|Just expressing my love.|
Inspiration at its WorstI feel inspired all of a sudden to pursue my dreams. But I usually get these small insights of hope at the wrong time and place. Lying in bed, for example, I sometimes get good ideas and my fingers start to twitch and I'm restless. But there's not much one can do in the middle of the night; for an exhausted body needs its rest.Inspiration at its Worst by TracyStromberg
And then sometimes when I get headaches I find myself unable to work. My stomach hurts to no extent and I get drowsy. When I get headaches, I like to go in my room and just rest. I don't sleep or twiddle my thumbs. I just lie down and close my eyes. I get headaches when I'm overly excited. So my happiness and inspiration is put to an end when that pounding drill explodes upon my brain.
Sometimes I wake up in a good mood. I know those days are often times the best of my life. But the trouble is when I wake up in a good mood and find out it's a SCHOOL day. School sucks the life out of me. It hangs above my head in the air, waiting to pierce my skin with its sharp
LiesI noticed you in the corner. Silently breathing. Breathing heavily. Were you hurt? Everyone passes by without even a second glance. They don't see you. They don't see your pain. I know how hard you cry at night. I look at your sodden, soaking pillowcase. I know your secrets, mister. Yet you get up in the morning with a bright smile on your face. Pretending everything is perfectly okay. But why do you hide all this? Why do you ignore that plea for help in your scarred heart? You have nothing to be ashamed of. There is help waiting for you. But I know you don't think you're worth it. You think everything is your fault. You blame yourself for the mistakes of other's. But to the public eye, you are Mr. Perfect. Dazzling smile, confidence radiating from your skin. They can't see what's within. They don't see the cracked dirt underneath, already starting to cave in. It's no use telling you not to treat yourself this way. I know you won't listen to me. You're a madman; a lunatic. But this isLies by TracyStromberg
Robin's Wing: PrologueI shivered at the familiar sounds of battle cries outside the small underground shelter. The air was cold and dusty, so overwhelming that I could hardly breathe. Besides that, my muscles ached from being Marshmallow's pillow for so long. Shoving my hands into my sweater pockets, I desperately tried to stay warm. Maybe it was because of the poor heat underground, or many it was just my natural cold blood, I started to shiver involuntarily and squeezed my eyes shut. Soon the war will be over, I told myself. Soon everything will go back to normal. Opening my eyes, I knew it wasn't true. Our grandmother had fled from the city as soon as the month started, leaving us here. Marshmallow and me. We'd been staying in the underground shelter for weeks now. The battle continued to rage strongly from above. I took my icy cold hands out of my pockets and fiddled with my cross necklace. Feeling the familiar warmth of reassuringness, I felt the gentle arms of sleep drift over me. No, I told myself. I
I HAVE A DEATH NOTE Y'ALL.
AND A SHINIGAMI CALLED RYUK IS FOLLOWING ME AROUND THE PLACE.
IDK HE KEEPS EATING APPLES AND DANCING WITH IT. '0;
*kills Ash Ketchum*
Hufflepuff - 14
Ravenclaw - 12
Gryffindor - 10
Slytherin - 6