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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
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
The Doctor's DespairAn adventure everywhere
In time and space
But not now
I've lost too much
I lost them
I lost them all
It's my own fault
I could have saved them
But I'm too thick, too stupid
I've grown too old
The universe is growing dark
At least it is to me
I want someone to travel and make it bright
But I can't let anyone near
I can't get attached
They always leave
They're always lost
It's always my fault
So I must remain alone
But I can't leave this world alone
So I'll watch from afar
As their lonely guardian...
My dilemma in conversationsWhen I talk about nerdy things,
I can talk without difficulty.
Sci-fi is easy to me,
British telly, anime, and gaming too.
My geekiness is common knowledge,
Get me talking about Firefly, I'll go on for an hour.
Like Tennant, I'm so sorry,
But I haven't the faintest clue.
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.
The First Convention~Chapter 1 I looked out on the skyline from the window of my hotel. My first convention. It was Thursday night, the night before the convention officially started, and already I had seen people in costume. Everything and everyone from companion cubes to Pokémon trainers were there. I felt like a noob. Which I was, but I felt like everyone would know.
I turned from the window and sighed. A voice from the bathroom yelled at me, "Hey! Clara! Is your costume ready?" My friend, Zoe, was sharing a room with me, since she wanted to go to a convention for the first time too. She's the one who thought we should try costumes. All three days.
While she decided on Ash from Pokémon, I looked over my costumes. I brought costumes for from three of my favorite nerdy shows and anime. Fairly cheap, inexpensive costumes, except for one. I was saving it for the costume ball happening tomorrow ni
Keep RunningSomething broken, or something dead
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try
used to know a girl who wanted nothing more than to fly
but, she would always look down
ankles shackled to the ground.
shoulders weighed down with
fingers too stiff to bend into a fist that could hold on to anything other than the inky
black pen from which silhouettes of crows would flood the pages,
but we all know
how clumsily crows fly.
see, her pen would relentlessly trace crows.
endlessly sketched them in twisted figures,
no matter how many times she would sit and beg it-
but that black ink always turned into sludged venom biting at her fingertips and crawling up
her hands as if it were bridge
and she would cry, 'I just don’t understand
it’s as if
my body will not listen
i am not the one in control
and though i may reside within this prison
this body does not feel like home’
only no one heard her whisper
so she w
InsanityFrom the suffering I come
Bleeding through the eyes,
The hope is now gone
Drowned in your cries.
A sudden scream, the agonys so loud,
You drop to your knees,
Pray to God to help you out,
But once again, He has let you down.
Not able to move,
Not able to speak,
Life is so cruel,
And always was, it seems.
Youve lost your will,
Youre getting weak,
Your body has collapsed
And so have your dreams.
Your mind gives up,
But you still want to fight,
Strength seeps out through your wrists
So you just fall down.
Then comes the peace,
So desired and calm.
Your head is now empty
And so is your heart.
Theres no more pain,
No memories, nor hopes.
Sweet and bright,
Settling down in your mind.
Your new I
WORDLESS WORDSThe writer attempts to write
Describing the indescribable
Limiting the limitless
Naming the nameless
A thousand lines of ink
Written a thousand ways
Cannot describe love
The abstract emptiness
The beauty of colour
The sorrow of loneliness
Burn every book
Destroy every line
An alphabet of ashes
Meaningless is knowledge
Worthless are words
Reading what is written
In ignorance remain
The subtle reality
Beyond all language
I am who I amI am who I am,
Despite what one says.
Nothing will change
Me and my ways.
I am who I am.
If there's a problem
I don't care
I'll just ignore them.
I am who I am,
In all that I do
I'm not here to please
The likes of you.
I am who I am.
Who I am I don't know.
Take me the way I am,
If not, then just go!
Chains Of RealityDon’t you wish to just rewind the past
And live a life from the start at last?
Wishes like that never come true
And there is nothing you can do.
You do not understand how the World looks.
You try to comprehend it through books,
Though reality sometimes is not what you desire
And you become the greatest liar!
You break chains with your pen,
And get out of the darkest den,
You discover a brand new place,
Where happiness and peace will us embrace.
Alas, it is all a dream, you are still trapped,
In cold metal you are wrapped.
You cannot face it, it is too sad,
And if you do, it will drive you mad.
I'm not looking for sobs, I'm not looking for tears
I'm praying that you'd want to transform the rest of your years
That you'd make that decision that would deliver you from all of your fears
And that all the confusion in your mind would be finally cleared
It's been so long, but I'm still here
Praying and believing that you'll let God near
That one day I'd wake up to the sound of music in my ear
Hearing your voice worship, singing, how Jesus changed your life after so many years
I'd often ask my self Why is this so important?
Why not give up the hope and just ignore it?
Why feel discouraged when I hear you're still exploring?
Frustrated when I see your so close to exploding
I realized it's not because I'm still tied down to you
Not because I can't forget the time I spent with you
It's not because my heart still belongs to you
It's simply because I may have never found Him myself, if it weren't for you
You're beautiful, you're gorgeous, yes that's all true
But what does it matter, when
Wish Upon A Scar
Wish Upon A Scar
Shades of words can strengthen...walls
But embodiments of lies can flaw the very same...cause
A droplet of water lasted me a thousand ages
For I have traveled inside my mind
I documented a thousand faces
That ended up turning blind eyes
The lifeblood of faith kept urging me to wait
While I became a statue deprived of light
and the life I once called mine
Numb sounds flow / Passions let go
Clinging onto footprints / A coward's instinct
Uncensored immunity is a curse
For tragedy teaches weakness
Nothing will be of any worth
As love and fear will be without consequences
Once upon a song / You were a flower
Your petals became undone / Gone now and forever
A taste of your grace got me through a thousand fates
I have not forgotten the abyss of your bliss
But it broke me over and over a thousand ways
I Live in a WorldI live in a world
Where thought is a dirty word
The mind is criminal, to read is to sin
When you show their ideas are thin
Out of hate, out of fear
They will ignore what is near
And refuse to see the stars
If they seem to far
I live in a world
Where love is a dirty word
They will hate you and beat you
They’ll say your words are untrue
They’ll do it in the name of justice
In the name of heaven, in the name of peace
But their God will sit silently
As in his name they speak
I live in a world
Where speech is a dirty word
They will silence you and take you away
If they don’t like the words that you say
They will do it in the name of freedom
In the name of liberty and right
And not a single man will listen
To your cause, to your plight
I live in a world
Where bloodshed is a virtue
We honour those who would kill
Until of blood they’ve had their fill
They bring their people to flame
Armies they send to fight
But the soldiers get blamed
While the leader is in the right
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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