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A Writer's ApologyI'm sorry
I stayed up late
Last night again
I stayed up too long reading
Last night again
But how can you expect
For me to sleep with all these ideas
In my head
How can you expect
For me to rest with all these untold stories
In my head
I can't risk
Sleeping and losing
Because I can't risk
Becoming another face in the crowd, not following
So I guess I'm sorry
Just ban me from everything so I won't
One day I'll cause someone else to
The Daydreamer's LamentI long to close the gap
Between the realm of fiction and reality
And bring this lonely soul
A friend from the world I wish I lived in...
Whovians and Homecoming School spirit. Homecoming. Dress-Up Day. Three things that were happing today. The first two I could care less about, but the third...I was bristling with excitement. From the moment I woke up, fifteen minutes before my alarm went off, I was energized and hurrying to get ready. I threw open my closet doors and pulled my costume off it's hanger. Grinning, I got dressed and headed off.
Once I got to school, a million eyes greeted me in the commons. Well, things were going as expected so far.
I was wearing a tweed jacket over a off-white dress shirt, with red suspenders and dress pants, with a bow-tie topping it all off.
I was the Doctor.
Crossdressing day was on Wednesday, but this was different. This. Was. Cosplay!
"Anne!" My best friend, Grace, called to me. She was wearing a bright pink wig and accompanying bright pink
Graduation DayI may not be a senior, but I still go.
Partially because I have to, but I need to as well.
I look out across the football field at the graduates...
The same field we marched on every Friday.
The same field we forged bonds.
Bonds that'll be forgotten?
As for the seniors, I feel my heart break.
So many of them I was close friends with.
So many I still want to talk to.
So many I'm afraid will forget me.
The conductor raises his baton, and I try to focus on my music.
I hear all their names called.
And each one of our seniors, the band seniors,
Looks over at us.
And I know, that they'll remember each and every one of us.
Amy Alone~A Doctor Who Fan-FictionNOTE: This takes place during the events of the Doctor Who episode "The Girl Who Waited." Spoilers?
This is where I am now. This was supposed to be a vacation from all the craziness of traveling with the Doctor. Turns out, the number two most popular tourist planet has a deadly plague! And there's two timestreams too...one normal, and a faster, compressed one. At least, that's what the Doctor says. He told me to go into the facility, so he can rescue me. So he said. So he said.
But I know he's coming. Actually, I know both of my boys are coming for me. The Doctor, my Raggedy Doctor from when I was a girl, who came back for me, and Rory, the Last Centurion, the man who watched over
To Those Who Wish To Dishearten MeTo those who shower put-downs,
To those who pour insults,
To those who wish to dishearten me,
You're not getting your way.
I've fought you for over a year now.
You show no signs of stopping.
Yet I continue to outdo myself,
Occasionally even outdoing you.
Yes, I have faltered a little,
But that was ages ago.
Now I'm older, wiser,
Mentally and emotionally I've grown.
So while I may stumble.
(And I know you'll be there to point it out)
I'll always get up and be better.
So, dislikers, work it out.
A Lovely Little Ramble-Infinite Universes I believe in infinite universes. One may be the same as the one in which we all reside, but someone decided to wear a blue shirt one day instead of green. Billions of universes created every day, based off choices everyone makes every second.
This may be a belief based on a bit of wish fulfillment. At one point after a nasty breakup, I told myself somewhere in the infinite universes, I'm happy with him. Of course, this leads to another universe, where I'm still with this guy, but miserable. The possibilities from that one outcome alone are endless. We could be together and I'm famous, but he's not, or he's famous and I'm not, or we live in England and we met on his first day working at a coffee shop in a bookstore I work in. Whatever. It's endless.
And it's not only the mundane things such as relationships (although those being defined as mundane is another thing), this extends to fictional univer
Friendships and a 3DSI am a gamer, and my happiest moments in my gaming career
Comes from a DS.
I got the upgrade, but life has forced me to forget it.
My little 3DS.
Then the summer came along, and I picked it up,
That blue 3DS.
I'd go to theatre and see you with
A small 3DS.
We bonded over our games together
On our 3DS.
While that time has passed and we've separated,
I can't help but smile when
That little orange light brightens the corner
Of my little 3DS.
TheatricsDo I do it for attention?
Do I do to be seen?
Why do I get on stage?
Just what does it mean to me?
There's a certain kind of magic
When the spotlight shines opening night.
When the dialogue is sparking,
And the cast is in character,
And the audience is invested,
And everything is just right.
It's perfect, that feeling,
All eyes on us,
The slight gasp with the game-changing line,
The laugh from the slapstick,
The "aww" from the kiss between the romantic leads...
It's like nothing else in the world.
Ode to-Ode to the
Who died trying
Ode to the ones
Who were pushed to the floor
Ode to the
Whether recognized or not
For their deeds
For their struggles
For their victory
Ode to the ones
Who forced their voices
To be heard
To the restless
To the inventors
To the revolutionaries
Who refused to sit quietly
End the silence
Ode to the “freaks”
let melet me love again
let me love you again
let me breathe you in
shadows always seem to follow me
but you’re the light that chases them away
and no one else can bring light,
into each new day
there’s no one
and where were you when I
was searching for the day
the shadows found me
and swallowed my soul
I tried to find the sun
I tried to find my love
my love, love
there were whispers in the air
and in my heart, a slight tear
the one who keeps me safe
has left me to the darkness
there’s no one
let me love again
let me love you again
let me breathe you in
What is LoveWhat is love?
Is it the birds when they sing?
Is it the cookies one bakes
on a cold winter night?
What is love?
Is it when two people kiss?
Is it when a boy and a girl
like each other a lot?
Is love the flowers
that give off the most beautiful colors?
Is love the sun
that gives off warmth for life to exist?
Whatever love is, whatever the case,
I think God is Love; God's the definition.
He shares it with everyone unconditionally.
And because of him, we are all here.
And so I pass on God's love
on to you, sweet angel.
You are my pride and joy,
you are my love.
My kind of love.I want the kind of love that forms colourful wings in my stomach that fly in circles because they're disorientated from my hearts heavy beating.
I want the kind of love that's so radiant, I can't even bare to look in it's direction without closing my eyes first–– it burns brighter than the sun.
The kind of love that starts off slow then gains on you like a cheetah, devouring you into itself, for sustenance, creating a pattern only known to the gods.
A love that scares the fear, out of my life; making anything possible again.
A love that regresses two adults back into kids, playing hide and seek with their future.
I want the kind of love that's a Sunday in the middle of the week––inconvenient.
I want the kind of love that dances at a funeral––inappropriate.
I want the kind of love that's a muse to an artist––inspiring.
I want the kind of love that's a .44 magnum revolver in a trunk of BB guns––authentic.
Love that sparkles in t
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, down
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
Futile AttemptsFollowing buried impulses,
I begin the path of fantasy.
Decide who and what I’m looking for.
Open my mind and heart,
Keep reaching deeper,
Until I find the seam that connects me.
I loved from beyond the fabric of this reality.
If I could just reach far enough to make contact,
I might be free.
Feel wanted, loved, needed.
No longer alone.
Imaginary or hallucinated,
They still consume my emotions.
Prove your worth.
I dare you to prove that “real people” are best.
That they won’t hurt me or leave my lonely and vulnerable.
I need to find a way to go back.
Lately I can’t think clear enough to attempt contact.
You bounded out of bed and pressed your face to the cold glass pane of the window peering outside. A huge grin attacked your petite pale face as you saw the blankets of white ice and snowmen that seemed to have appeared just overnight. Winter was by far your favorite season of the year and the feeling of snow between your fingers was just indescribable. You found yourself tracing your finger around the patterns of icicles that had formed on the window.
The voice shook you out of your daydream and you jumped back as your best friend Jamie Bennett appeared in front of your window with a snowball and wooden sled. Even though he was now sixteen he still had the energy of a ten year old.
"Come outside! We're gonna get the gang together and have the first snowball fight for the year!"
Jamie was practically jumping up and down with impatience.
Your bright (e/c) eyes lit up with excitement but then your brutal asthmatic cough kicked in again ri
That is not my kind of gameThere was this little girl;
They called her Melanie.
Melanie was a quiet child,
Always playing alone
While all the other kids played dodge ball.
They asked her to play with them;
'No, that's not my kind of game'-
-She would tell them.
They never understood her
And she didn't care.
She was always playing alone,
But then from time to time
Someone would join her.
Not for long though.
Do you want to know Melanie's kind of game?
Let me tell you a story,
A story about a game with Melanie.
She had a friend.
A little boy who would play with her.
One day while playing hide and seek
And Melanie was the one hiding,
She hid in an old house.
The boy, a little scared, went in.
But he didn't know what was waiting in there for him.
He was walking up the old stairs
And saw Melanie standing on the very last stair.
She smiled and pushed him-
-It was a long and painful fall.
He broke quite a few bones
And started screaming
As he saw Melanie running
With an axe in her hand.
They first found the
My nightmares haunt me when I'm awakeSleepless nights
How is a dreamer to dream?
How am I still able to breathe?
These are the thoughts of an everyday murderer
A murderer not guilty but killing anyone but himself
A murderer who cant finish the job
I am the murderer
You wont stop me
You cant stop me
I feed on your sadness and have thrived through the years
This power and hunger you give me has given me thirst
Thirst for your tears
The more I get
The more I want
If only you knew me
The more broken you are
The even stronger I am
Though I haven't shattered you yet
I'm already preparing your coffin
Get ready to work my little tortured soul
Get ready to ride all alone and cold
Cause I'm gonna finish the job this time
Lullaby and good night
No more tears on your pillow
No more wishes of death now
For you are finally asleep
Asleep until the morning
If its the darkness of every morning that keeps you alive
This twisted little story called your life
Has done you right
Of Nerdiness and FandomsBeing a nerd is awesome
There's so much to explore
From manga to anime to gaming to cult shows
There's so much out there to enjoy.
Being a nerd is lonely
When there's no one who enjoys it too
At school, without a fandom peer
Being a nerd is amazing
Because you're never really alone
There's so many out there who love what you do too
From fan fictions to art and even music too
Who cares about the haters
When we stick together
Keep in Touch!