whenever they were alone together. So far, she seemed safe with the two giants and Bloodshed made sure that Novabomb did not lay a hand on her. And the prince didn’t seem to be interested in her sexually, which was a relief.
Still, she had to remain alert. She never knew if Bloodshed was simply acting the part. There were always those types of men who would be sweet and kind one moment before turning violent and sadistic the next. Christ, her own deceased husband was like that. And if that turned out to be the case with Bloodshed, then Soundwave would do everything in her power to protect Thornstriker from the same abuse she had faced with Razorcut.
Soundwave was watching from the parlor Thornstriker chatting with Novabomb out in the garden. Bloodshed had been with them a few minutes ago, but a servant had told him something that made him get up
MY Father - MY Dad
After all this I made a realization. As you unfortunately know, my father died. He was consumed with his material worth and that was his downfall- it was to be expected. Still I can't believe he's gone, after selfish wishing through the years I finally know this isn't what I wanted. This isn't good at all. He's my father- I just am sad. That's the thing, my epiphany. Throughout it all and within your forever-flowing pages, I refer to the man as my father, my dad! I suppose that's all he ever was, not a friend or protector, just a relative. I'll go to the funeral. He always said that I looked ready for one. I may have hated him, but he deserves someone to mourn him.
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