Said and DoneWhat will I do now? Now that things have been said and done.What will I do now? Will I crawl away or run?The only thing that I'll ever knowIs that I should've said other things a long, long time ago.When, when will I begin to live again?When, when will I move on?When will I learn how to live another life?What will I do now?Who will I call?What will I do to survive through this life?What will I do?There are so many questions,But the one thing I know is thatYou deserved better than me.What will I do now?Where will I go?All I can do now is sing these sorrows.What will I do now? Now that things have been said.What will I do now? Will I crawl away or run?Well, the only thing I know is that I should've said,that I will love you for who you are.
CriminalWhen all the crimes in the world are done, the innocent are the ones who suffer the most. There is no justice-we like to believe there is, but in reality there's not. We like to think that locking someone away or punishing them in some form is going to bring back what the innocent lost. Pain, crime...and the innocent...never really evens out when you think of it.
BrokenMy heart was once born completely intact…but it was life that destroyed it. From a young age, my heart was beaten so much to the point that it became crippled and fearful of all others. My heart beat faintly within my breast-so faintly that I could not even tell that I was alive. My heart remained like that for most of my life. However, for a brief moment, someone tried to repair its crippled-ness. However, as my heart slowly grew stronger…and I started feeling alive for the first time in a very long time, it was a lie. My heart eventually fell from their hands and onto the floor, left yet again to be abandoned, crippled…broken…dead. Slowly and slowly my heart went back into that faint feeling. Am I alive? Or am I dead? I do not know, but I hope that one day my heart will belong to someone who will not break it. If only that day will ever come.
BirdOne day, I'd like to go to a place where I can be free. Where I can express my life the way I want to express it. A place in which my freedoms to do what I wish with my own possessions are in my control. I want to be in a place that always welcomes my thoughts and my ideas and is never judgmental. But where can I find this glorious place…my utopia? A place unknown to me, but known to those of whom I share a close companionship with? A place perhaps all on its lonesome? A place in the city? A place in the suburbs? Or…perhaps a place even in the slums? I know not where this place lies, but all I know is that I wish to be a bird that flies up above the sky. Such freedom. Such beauty. Such grace that they own. But alas I always seem to find that I am a caged bird who sings-yet I am never let free. Perhaps one day I will be set free, yet I do not see that freedom near. I walk through darkness in hopes that I will stumble upon my dream of freedom. Perhaps I am an idiot for dreami
Varekai: Love and WarNight time has fallen. Alice continues to search for Icarus out in the forest-like areas of the realm. Little does Alice know that Icarus has finally gotten word that Alice has been looking for him. He too has managed to make his way out to the forest-like area, bringing the Skywatcher along with him as his guide (who happens to be carrying a ballon-like contraption that he had been working on from earlier). They soon hear Alice calling out for him tiredly. Icarus quickly makes his way towards her as fast as his broken legs will allow him."Icar-?!" Alice softly cries out."Alice!!" Icarus interrupts her, causing her to turn around quickly."Icarus!" A smile appears on her face as she makes her way towards him. "I'm so happy I've found you!" She happily exclaims."Me too." He says with a smile."I-I was worried about you so much…" Alice replies softly, blushing."Y-you were?" He asks her, feeling slightly flushed."Yes…" She says, inching towards him."…Well…I'm
Tips on making a musical purchaseOkay! So! It's mid-August and save some bunny (money) for really awesome Christmas presents may be on the brain. No? Well, that's okay! After all, there are still a couple of holidays before it anyways! BUT-! In case you are saving up for that really awesome gift for that special someone and you may wanna turn your head towards a musical instrument, I feel that it's only right that I give you some advice! Why me? Well…not only am I a studying to become a professional musician, I've done A LOT of shopping (mainly online) for musical instruments that I need. So today, I'm going to give you some of my personal experiences when shopping for musical instruments-mainly online.Okay! So we all know that when someone starts shopping for musical instruments, a person may feel inclined to want to visit their local music store-which is the first shopping plus. But someone with very little musical background, shopping for their musician or a loved one who has always wanted to lean an instrum
Why?Why?Why was I cursed with these size C tumors on my chest?Why do I have this silly curve at my waist?Why do my friends and family refer to me with ugly names like "her" and "she"?Why is there an empty space between my legs?Why can people tell me "You're a really ugly girl"?Why won't people call me "A nice guy"?Why don't my parents love me for who I am?Why have my friends left me because I'm in the wrong body?Why am I abused at school?Why did that boy on my bus try to rape me?Why don't I want sex?Why have I never truly considered someone "Hot" or "Sexy"?Why can I love someone without being attracted to them?Why does no one care about me?Why can't I trust anyone except my closest friend?Why do my male friends say "If only you were a boy"?Why do I hate myself?Why must I wait seven years to change myself?Why am I...... a girl..?My name is Kameryn Theresa Pratt, and I am an asexual female to male transgender.
There are Bronies and HasBroniesBroniesFans of MLP. They acknowledge when something is right or wrong. They respect an other bronies' views and opinions.HasbroniesThe so called "True" MLP fans. Those are the people that are loyal to Hasbro regardless of what the company puts out regarding MLP. They defend everything that Hasbro is doing and don't acknowledge the company's mistakes. They judge fans, that don't like Alicorn Twilight or Equestria Girls, as "not true" fans. They attack anything or anyone who opposes Alicorn Twilight or Equestria Girls.
Sex Scene TipsTrigger warning: rape.Okay, here's the thing: if you're writing a sex scene and you want it to come off as sexy and nice and all of that, YOUR CHARACTERS NEED TO HAVE CONSENT. You know what sex without consent is called? Rape.I am absolutely enraged right now. It's 2015 and people are writing fics where the tone conveys that this scene is supposed to be hot and sexy and cool but there's NO CONSENT AT ALL. "But Amaranth!" you ask me. "This one character isn't saying 'no,' it can't be rape, right?" Yes, I'll give you that rape is sex without consent so saying 'no' does qualify as rape, these other scenarios also count as rape:1. Sex while one partner is asleep.2. Sex while one partner is passed out.3. Sex while one partner is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, or has their judgement impaired in some other way.4. Sex while one partner has made it clear they're not interested in sex, whether through body language or vocally.I understand sex can
MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight1) The books were so poorly written as far as plot and dialogue that they had to have James's group attacking and Charlie in danger from the beginning to have anything to work with.2) While I have "inserted" myself into books I have read, it was generally because I fell in love with a well created character or world. Not because I wanted to have sex with Michelangelo's David.3) After reading Meyer's books I checked the web for outcry by the same people who criticized Rowling for using the occult, and I couldn't find it. To me that's crazy as vampires are part of the occult.4) Crazily enough if you think about it, Meyer's books are worse because Rowling's was not suggesting that humans should mate with the occult monsters simply because they are beautiful and smell good.5) It is entirely sexual attraction from appearance and smell, and lacks substance. It is for this reason that I do not consider it a love story.6) I have found mention that critics are saying that Twilight is horro
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
Makorra Week - Day 3: Genderbender~P~Genderbender~P~"Hey, Makoto, what do you think about going on a blind date?"Makoto rolled her eyes at her sister's inquiry Bolan was always trying to set her up, get her "out into the dating world" so that she wasn't always hanging around their attic apartment. She usually brushed off her attempts, as she had more important things to focus on, but this was the last straw Makoto was irritated, and something needed to be said so that the Earthbender would learn to leave her sister's non-existent love life alone."Bolan," she started in a lecturing tone, "how many times to do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in a boyfriend? I don't care if you want one, go for it but I need to stay focussed on helping us win this Pro-Bending tournament."Bolan crossed her arms at Makoto and smirked. "If you aren't interested in one, then why do I always catch you checking out Korro?" Upon seeing her sister's face redden, Bolan's smirk grew she knew she had back
Setosorcerer One-Shot: The Box of HopeInspired by :iconoOkiwiheartOo:Seto heart sank as his so-called "friends" went on to explain more of why he was being let go, removed, fired, exiled, kicked from the team. He felt tears trace down his cheeks as they talked, but his cloak hid it. He knew Ty was trying not to cry, but ended up doing just that, except silently. "It's nothing personal...it's just..." Mitch went on, but Seto wasn't listening. Yeah right, it's everything but "personal.""N-no... I-I get it..." He said weakly. I didn't get it at all!!! They were throwing me out like a rag!! And for what profit?! "But, no matter what, you're at the highest of honers in our friendship." Adam said in a failed attempt to make him feel better. I haven't heard from any of them except Ty for months..."O-okay...J-j-just...goodbye..." The broken sorcerer mumbled, cutting of the skype chat before bursting into tears. This went on for days... Then
Brave Self-PortraitI'm five-foot-four, a hundred and twelve. I'd finally broken a hundred and twenty, but an accident landed me in a wheelchair for a few months. I don't actually mind my weight, but I think my family's afraid I'll disappear. That's no concern now, though it was, admittedly, years ago.My bob-length hair is baby-fine, but I have so much that it seems thick. It's a shade of strawberry blonde that others covet and try to bottle. When Jacky calls it rose gold, I feel beautiful. But when anyone calls it blonde or orange, I can't help feeling annoyed. Sometimes I miss when it was darker, like a penny, but if I turn my head to the side and peer into my reflection through my dwindling periphery, I might catch a glimpse of it shining under the fluorescent bathroom lights. My hair is my favorite thing about my appearance.I have hazel-brown eyes that, I'm told, are large, somewhat slanted, expressive, sport heavy lids and long lashes, and dance in search of light. I wish I knew what people mean wh
Goodbye, Rukia Goodbye, Rukia by: Wandering-HeartbeatIt was a chilly day, it was fall in Soul Society. Orange, Red, and Yellow leaves were everywhere, Byakuya was walking through his manor, when he spots Renji and Rukia by the Cherry Tree in the garden by the pond where Byakuya keeps Koi fish, Hisana loved Koi fish.The Cherry blossom tree was a beautiful rustic color, Rukia stops taking her hand out of Renjis, she stares up at the Orange and Red tree, it's beautiful light pink blossoms no where to be seen."I love the colors there so warm and beautiful..." Renji looks at Rukias petite frame standing in front of the big Cherry tree as she stretches a hand towards the trunk,
CompleteIs how I feel whenever I am with you.