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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?
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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