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Fate and DestinyFate and Destiny
The girl called Fate, and the boy called Destiny met together one night among the starry skies.
“Which of us is better?” the white-haired Fate asked.
“Whichever is less painful,” replied the raven-haired Destiny.
And thus began the rivalry.
Fate decided that she would govern the lives of humans and decide what would happen to them from the day they were born to the day they died.
Destiny decided to guide the humans from the wrong paths and help them live to the fullest potential.
Fate was cruel, and many humans died. She watched their pain from her starry throne and laughed, for there was nothing their screaming souls could do.
Destiny was kinder, and the humans flourished under his rule. From his throne he could see their joy at their freedom to choose where they would go.
Centuries later, Fate confronted Destiny.
“How are you so much better than I, you who lets the foolish humans choose for themselves?”
He replied, “My dear F
Life and DeathLife and Death
Life sat in the garden,
Beneath the Tree of Wisdom.
A crunch from behind;
A dead bird;
And Death walked out from the forest.
Life’s eyes lit up;
Her brother came to see her!
She rushed to greet him
“Oh, dear brother, how I’ve missed you!”
“I’ve missed you too, little Life”
But he knelt down and pushed her away.
Life was confused, and pain flashed through her mind
A horrid disease had nestled in her arm!
“Brother, what’s happening to me?!”
Cried little Life hysterically.
“Oh, little one, all good things must end.”
And all Death did was grin
And take Life’s breath away.
Even in Death.
Eyes On Fire,
Three In the Morning,
I Need Some Sleep.
Kids With Guns,
We Are Young.
Kill Your Heroes,
Once Upon A Time.
A Taste For Adventure.
Somebody Told Me,
She’s a Rebel.
…And Then She Bled.
Jack the King of FrostJack the King of Frost,
Was not meant to be King at all.
But his crown-prince brother ran away,
So then Jack had no more time for play.
A year he ruled, for his father was ill,
With grief for the run-away Luce,
Until he died in his sleep,
And Jack had to rule alone.
Another year passed, and the kingdom was in ruins
For jack was a terrible ruler.
He was confused and had no assistance,
So he made terrible decisions.
His brother returned after 2 years gone,
With his new wife by his side.
He expected to be welcomed heartily by the family he had left,
But instead was turned away.
Jack grew angry and his family felt betrayed,
For Luce was supposed to be ruler.
"If you hadn't left, this never would've happened!"
And Jack rushed at Luce with his sword.
A fight ensued, and Luce ended up dead
Because he couldn't kill his baby brother.
His mother and sisters cried, because they couldn't stop them in time,
And so all three went away.
Jack, poor Jack, the King of Frost
Everyone he ever loved is los
In hindsight, I probably should've done things a little differently.
Like, for instance, worked harder for better grades, or actually gotten a job.
Winter Is Coming10/12/12
Winter is coming,
Fall has arrived.
Summer is a memory,
Spring is a dream.
Snow is coming,
Leaves are falling.
Green grass is no more,
Puddles are rare.
Ice is forming,
The trees are bare.
Sunshine is sparse,
Nighttime is long.
Everything is melting,
Plants are budding.
Rain is falling,
Summer is coming
A few years gone by...Wake up. Get to work. Get home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Every day of my life. It's so boring. Where's the thrill, where's the excitement? The passion? The love? My life is so dull but so full of problems. Like the depression I'm still fighting. The self harm I never managed to completely overcome (oh God, the scars all over me. So ugly...). The memories of a rough past, keeping me up at night. Only one thing keeps me going. The online life I've been building for so long. The friends I've made there. The sweet and kind words, the wonderful things I got so see and read. The things I made myself that make me proud. My real life is a bore but my Internet life makes up for it.
30 Trans QnA
1) When did you realize the term transgender referred to you?
well when I was younger I was always considered a tomboy. Instead of barbies and dolls I would play with trucks and pokemon(I actually know how to play the card game). Anyways I had my hair all boyish and had a whole bunch of guy friends, all that fun stuff. Later I started to wonder what it would be like if I were a guy and have dreams of being a guy. Early 2013 I had a break down about how I'm not a guy and I cut off all my hair crying. Then after a while I learned about what genderfluid is (thanks Nick). So I started labeling myself as that and was okay. Though when I looked into the mirror and saw a girl and was so upset. FINALLY I was done from people calling me a lady, because I just stopped feeling like a girl I felt like a guy 95% of the time, so I just say I'm trans.
2) How did you choose your name, and what names were you thinking about using and why?
Well I actually changed it 4 times. Before I came
The Rain ChildWhen I was younger, I longed for independence because with independence came solitude. Something that reminded me of my unique childhood…
I remember when I was just a little boy and every time it would rain, I found myself staring out of the window for hours and hours contently watching the rain run down the side of the house where it gathered into a great big puddle on the uneven pavement. I would listen to the droplets as the hit metal gutter and I’ll never forget its melodic tune. It’s hard to say that I was an average child: I saw puddles but I did not long to disturb them. I did not wish to jump in them; however, if I did wish to bother the puddle, it would be only by me sticking my finger in it quickly to watch the ripples slowly disband.
Every night that it would rain, I found myself unable to sleep. This was not because I thought the rain was disruptive, but because I was intrigued. Oh, how I longed to be on the city streets with nothing on more than my old b
My First Sole Kiss
MY FIRST SOLE KISS
Honestly, I have not a real date when it happened, but I was seven or eight years old. Her name was (or is, I don’t know nothing about her) Patricia, and she was 18 years old, she was the maid of the house, with long black hair, not fat, not thin; she had the features of a native girl, strong taino roots are in her physic. Patricia used to work as maid in my hose from 8 of the morning to 5 of the evening, Mondays to Saturdays; Saturdays she worked only to midday.
When I arrived from school at midday, Patricia has made almost all of her duties. When I eat my meal, and watched some cartoons, my dad went to work and I stood at home with my grandma and Patricia, alone. Patricia, when was doing the cleaning of the floor with the broom and the swapper, usually was barefoot, and usually stood that way when everyone (adults) left home for work.
Patricia was very kind with me, always talking to me, playing with me, so we created a friendship and a trust very uniqu
Weekly Writing Prompt 1 - PeopleWhat do you say ‘yes’ to?
I say yes to anything involving good food, good music, or good books, for those are some of the greatest pleasures in life. I've also been trying to say yes to as many invitations as possible. As a result, I've gone to at least 8 events in the last 3 months that I wouldn't have dreamed of attending last year or the year before. I know you're tired of hearing it, but seeing Austin perform in Lucky Stiff is what really inspired me to start saying yes. Him and Ali are the whole reason I ever came out of my secluded little emo shell in the first place.
Without him to talk to in RSP, things would be the same as they were in 8th grade. Meaning I would value my own opinion less than the dirt beneath my wheels. He taught me to be proud of who I am and to chase my passion. Without her, I wouldn't have the guts to get out there and try new things. I would still be passing up movie tickets, party invitations and scrolling through my friends' tim
Watercolor paints, dA had a spotlight on them. They can be used beautifully, magically, and so wonderfully.
However, I must confess; I am terrified of using watercolor paints. Yes, I am terrified. I don't why and I don't care.
Perhaps, perhaps it is due to my experiences in school. When we did get art lessons in elementary school, few and far between as they were, it was inevitably using watercolor paints. Crayola brand, white case. Now, when you watercolor paint it is a good idea to have a cup of water nearby to clean and wet your brushes. So, the teacher would hand out red solo cups half filled with water which we would then place on the corner of our desks. The teacher would warn us not to spill the water, as the entire floor was carpeted and we didn't need mold growing.
I'm a natural klutz, if I could actually walk without support I'd probably trip every two inches and I'm
Sobre mi en verso #1.Me gustan los documentales de la 2
y los viajes en moto
y los pintalabios
y Angelina Jolie
y las faldas por encima de las rodillas
y las rodillas rotas y heridas como las prostitutas asiáticas
y las hamburguesas
y volver a soñar mientras me follan
y luego apagar las luces
y contar ovejas
y cosas bonitas
y mirar a la nada
y adiós que me rompo en mundo
Ode to Andrew HussieOde to Andrew Hussie
He who has written so much
About four kids
And 24 (36?) of an alien race
And how everyone dies and yet
Are still alive
Through some slim chance.
Detectives and gang-member mobsters
Have met the same fate
Of dying over and over again
But are still alive to the reader’s great joy
Or chagrin, if the re-undead is a foe.
But it is all still the same.
You have achieved what so many strive for:
To be well known by thousands
And then maybe millions.
And I congratulate you,
You have become a god.
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