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Why I Liewhen i lie,
it's not because i think your stupid enough to believe it,
it's not because it makes me feel good,
it's not because,
it's not because of any of the things that you suggest,
it's because i have trust issues,
not with you,
not with the people i talk to,
not with the people i lie (or tell the truth) to,
but with myself,
and the words that come out of my mouth,
because the words get twisted,
or said in the wrong tone,
and i just don't want to hurt you,
so you don't feel sad or upset with me for the right reasons,
because if your angry or upset with me for the wrong reasons,
i feel what i want to feel stronger than if you hated me for the right reasons,
i feel like i,
i feel like...
i feel more horrible than i am,
because i've lied to the people i care about
and i don't want you to care if i do something that hurts me,
so i don't see your emotions suffering like mine do
so shun me,
just get away from me,
and stay away,
so you don't get hurt
Love Is...a lot of songs have things about love in them
some songs say what love is
2 examples of this are;
in the song 1925 by Hatsune Miku it says:
"What is love?", would you rather hear the truth?
It's something that you LOse or giVE straight out.
It's just a stone that's hard to crack,
I don't care about a diamond.
but in the song Egoselfish by Marina it sings about love
and one of the lines is:
does our "egoselfishness" make it exist?
but i think love is the feeling,
of wanting someone elses happiness
more than you want your own.
so, may i ask,
Do you pick
or do you pick
Fearwhen most people are asked,
what do you fear most?
they say things like;
but what i fear most,
is that the person i tell
my greatest fear to,
will use it,
and make me their slave
a slave to fear.
and i think it's fair to say,
that most people fear,
facing their true selves the most.
in the fear that everyone they care about will reject them.
Most Important Thingwhat's the most important thing to you?
is it friends?
is it your notepad and pen?
your drawing utensils?
or the sofa?
or the sun?
i'll tell your what the most important thing is to me.
it's the fact that i'm alive to enjoy all these wonderful things and more
although i sometimes,
okay, most of the time,
and wish i wasn't born.
right now i'm glad i was,
so i can enjoy these things,
even the things that make me cry.
so i think i will treasure all these things,
until the day i die
Falling Into The Wonderland Of...I'm falling into a world,
not everything makes sense in this world,
monsters loom at every corner,
death could come at every turn,
I'm finding myself loosing my sense of time,
and getting attached to things and people I've just met,
I want it to end,
but I know when it does,
I will want to come back,
this place is magical,
it draws me in,
This isn't the wonderland that Alice fell into,
but it's sometimes very similar,
i'm falling into the wonderland,
and all the things I love.
I'm falling into the wonderland,
of my room with the door closed,
where I can be anyone,
and be myself.
I'm falling into the wonderland...
of my own imagination.
The Hate Filled Truththere is one person i truly hate.
i hate the way this person always acts like they're everyone's friend.
i hate the way they can never express themselves.
i loathe the way this person is always smiling and acting happy.
the thing i hate most,
about this person,
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, or
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
Avoidant Personality DisorderI've never gotten to explain this to anyone before, since every time I try, I break into some sort of sobbing fit. If my explanation sounds a little funky, that may be why.
Yeah. So, I have APD, or Avoidant Personality Disorder.
To summarize, it's a disorder that makes people want to avoid social contact and criticism by all means.
Unfortunately, that includes me.
I didn't know about the disorder until I browsed through psychological disorders for writing purposes, and happened to find it. I matched every single symptom.
Every last one, period. And I believe, wholeheartedly, that I have it.
This isn't your WebMD diagnosis, not when you feel so badly.
It's a really difficult feeling to describe.
Whenever you so much as try to make conversation with any person, you feel like chopping your head off. In my case, you're afraid to say hello. Or goodbye, or thank you, or I love you, or things that people should be able to say without stopping to think.
You feel unworthy o
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
anyway.there are things i know too well about you, and most of them break my heart just remembering them. i knew the look in your eyes right before you would cry, or how it would snap and change from a look of swelling tides to unfiltered rage, aimed directly at me. cause i was the closest thing that you could bruise or throw your words at that wasn't a wall, or yourself. it wasn't damaging you, and as far i was concerned, that was worth a few flourishes or a swollen eye.
the alternative just wasn't worth mentioning or comparing.
there was something not right in your head, maybe the vodka or whatever you drink dissolved a synapses or two, because the notion of cause and effect didn't seem to make any sense, and empathy was just completely lost on you. i did love you, the best i knew how to, the best i could with the cards you gave me. i don't know if you returned those feelings when you were sober and weren't forced to be honest. drunken words are apparently the truths we can't admit when we'
Magic HourMagic Hour
by Kit the Wolfy
I always keep a cool and sunny place in my heart.
A place where the sky glows with the rich blue and pink and yellow of dusk and dawn, and everything is in picture-perfect clarity.
It's my own private magic hour.
And in this magic hour where everything is clear and bright, I take some time every day to reflect.
Reflect on the people I love.
Even if it's hard to continue, and even if I have scars,
My magic hour always heals the pain.
So, every day, I take a little time to retreat into my heart, into my magic hour.
And in that magic hour, I sit down in the grass, lie back, stare up at the shining sky...
And I think about how grateful I am that I have the people I love.
EmotionalA lot of people say that emotions is what makes us human because it's healthy for us to stay happy, joyful, and to always smile. But, what if the table was turn? In fact, is it turned already? Because some people can't feel that way.
What if instead they felt the opposite? What if they felt sad, pessimistic, and always cried tears every day in their lives? Some of them can't help, but feel like that. They feel like they're hopeless, mistakes, imperfect, or not good enough, anxious, depressed, bipolar, tearful, broken, and never going to be the person they dream of being.
So the real question is: Is being any other emotion besides happiness make us human?
NothingAnd the preview shows Nothing, just like the title of this poem.
But what's behind the "Nothing"? If you come closer you will see anything that is, paradoxically, "The Nothing."
TrustIt's almost impossible to make your mark on this world,
The true art in what I do is gone.
Once it was skill, and knowledge mixed with science that created the still image,
You had to know what an f-stop did, you had to know about depth of field.
Now everyone has a camera, everyone is a photographer,
What I pride myself on, is still striving to be better.
Trying to bring my own life's experiences to my images,
Finding the right people, people with soul, people with hurt inside them.
Encouraging those people to let down their walls,
To cry, to laugh, to be sexy, and sultry, and scary and mean and passionate for my lens.
To reveal themselves, sometimes for the first time ever, sometimes for the last time ever,
Some reveal their hearts, some reveal their bodies, all reveal something.
Because if you think I'll just have you just standing there, you are wrong,
You will be encouraged to let go.
Know that I know my art, the technical side, the science behind a great shot,
Trust that for a fle
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