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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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by ~StarvingSlicingTeen, Jan 20, 2013, 9:40:32 AM
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This for you.
I know you will never see it, but I wanted to write how I felt, my thoughts.
Because I saw you hurt him, everyday, and I know he doesn't deserve it.
You might be my father, but I cut you out of my life because of how much your anger affected me. How much it hurt to see you do the same to him, my brother.

But he was more than my brother. I got stuck with him, grew to love him probably more than I should, in the way a mother would love a son. Maybe this was because so often you and her would ignore him, and someone had to care for him, feed him, play with him and watch him grow.

I hugged his little two-year-old body when he came to me shaking after you left him with bruises, gave him kisses to remind him he was loved before I left for school, tell him to look after himself, and that I'd be back.

I remember all the hurt you caused me, and how that made me turn away from you, to pack my bags and leave, to refuse to talk to you even though it's been two years.
Because you made my childhood so painful, so full of anger.

And I could see you doing that to him. He was four years old, running around in Bob the Builder pyjamas with too-big wellies, and already full of anger towards the world, towards his family for doing such horrid things to him.

And so I want, if you want to keep him in your life and not have him resent you all the time, everytime you speak, then I want you to give him the childhood he deserves.
Because no child ever deserves the childhood you gave me.
So love him, and let him know that every day.
Don't hurt him, because you've already caused him so much pain.
And don't be angry with him just because he's there for you to take it out on.

_{Because otherwise he will turn away.
Just like I did.
And now I'm free from your clutches. Forever.}

Free from your clutches.by ~StarvingSlicingTeen

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~Art-Greylace Jan 30, 2013

You may need to call children's aid- or whatever it's called where you live.

~StarvingSlicingTeen Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's okay, I don't live with them anymore. ^^

~Art-Greylace Feb 7, 2013

Yes, but if your brother does, you need to call children's aid.

~waiting-for-wings Jan 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

i really hope things are better now, no one deserves things like that

~StarvingSlicingTeen Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's okay. And yeah, they are quite a lot better, I guess... At least on a parental side.

~waiting-for-wings Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

thats good then

~ScarletMoon-98 Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I hope he's being treated like a child should. He doesn't deserve that and neither do you.
I'm in a similar postition with my 2 year old baby sister. My father is a very...angry person, to say the least. He won't take care of Abi (my baby sister) and is never home. His girlfriend (Abi's mom, not mine) won't play with her and usually sleeps all day; leaving Abi alone in her crib crying. I do my best to take care of her when I visit, but I'm only there about 3 days a week, and most of the day I'm at school. Abi actually calls me "momma" sometimes, and it makes heart ache. Is that weird?
I have no idea why I'm venting to you but it feels good to finally meet someone who knows the feeling...sorry if I'm bothering you

~StarvingSlicingTeen Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I hope he is, too. I just wish I knew.
Oh, the poor baby, no wonder you feel the same. I know how hard it is to go to school and leave them behind. I get that pain. </3
No, it's not. My brother did that a couple of times, and my mum was so mad when his first word was 'Jess' not 'mum' or 'dad'. But it's what she got for never taking care of him. That's okay, feel free to vent, I'm here for that~

. I know, it's hard to find others who understand. You're not bothering me at all, so don't think that.

~ScarletMoon-98 Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

What makes going to school worse, is the fact that several times I have gone to school and when I came home, my father's girlfriend had left and taken Abi with her. I'd go sometimes 5 days without knowing where Abi was, and it scared the hell out of me.
Your brother's first word was your nick-name? That's cute, yet bittersweet huh?
And thanks, its nie to know I can talk to someone who knows the feeling I have

~StarvingSlicingTeen Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

That must be so scary, but I know the feeling. It used to be like that sometimes for me. But then other times, she'd be waiting until I came home to go out and leave me on my own with him. Yeah. It was nice, knowing it was me, and that he recognised my name the most, yet horrible. That's okay, of course you can talk to me, I'm here for you, and don't forget. You can note me, if you want to talk on those. Whatever's best for you. ^^ It's the most horrible thing in the world to be on your own in a situation like that, so will help however I can.

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