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Phanerozoic lately i've had a certain thought stuck in my brain,
the thought of how easily i can change my fate.
retrospectives play and replay a silly habit embedded in me
like fossils rested in subsoil,
like little insects trapped in golden amber,
like gems cased in by stone:

i wait until its too late to open up.
by then, i've just learned to make myself comfortable.
i imagine how beautiful i could be if i opened up like gardenia.

i make promises to myself that things will be different next year,
that

The True Gospel of Jesus ChristTrue believers, you are release from eternal death and fear. Rejoice and be glad!

(read:

Inasmuch then as the children have partaken of flesh and blood, He Himself likewise shared in the same, that through death He might destroy him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, and release those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage. (Hebrews 2:14, 15 NKJV)

So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is you

To my Dearest Dearest Delilah,
Nights have gotten colder. The days are darker as the shrapnel draws nearer. Oh how I miss our days spent together. Do you recall the days at the beach? When the sun had rested perfectly over us, wrapping us in its warmth and light, as if our days would never be disgraced with gloom and darkness? I savor these memories as if they were still mine to cling to. But these memories are not mine anymore. They belong to the man who had waved a sorrowful goodbye to you on the boat that sailed him the farthest he has ever gone.
Now a new man rests in his place. He is frightened of the noises, of the cries and the echo of bullet shells piercing skulls and clanking to the floor as if they rained down endlessly. This man cannot think of anything else but his inevitable death as he runs through the fields of darkness, doing his best to survive and return to you, the woman who still knows the man he used to be. For the man you hold was ki

Fuck The Love Cap. 6 Vuelve Conmigo

- Al día siguiente, Cadence se levanta, con sueño… porque era Lunes D:< -

Cadence: Adfsga… lo bueno es que yo no voy a la escuela lalala (8) (??
Natasha: Cadence… estamos de vacaciones (?
Cadence: ¿Enserio? – Revisa el calendario – oh cierto (?
Natasha: Y Cadence… ehm… ¿salimos a tomar un café? C:
Cadence: Natasha… ¿Estás haciendo que me sienta mal de nuevo carajo?
Natasha: -Searching- uh… neh, que importa vístete (?
Cadence: ¿Para qué?
Natasha: Solo… tu cámbiate (?

- Cadence se cambia, y Natasha

Dear Society...Dear Society,

I'm writing because as of late, I have been feeling a bit ashamed of myself. I've been neglecting you and your own feelings so very heavily. Yes, I know.. Perhaps my time to repent has past and I've officially been announced an outcast, but I plead to you with sincerity in my heart, I need your advice on how best to please you and your specific ideals. After all, I don't want to be an outcast or a disappointment. No one likes seeing an untouchable in the streets and I really should be trying harder to make you satisfied rather than worrying about what I want. I mean, why bother with that, when I can have your approval? That sho

My Libyan Civil War Neutral Note to School IdiotsDear

Just because I draw a picture of Gaddafi with a R.I.P doesn't mean I am Pro-Gaddafi! So Shut the F**K up, so you guys think I give a F**KING damn about the Libyan Civil War? Well no! Ever since the Libyan Civil War started I am completely neutral. And You can't force me to take sides okay? I'm not with the F**KING rebels or the Damn Government of Libya!?!!?

So stop giving me a S**tstorm on my view of Socialism! Just because I like that economic system you don't have to give me harsh comments on it. Yes I know Gaddafi comment several crimes against humanity but they is some parts of him which is positive!

Just because I draw a Memorial

What, you love maths?!Tuesday, May 7
National Teacher Appreciation Day 2013

We all have teachers that we either love or hate. We have teachers that aggravate us and wish that we did not have to go to school, but at the same time, we have the teachers that put a warmth in our hearts and balance out the hate we have towards school. Although I did not publicly wish my maths teacher a happy teacher's day and I know that it is perhaps a tad bit late, this is my thank you letter.

To my maths teacher of three years,

Contrary to those that absolutely hate maths, I have actually always been quite neutral to the subject. I did not hate it, but neither did I love it. I wi

Letter.Des,
Let me get this straight, I'm bad at this. It's extremely hard for me to say any of my feelings to anyone, even verifying it to myself. But somehow, all the stress expressing my feelings like some love struck poet go away when I just think of you. Yeah. That's right. I like you. I've liked you for a long time. It's just I pushed that thought away thinking I'd have no chance with you. Well, I guess this is the right time to tell you how I really feel.
Let's start with my first impression on you. It was ninth grade; first week of band. We were getting to know everybody and stuff. I looked around the room and saw a bunch of people I didn't know. I was talking to some friends and they pointed out you. My first impression wasn't all that great. You had long hair back then, so you kind of looked funny. I was skeptical about you. I thought you wouldn't like me at all. You seemed like a decent guy, just not the one I'd ever be friends with. Ninth grade went by without us ever t

Three words that are sooooo trThree words that are sooooo true am sorry to say them but
It is
Derp derp derp sobsobsosnb :(::::::::

Wow I really need to ventMy mother is all bitchy and on a cleaning rampage, she's screaming at me because I forgot to wipe off the sink knobs and sweep. Well, I didn't really forget to sweep, I was just sitting outside on the porch steps to try and get some peace and quiet, and I was gonna come back inside and sweep as soon as I calmed down. Why was I trying to calm down you ask? Because, you know those people that are always smiling? Laughing? Cheering everyone up? Those people that will come up behind you and hug you and laugh when you scream because they scared the ever living shit out of you? Yeah, I have one of those friends. She seems like a pretty happy person

A letter from the past A letter from the past
Written by me exactly one year ago and answered by me in the present. Present me is in bold and is answering my past self’s questions

Dear future me,

How have I been?
Eh not bad, could be worse

I've been pretty good, 11th grade is almost over. I'm gonna miss me Senior Friends though...
You and me both, but we got over it

Whats it like being a senior?
Awesome, get the perks and the knowledge of knowing you're almost done!

Whats it like knowing high school is finally behind you?
Truthfully, a little scarey. Its all i've known for so many years its gonna be weird not going anymore

Did I ever catch t

Happy Birthday Topic: Deep BluHappy Birthday
Topic: Deep Blue May 16, 2013

Dear Mom,
First, I want to say I love you and miss you so very much. You left us much too soon.
Julie, Linda and I are taking this so hard. How do you lose your Mother and not hurt or
fall apart. I hope that heaven knows what a wonderful person they took away from us and just how much we are hurting because of it. I hope you find a way back to let us know you are ok.

Second, today is your Birthday. I decided to make you a cake. Jules and Sis said they would not make cakes because they could hear you now saying how fat all that cake would make you, lol. So we are each doing our own thing in hon

Something to RememberDear Diary,

I’m not really feeling like my normal self today. Not really chipper, happy, cheerful… But instead, I feel torn, sad, and depressed. You see, my friend, I learned about a special person not too long ago. Their name you ask? Well, I’m talking about Brian N. Hoeflinger.

According to a site I was given, this young man was in a tragic accident on February 2nd, 2013. Cause of death? The infamous murderer known as drunk driving. Little did he know, that first time drinking would be his very last.

I never knew Brian. We don’t live in the same state. What I do know is that he was 18 years old, and a great perso

BilLiz [par-4]Bueno, de vuelta en mi iglú

Yo: *dormida* Ikuto tsukiyomi......... Edward Elric.......... Adam Young *sigo dormida*

Cuando de repente entra alguien a mi cuarto

Yo: *me despierto y enciendo la luz* Miguel?? What???

Miguel: aaaah, holis?

Yo: que haces acá, en mi iglú, en mi habitación

Miguel: bueno, este, aaaahm...... mira allá es una araña

Yo: donde, las adoro

Miguel: no eres normal.... las chicas odian a las arañas

Yo: soy diferente y que???

Miguel: que es extraño e ilógico

Yo: por cierto, responde ¬_¬

Miguel: pero mira a la estúpida araña

Yo: para que??? para echarme, no se, algo asqueroso, feo y/o aterrador???

Miguel: tal vez?

till this heartyou kiss me
in the lamplight
and inch by inch
sow me anew,
in the ragged plains
that is this flesh
and with each brush
of lips, each whisper
you unearth me
and bury me again,
and find where i thought
myself to be most soiled
and where my skin is darkest,
you make sure, fifty times,
together,
we find sunlight

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as trembling hands sew
what is left of
a lovely visage.
Imminent disasters
that send the world
falling to its knees,
as the backdrop of the universe
bends against the will
of its god,
and the fear-stricken children
of this realm are demolished
upon swimming in never-ending flows
of hate and ignorance.
Open your eyes,
all that seems to be beneficial
to your rotting human existence,
will drain you of your will to live.
Your body, like the discards of a dull record
on a lifeless day,
will be disposed of
like the waste of flesh that it is.

WaitI have to take a second look,
delve into the past that has shaped the sufferings of my mind,
I stepped on the shards of the mirror,
my blood covers the floor.
I realize that I am barefoot, that I am not breathing.
Who is this?
A scar sits upon my chest, from where I attempted
to pierce my lungs,
but the few tears I cried
were those of happiness.
What have I become?
I am confused,
all the papers have been scattered, and I search
for the one that bears the truth,
as soon as the building is set to flames.
I inhale the smoke.
Too familiar of a feeling.

HazinessHaziness of the lights, blurred vision
breath shortened to weak rasps,
hands frail, the weapon is dropped,
and into the room the rest run.
Faces looming above, they stare you down,
eyes filled with fight, tears falling,
cries echoing,
echoing,
echoing in the chambers of my mind.
Go away.
Cloth to neck,
panic and fury,
our eyes meet.
Slight smile, clothing is colored bright.
Final sight of your lips, and darkness floods,
as faint sirens screech
in the distance.

You and ILingering through my dreams,
Grasping my hand,
in a gentle dance,
across the field of swaying flowers.
Holding you close,
embracing against the shine of the sun,
soothed by the touch of the wind.
And laying in the rain,
just you and I,
hoping to be yours till the end of time.
I close my eyes,
and hope
till the beating of the rain
ceases.

I Love YouI love you more than anything
more than anyone,
I'll miss you more than I miss anything,
even the bliss that I had lost
I want you more than my hidden desires
that tug at my aching heart
But it seems that you have ran off,
out of my arms,
and out of sight
And I'm sorry
for saying all the wrong words,
and being all the wrong things.
I love you
so even if you don't come back,
my love will forever be for no one but you.

I don't careI no longer care
It's just a mere wound,
just another drop of blood,
and just a little sob.
It becomes routine,
part of the coldness of your hearts.
Please tell me why God has chosen me
to live on this planet.
Somberly, along this oppressive path.
I wanted nothing.
And you got everything.

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To Whom it Doesn't Concern

by ~HiddenShadowSpirit, Dec 11, 2012, 3:27:54 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Letters

Hello.
I've truly realized how none of you care.
You act as if you do, but in the end, you are concerned with no one but yourselves.
I had never asked for much. A simple kindness was worth too much to give, it seems, but I understand.
I wasn't the person you were looking to give it to.
I learned that I've never wanted to be.
Never wanted to breathe, never wanted to live.
Mostly because, there is nothing worth living for, not even myself.
Why must I suffer? Why do I let myself face this agony and this pain?
You say that this is selfish, because it'll only inflict pain upon others, but there'll be none.
Because you don't care.
It is selfish of you to degrade me for wanting release, for letting me crumble and wither away.
But you don't care.
You're just like everyone else. And hopefully you will suffer just as much as I have to.
It's unbearable. It's indescribable.
It's consumed me.
I've turned into this monster.
And it's time that I rid the world of it.
Farewell.

To Whom it Doesn't Concernby ~HiddenShadowSpirit

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A letter that I wrote.
Don't ask who it's about.

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~ShidaHeiwajima Dec 13, 2012 Writer

v.v Your not a monster....-hugs- I've been on hiatus due to no home, but I've been attempting to get internet hopefully we can talk more

~HiddenShadowSpirit Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm sorry to hear that, I'm here if you'd like to talk.
*hugs*

~ShidaHeiwajima Dec 23, 2012 Writer

Thanks. I really need it. And I trust you too.

~MasterPhantasos Dec 12, 2012

2angsty4me

~HiddenShadowSpirit Dec 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm 26e4u.

~MasterPhantasos Dec 12, 2012

Too sixy for my shirt.

~HiddenShadowSpirit Dec 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Too sixy for these pants.

~TMMvocaloid Dec 11, 2012 Student Writer

I WONT! sometimes i just rwrite things that arnt about anyone in particular, i just get the feeling that i want to write it.and sometimes its about someone that i dont want to menion, AWSOME POEM BTW!

~HiddenShadowSpirit Dec 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's actually supposed to be a letter. XD
But thanks. ^_^

~TMMvocaloid Dec 11, 2012 Student Writer

Same same. srry if i dont reply my laptop has decided to be slow today.

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