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COSPLAYWhat is COSPLAY?
Let me tell you!
C is for CREATE,
The characters you admire.
O is for OPPORTUNITY,
Take your chance to shine.
S is for SHARE,
Go and spread the love.
P is for PLAY,
Gotta have fun.
L is for LOVE,
The hobby you enjoy.
A is for ALLIES,
Make friends along the way.
Y is for YOU,
You can make a difference.
Long sleeves are raiment,
Color, dark as ebony;
Blossoms dance among them.
Blossoms float all around,
Surrounded by ink;
Will they be consumed?
FictopheliaThere is a boy out there who always keeps me safe,
Protects me from harms way.
He makes me feel not only cherished and strong,
But fills my heart with so much belief.
His voice is velvety smooth like a soft caress,
and in my dreams he reassures me.
He encourages me to want and strive to be a better person,
Someone that he could be proud of.
But he will never exist to physically be with me,
Nor show me affection in return.
There is a boy out there,
He's a fictional character,
Thought up and created upon pure imagination,
And I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with him.
Winter's SnowThe snowfall brings joy, fun to children, and allure to the world
Although, many dislike it
It's too bitter, makes them ill,
Or is a bother before they go out and take leave their comfy warm abodes
But it's soft powdery white scenery brings out so much hope to others
The twinkle and sparkle within it
The happiness it will always have and will bring
Snowmen and snow angels everywhere,
Snowballs in the sky,
Icicles on the edges of roofs, wires, and tree branches,
Intricate and fern-like designs dancing upon window panes
People see it as a winter wonderland
Especially when it first falls
The world never knows though
That I bring them this kind blessing, this satisfaction, this wonder
Yeah me, Jack Frost
The one who people say I nip at the nose and toes
Well I'm very grateful for those who do believe in me
And I will keep coming once a year for a few months and grant your wishes.
Jack FrostOh, how lovely it is,
To peer out a window from the cozy warmth of your home
And see the whole outdoors kissed in crystalline brilliance!
As snow and ice decorate the earth
It's still amazing to think that,
With a single giant and chilling breath,
Jack Frost turns an everyday world into a sparkling,
I Love The WayI love the way you tell me that I always look beautiful,
and the way you make me laugh like no one else.
I love the way you move the hair away from my eyes,
and then kiss me on my face.
I love the way you care for me,
and hold me so near and dear to your heart.
I love the way you put your hands around my waist,
and make me feel safe.
I love the way you sing to me at random moments,
and look at me and smile.
I love the way you protect me,
the way a noble knight would for his princess.
I love the way you hug me,
and leave the smell of your cologne on my clothes.
I love the way you'd give me a gift with a thought that counts,
and a home-made card.
I love the way you’ll always be there for me,
and always have my back.
I love the way you speak your mind,
and tell me about your opinions.
I love the way you're not afraid to cry,
and show your feelings.
I love the way you talk to me,
and woo me with you're dorky pick-up lines.
I love the way you call me in the evening just to say
Our Love Still GrowsOur anniversary means a bunch,
So much more than any another ordinary day;
I dedicate my appreciation and affection for you,
And cherish you in every way I can.
Through the passing of time, our passion, our bond, still grows and grows,
A caring relationship to explore, an exciting adventure awaits;
Our life together gets better and better,
And I keep on loving you more and more.
A Love That Transcends Time
There was a time that I believed that one person can make a large difference in our lives. That one special person has made such big changes and is continuing with those changes in my life today. Ah, I remember how it was the first time I met her. I was in high school and our relationship was then formed. Without her in my life, I wouldn't have gotten the inspiration and motivation to be what I am now. Well then, I’ll begin by telling how my adventures began with her.
My encounter with Kristen started sometime back in Patriot High School during my physical education class. It started with me intently admiring her from a distance playing handball by herself, and to those who’re reading, handball was quite a fun and popular game where I came from. I really couldn’t help myself. She was so beautiful that I ended up daydreaming for a bit, that is... until I was interrupted. My friend
DepressionI hate just sitting and watching time slowly tick by,
With nothing being accomplished
I wish I had someone to make me happy, to make me smile;
Anyone I have or had now only brings sorrow
My lungs are inflating and deflating,
I only wish they would stay punctured
My body feels numb... lifeless,
I am beyond tears, my cheeks are bare
There is nothing left but torment and despair
I wonder if genuine happiness will triumph once more?
The time I spend waiting seems infinite
I'm not sure what makes me hold on, still grasping;
I feel strong but yet so weak
I wonder if it will ever end...
That miniature spec of hope keeps me breathing,
But it also keeps me dead.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
The human condition of wanting to be everythingI feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
And whilst I find myself
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Is too much
Or rather too
An existence for me
So I will continue
In order to
Try and destroy myself
Enough so that
I can be w h o l e
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
To the BeautifulYou say we're beautiful,
Us who have been bullied...
But where were you while it was happening?
-I was watching-
You who say "This has to stop!",
There needs to be an end to this...
What are you doing to stop it?
-I did nothing-
It's too late now...
-I failed you-
of me and youthe day you stopped touching me was the day i
stopped speaking to myself. and the silence nearly killed me
LuckyYou talk like you always have a grain of salt,
to throw over your shoulder.
Every word is that hard cheese,
and they swing those whimsical wishbones much like carousels.
You're wasted on your self-image,
staggering down with rigorousness you don't own.
They're taking that steed and throwing horseshoes,
as if one of them might ring 'round your neck;
and save you from yourself.
You'll need a necropolis filled with pennies to barter,
and we won't lend a cent to save your sorry soul.
Your demons count clovers to kiss you,
gluing that fourth leaf to camouflage the truth.
They'd promise you an elephant to watch you die,
sucking sevens to keep you from entering Heaven.
And you can sing your superstitions into space,
but it's dead and empty.
Somewhat like the hollow shell you lounge in,
as the charms make you see spirits.
You say somewhere there's a rabbit dying to give its foot in your favor...
...but don't bet on it unless you can see that whites of its eyes.
Overcoming Writer's Block
The time flys by,
The hours whisked away,
As I stare a my blank sheet of paper,
Pencil in hand,
Not moving an inch,
My mind is empty and thoughtless,
A sip of coffee,
Aggravated from the pent up frustration,
I close my eyes,
Letting myself drift away.
The moon is high,
The clock strikes twelve,
"I got it!"
My eyes flash open,
I quickly grab my pencil,
And jolt everything down,
Letting it all flow into place,
My page is finally filled,
My notebook open,
Just in case,
I might write some more.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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