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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.
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
Personality AwarenessI can't
"just feel better",
"just stop worrying",
"just get over it",
"just be happy",
"just control yourself",
I carry the illness,
and you don't know what's it's like
to be haunted by real life nightmares,
whispers from nowhere
and imaginary hurt,
it's hard for me
to control myself
so I won't be able to hurt people,
so I won't be able to hurt their feelings,
I'm really trying to,
why can't you?
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
Ragtime StreetsCrowded city streets
breezes turn to wind
winds to storms
and all that I can see
are strangely foreing faces
falling upon my lips
in misty shadowed eclipse
like drops of acid rain
and all that I can hear
are echoes of their voices
vibrating within me
like eyes of the hurricane
Crowded city streets
unkind ruthless walls of concrete
drapes of gray and halls of steel
no shapes, no trees, no air, no feel
only those strange foreign faces
ghosts of smiles from faraway places
I´ll never see
vibrating within me
Crowded city streets
and light is just a rare wishful dream
and night is just a trick
of neon quiver and toxic plasma gleam
only strange unfamiliar faces
of ghosts from distant forbidden places
blurred in the void
in emptiness of crowd
Crowded city streets
there is no reason for me
to stay to walk
to pray to talk
no place for me
in this crowds of colour and gaze
in this void of awed and amaz
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
An Infectious DiseaseSome will say hope is a killer; an infectious disease that plants shitty pipe dreams in the mind, but hope is a good thing, sometimes the only thing that keeps us going. And it comes not from the pipes that won't play or the dreamer's gaze, but from the inside. All you have to do, is find it.
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
Mr. FrostThe cellar, is far more suitable than the attic, but if they prefer the attic, let them have it. It makes no difference to me. Even when they come rattling down the staircase after dark, running dried chalky fingertips, along split cracked walls, or standing motionless behind closed doors with only blackness in their eyes. As if salvation lay on the other side. How amusing they are in the beginning, but their echoes become fewer and fewer as the days grow long. Until they no longer speak the name, Mr. Frost and I know, it's time to kill again.
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