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Cold Alone Afraid Uncaring These things I felt So many times Each night when Nobody was around The fireplace was alive Roaring with life Right before My empty eyes Tears, Running down my face My fists, Clenched at my sides My teeth, Gnashing together Creating an Uncomfortable feeling in my jaw They left for the night Leaving me alone with the dog With my emotions And my unsteady thoughts So much was overwhelming Crashing and crashing Over and over again Like waves in a storm I knew better than To believe that What I was thinking Was an okay thing Just make this stress Make this torment Make it all stop Just

Here I sit In the shadows Of people Who are better than me Each day I try Try to claw Claw my way out Out of their shadows But to no avail I’m thrown back Back into their shadows Away from the limelight I beg I plead I try And I fail Fail to get them to see To see me in the same light as them As those who Are considered superior to me Here I am Trying once more Trying to form a connection But with no success Those who I talk to Who I try to get to know They sneer at me And at my attempts of friendship Am I not good enough? Is it because I’m not as likable? Is it because I’m socially inept? Why

Trapped in a large cage With only a little time to myself My ankles were shackled But the chain was long What could be considered freedom Was only an illusion Comply to their demands Agree with what they say Never question them Never fight back Do those things And I was given “freedom” However, whenever I did fight back When I didn’t comply When I didn’t agree with them They torn me to pieces and took away my limited “freedom” The chain grew shorter Time passing by The cage grew smaller My “freedom” becoming more limited They had decided my future They had decided on what I

They stood in her bedroom, it was nighttime and the hearth in her room was filled with the sounds of a roaring fire. The room was cast in warm light but all either of them felt was cold and the pounding of their heads from on-coming headaches. To their right was a desk, the surface covered with a mound of papers, letters in fact, letters from him to her. She stood in front of the fireplace, her back to the flames with her arms cradling each other at the front of her body. She smiled softly at him, it was a smile that he was familiar with. In the past, whenever they were together, she would always have that same smile on her face. He had asked

Here in this ocean Stranded on an island It’s just me, myself, and I My boat ran aground and lies stuck in the sand While others float freely around the island Resisting the current that tugs them away from my isle For decades I wandered here Alone, listening to joyful sounds From the circling boats Filled with people I never knew They weren’t alone But I was And that fact stuck with me For so long How long have I stared at the horizon Wishing, waiting, hoping For anyone to rescue me Or join me on my island Over time I had given up Resigning myself to being alone Just me, myself, and I As the sun rose on yet

You, yes you, dear reader, You are beautiful. And do you know why? Because you are who you are Whether you exude confidence and joy Or only show your true self to the people who love you You are still beautiful You’re like the fresh drops of dew in the early morning sun Your smile is like a flower coming into full bloom in the first weeks of spring Your eyes hold the wonder and light of all the stars in the galaxy And your voice, it is like the waves lapping at the sand, relaxing and remarkable Your hair can be the most tangled mess in the world but it still shines in the light Your hands, whether they’re calloused or

“Termonious, come on, wake up silly! We were going to play with Mercutio today, so you gotta wake up.” He recognized that voice, he had heard it so many times throughout his life how could he not recognize it. It was her, with her short black hair and her bright green eyes. He had opened his eyes and let out a loud yawn as he sat up and stretched, almost hitting the girl who had been calling his name. “Hey! Be careful Termonious, you almost hit me in the face with the top of your head.” He laughed at that and grinned at her, pushing himself up off of the ground. “Then maybe you shouldn’t hover over me li

My dearest lord, I feel afraid of you, Afraid of telling you the truth. I'm terrified of my uncertainty, My words that could cause you so much distress. A spur of the moment decision was made on my part, And as the severity begins to dawn on me... I feel it. I feel it in my soul... Fear. The fear of letting you know... That my uncertainty will show, That it will show through everything else. Please... Forgive me. Sincerely, The golden-eyed minx.

She had lost everything to him. Rose, her dearest sister, had her life stolen from her the night that they bought that infernal music box and made that god forsaken wish. The night after she had gathered all of the other Heroes of Strength, Will, and Skill, he came again. Having captured those Heroes and sent them off to the Spire, he had revelled in the truth that spilled from his lips. Her husband, her son, her daughter; dead, and by his own hand! When he had aimed that pistol at her, she almost gave up and began to accept defeat. But that was not to be for as he pulled the trigger, her lifelong friend, her dog, leapt in front of her. He

Sheathe your sword and wait for the morrow. For at dawn, we fight as one. For justice and freedom, For life and hope, We shall make our stand here. Sharpen your axe and cleave with its blade. For our dreams and ideals Holding them high above our heads. As we fight, they will aid us For at dawn we’ll fight. String your bow and nock your arrow Take aim and never lose sight Of what we fight for Of what we’re here for For at dawn we fight. And when the midday sun has risen Higher and higher into the sky Lay down your weapons The war has ended For at dawn we fought.