I 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...
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.
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
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
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
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
Love can be as heartwarming as a mother's love,
Or as strong as a bolder,
Love can be as calm as the sea,
Or as soft as a pillow.
But you must be careful because love can be as coy as a snake,
Or as deadly as the Grim Reaper,
Love is the key to the future,
But you must choose what door you go through.
PleaseI want you to love me
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
The quietest people have the most to sayHow is it that the quietest people have the most to say,
Emotions, thoughts, words, all hidden away
A rebel inside who choses to quietly obey,
Someone with thoughs, feelings they never will convey,
Silently, I choose to step aside, give way,
Like tall grass in wind does sway,
I lie to you, tell you its okay,
For my bottled emotions I will pay,
I keep hold of them inside me, where they should not stay,
The words kept inside me, my soul they will decay,
And this is how they got away
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.
DefilementOnce upon a moonlit night, in her bedchamber at this night,
Stood upon a maiden, clean, innocent, pure,
But then in darkest corners of all the corner bedpost stood a scoundrel,
Filth of all the filth, he took the purity and innocence of the maiden,
Took the purity of my lovely maiden,
In this act of horror, oh horrors abound to haunt,
Never leaving, always there, just like the scoundrel on whom I call a Beast,
This act of horror, never leaves the mind,
Filth of all the filth, can never wash away,
Can never dissever the act of filth,
I took upon a grinding of the stones and sharpening of blades,
A scythe I once coveted, under shadows, saw the moonlit night once again,
I sharpen its teeth, like the sharks of the ocean,
Filth of all the filth, now I take the mantle,
A duty, now a vengeance for my maiden.
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
Till death do us apartclose your eyes, hold on
let go of the people
who drag you further down.
look at the ones you love
and never forger the ones
you lost along the way.
you have to carry on
time will push you further
don't waste any of it
I will take your hand
and together we will go
through the darkness
of this short life
till death do us apart
Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.
Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.
Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.
A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.
I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.
I love you for what you aren't.I said,
"I want you to write a poem about me."
You were not a writer.
But you are beautiful enough when you hold me,
Just like a poem should be.
And when our fingers fit together,
They fit like words.
My bed sheet is the paper.
Our love: the ink.
I'm Really Not OkayI sit here, completely faking my smile
And you don't see through it.
Everyday I feign happiness
Somehow no one sees past my fašade.
They all just think everything is fine
That I'm okay
But in all reality, I'm really not okay.
On the inside I'm screaming for help
Curled up in fetal position with tears streaming
No one looks into my eye and see the lack of spirit
The very thing that I feel.
My smile is my mask, something to hide behind.
While everyone believes that I'm happy
I know I'm really not okay.
I write for MEI don't write to please,
I write feel well
And be free
Let my thoughts land on paper for others to read
I don't want to keep them in
If they can help others
Let them read and see
If they ever felt the way I did.
Final PromiseShe stands alone in the window
She likes to watch
People move about their
Daily, usual lives
Running in circles
Tripping over rocks, objects
By people outside the window
That keeps her trapped
And she watches one person
Cross her path everyday
But he never looks up
He only looks forward
To the life he will live
And the girl sits by the window
She sometimes cries
Because he doesn't seem to remember
Now washed away
By the rain drops
That quickly slide
Over her reflection
He will look down
At the ground outside her window
Her inescapable prison
And he will cry too
Because she remembers
That he never forgot his
Nature BlessesNature Blesses
Through all of Nature's Dreams,
I see you among the rest,
A graceful tree amid the forest,
The best of the best.
A sweet personality within,
So Tender and True¬---
Which is why Nature blesses
Loves, holds, caresses---
And takes such good care of you.
Flight of IdeasFunny how ideas run through my head
just when the batteries go dead
trying to find the perfect rhyme
losing, failing each time
This little thing called my brain
is gathering sticks and stones in the rain
picked up one
Chased the lightning's sound
fell boisterously on the ground
ran faster, went farther
When the race became captivating
played unfair and slammed the ending
I gave you my heart...
I gave you my love and you spit in my face.
I don't know why my love is so strong,
I don't know why I overlook all your flaws.
Why do you give me that look?
That look that gets me every time.
My heart is broken, shattered, ripped apart.
Yet when you walk through that door,
I fall apart.
I hate how you make me feel,
And I hate what you do.
But when you walk through that door,
I want to run to you....