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WoofieSoftly she whispers
Wake up wake up
Her eyes open slowly as she rubs her paws against her face and yawns gently. Her long ears flick around as the echoes all around her consume her mind. She gets up just to sit back down and close her eyes. The breeze moves her hair against her face and it tickles her nose. Her ears lay back as she quietly cries and moves behind a tree. Her body slides against the bark as it softly strays against the cottony textures of her fur. Her stomach folds up as the smell of old leaves fall from the trees. The breeze moves her again. The fur on her face and tail pushes and pulls against the cold spattered air. She sighs softly and cannot open her soaking eyes.
She slowly lifts her jittering body up to all four. Her legs shake and shiver down to her toes. She curls up her paws for a second sniffling then brings it to her face. She tries to hide her misery from the no ones that are there. Slowly limping into her darkened home she reaches for Wo
LifeWhy is everything gone to me
Why am I dead to everyone else
Why is my heart gone when Im holding it in my hands
For anyone to see anyone to hold
Why did those people let it go
My life is gone already
Ive broken it
Ive done it myself
My life long meaning seems to be sadness
Im here on the earth to be sad for everyone to see
To be the touch and go of people in need
They come and get what they need
They don't see how much I care
Every tear I may shed for them
I am weird
I am abnormal
I don't think like anyone else
And that's why I am rejected?
Originality has ruined me
Being who I am has ruined who I am
I am not allowed to love and be loved
Like some god granted rule that surrounds me to this day
As if when I was young I was happy, no
It started out sad for me
And I realize now that everything I always saw as good hope
Everything I saw as a sign for my life to turn around
Immediately hurt me
I don't understand the emotion of anger
Even though I
Happy One Week My Beautiful SapphireA flower
Oh just hold me baby
Do you love me?
Oh blue, Sapphire blue~
Oh how it felt when I met you.
Oh blue, Sapphire blue~
You let me in, see how our love grew
Let us go
Into the meadows
Open your eyes
Make it glow
Let us go
Into the shadows
Close your eyes
One thing to show
Lets learn way too much about Schuffie! Literature
Figured id type up some stuff about how schuff got here for you guys who dont know
its really more of a long story then prolly most of peoples characters xD
Well originally schuff was a game avatar on a social network thing that i played for around 4 years
i was underaged and had no idea what i was doing
like she could move around and talk and stuff, with other real people who could be animals or people or really whatever you wanted to be
most of the animal stuff was very uncustomized unless you could build yourself
but you had to have special programs and just plain experience
so otherwise you just had to buy one from one of the good builders on there
As of this point she was known as Dianna Ninetails
but most people called me Chloe
I looked like any general Fox, but i was purple, anyone could be purple but i was really rather known for it, cause there was a lot of animals/colors to choose from so people kind of just stayed with the same character
i took on a personality thats
ScaredIm scared of being downstairs at night
Im scared of the shadows
Im scared of the night
Im scared of the light
It shines in the window
Im scared of hatred
Im terrified of fear
It tortures me so
It rings in my ear
Im terrified of the monsters that live under my bed
believe me I'm scared
So just cut off my head
Let me be Near you Baby dollLet me be near you Baby doll
Let me see those heavenly eyes
Let me be your warmth
Let me be your pride
You are beautiful
The most gorgeous thing I have ever seen
More beauty then I could ask for
Or even imagine
Glisten with more beauty as the day shimmers on
Let us make something out of this
Achieve our dreams
Day or night I will always wonder
Will you let me be near you Baby doll?
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
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