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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
Imperfect Assembly LineIf you were to mass produce and sell humans like, let's say, electronics, what would the perfect product be?
One that does it all?
One that cooks, cleans, does any kind of work and does it well?
Never complains, gets sick, makes a mistake?
One that isn't too old, so it can't do anything, but also not too young so that it can't learn?
No human meets all these requirements.
So is there no perfect product?
(Of course not.)
What would make a bad product?
One with any kind of illness; be it depression, cancer, AIDS, ADD, etc?
One that is nervous and shy?
One that doesn't know when to shut up?
One that can only do one job, even if it's one you disagree with?
One with a mind that may not always work right, but is its own, with beliefs and feelings it's willing to fight for?
I have many of these faults.
Am I defective?
(Because I'm pretty sure my warranty has expired)
Did you know?
Our warm, bright sun has freckles?
Our gorgeous, romantic moon's a crater face?
Our Earth, our home, has body iss
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.
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....
Stained, my face with sorrow,
wash it clean with a kiss on the morrow.
Embrace me not from afar,
And allow my soul to shine brighter than any star.
I swear to you that we are only stronger,
and hand in hand, we'll last through eternity and longer.
We fear the same occurences do we not my dear?
I dread the end of this blessing, but the future is unclear.
My darling, you need not worry of my intentions...
It is only the expected obstacles that bring tensions.
Wipe the worrisome tears from those beautiful eyes,
for it will never be our devoted passion that dies.
Calm your caring heart, as I am here to stay.
And away from my vows to you, I shall never stray.
Sea of my thoughtsI'm tired of carrying you at my back.
Keeping you well fed
To the point I starved myself.
Did you often wonder what I feel?
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?
The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.
These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.
Writer's BlockA writer's block is something nobody can bear,
That's the truth, that I swear.
We all have a specific goal that we write for,
Even if it sometimes start to feel like a chore.
When our minds are shrouded and we can't think clear,
That's perfectly normal have no fear.
We might not be able to write about the things we like,
Then sometimes the most brilliant inspiration will strike.
Until we get inspired we should practice writing more,
Even if it's just a simple story about how you went to a store.
We must broaden our horizons for new themes and such,
Maybe we find a subject for which we have a special touch.
So prepare for your inspiration to come,
Or else you cannot put it to words and that is no fun.
The Shy One, With Brown HairThe first time we met
I saw you sitting on the chair
sitting quiet like a cloud
hidden beauty in the croud
I liked you
but I was nervous,
how to start ?
seemed very awkward
i wished to impress you
and move forward
But you were so shy
and so was I
but when i saw your smile
i knew you'd be mine