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  1. Child, that is not how you talk to your mother.
  2. She half hides in his arms, trying to recover her composure. "Thank you... should we go see what happened?"
  3. Hi guys!!!

    I'm here!

    For like an hour!

    And I dunno what to do!!!

    WHAT SHOULD I DO?!?!

    ALSO IF ANYONE WANTS TO CHAT OR ANYTHING PLS PM ME I'M SO BORED

    😅

  4. Ashton shook her head, shuddering. "Hate screams..." She muttered, letting Lucid hug her.
  5. But like... why mE? : @Silver Phantom, @The Sibling, @SmilingPanda19, @Edema Rue, @Aeoryi, @shortcake, @InfiniteInsanity, @Thaidakar the Ghostblood, @Ancient Elantrian, @Canada Lover, @The Wandering Wizard, @Lotus Blossom, @Labyrinth,(R.I.P) @Part Of The Narrative, @Ati16, @Roosif(Until we meet again), @The Aspiring Archivist @Weaver of Lights, @Kajsa @The Halcyon Girl, @Immortal Platypus, @Little j@Wit is the best, @Shardwatcher01, @Faerie Braids, @Pineap-spider @The Bookwyrm, @Mat, @strmblsd@WhyEverNot_8, @Through The Living Glass, @Block, @Wierdo, @strmblsd, @Vyzkel Willbender *copy+pastes sharbuddie list from about me*
  6. "Okay, thank you. Next week at this time for your next appointment?"
  7. my poems are more emotional than your simple rhymes so there how is this way?
  8. Poem

    Spoiler

    Identity

     
    “You’d be nothing without her, you know?”
     
    Yeah, I know

     
    “You’re lucky she’s your friend, or you’d still have no style.”
     
    Yeah
 very lucky

     
    “You’re just trying to be like her.”
     
    I know

     
     
    “You’re such a good writer!
    You’re so pretty!
    You’re so kind!
    So gentle!
    You’re a good person.”
     
    Is that really who I am?
    Or am I just the one
    Who stumbles along,
    Stealing pieces of
    Other people and
    Calling them mine.
     
    I pretend I know how to act
    Pretend I have a style
    Pretend I actually know what
    I’m doing
     
    Pretend I understand your jokes
    Because ignorance might make
    Me stupid
     
    I have no identity other than
    This mask
     
    My ever-shifting,
    Reflecting mask
    Turning tightly to keep
    The wounds inside
    And invisible
     
    But underneath,
    Inside,
    There’s just a lonely
    Shadow
    An emptiness
    A ghost,
    Watching the outside world,
    Trying to be normal
    Trying to fit in,
    Yet slowly realizing,
    She never actually has
    Anywhere.
     
    She’s scared to adopt any identity,
    Even the things she tells herself.
    Because, if her entire identity
    Is Worthless,
    Is there any hope at all?
     
    Does she have an identity
    Away from her insecurities?
     
    Who is she, if not Broken?
    If not Lost?
    If not Hurting?
    Scarred?
    Ugly?
    Fearful?
    A Liar?
    Stupid,
    Not good enough,
    Fat,
    A burden,
    Messed up,
    Abandoned,
    Selfish,
    A mistake,
    A shadow?
     
    Not fully dead,
    But not alive,
    Either.
     
    Halfway here,
    Halfway gone.
     
    A failure.
    A stranger.
    Different,
    Strange,
    Weird,
    Creepy

     
    One who doesn’t fully belong
    Anywhere,
    So why is she still here?
     
    One who selfishly
    Needs to be needed,
    Who wishes that someone
    Expressed their love for her
    The way she does for others,
    Who’s clingy and scared,
    But supposed to be strong,
    Who’s covered in wounds,
    Some visible, some not,
    She loses herself in stories,
    Because maybe there,
    She can find herself.
    She won’t be such
    A burden,
    Such a mistake,
    So needy,
    Helpless.
     
    Even if she only finds
    A few fragments,
    It’s maybe better than
    Nothing.
    Because she,
    Is nothing.
     
     
    ~ Stick 6-18-24

     

    1. Show previous comments  2 more
    2. Just-A-Stick

      Just-A-Stick

      @Through The Living Glass- I do know, and it's very much appreciated ❀‍đŸ©č

      @Just a Silvereye- Thank you so much! (did you actually cry? :o.

    3. Just a Silvereye

      Just a Silvereye

      I was close to.

      And that's a lot, because for some reason, I never cry over media ever.

    4. Just-A-Stick

      Just-A-Stick

      Aww <33

      *big hugs*

       

  9. I looked at your profile and it was listed that you posted here.
  10. @Edema Rue made me lose can I have your opinions on chicken?
  11. "If you aren't fine, would you consider checking yourself into a hospital?"
  12. Ashton's head jerked up at the sound of the scream, and her body jolted as if preparing to bolt in the opposite direction. @Wierdo
  13. *sighs in has no henna skills*

    😭😭

    I NEED BODIES!!!!!

    @Edema Rue CAN YOU GET ME BODIES?!!!!???

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    2. Through The Living Glass

      Through The Living Glass

      "Oh, Bookwyrm, do you need a-" *pulls severed arm out of closet* "-hand?"

      *maniacal laughter*

    3. Just-A-Stick

      Just-A-Stick

      @Edema Rue like... 5... 4 human, 1 elven, and preferably still breathing?

      @Kajsa I don't think so, but maybe tomorrow.... (i already drank enough blood for today 😋)

      @The cheeseman not necessarily, but it's preferred 

      @Through The Living Glass- Hands are preferred, but I know @shortcake has been... collecting those all day :ph34r:

       

      @The Bookwyrm- There is no help for you here... unless you're good at body disposal 

    4. The Bookwyrm

      The Bookwyrm

      I still need mine!

      Ask me again in like 80 years.

  14. "I don't think any of that is relevant right now." Iris glanced at the small clock on the wall. "I'm afraid our session is almost over... will you be safe and okay until our next visit?"
  15. HA!! 2018 THE YEAR I WAS BORN!!! BECUZ PEOPLE TELL ME I'M 6 AND I WIN YOU HOOMANS!!! AND YOU ALL LOST THE GAME SO THERE
  16. *cries*

    I hate it when other people are right!

    Look!

    IMG_6110.jpg.2ebc666b1ef026b1ff06601304769bba.jpg

    SHE WAS RIGHT

    😭

  17. I have no identity. Congratulations, you now have no idea who you are or where you're going.
  18. Her brow creased in thought. "Hmm... Monster is a strong word, my friend."
  19. I wish I could post something good for Father's Day, but this is all I have.

     

    Dad...

    Spoiler

    Dad


     
    I don’t know who you are.
    I don’t know if I ever did.
    We have wounds that maybe
    You don’t know about.
    But I do.
    I see them.
    I feel them.
    I’m still here.
     
    I don’t understand you.
    I don’t begin to understand.
    You don’t know what you did,
    Do you?
    I tried to tell you, but you
    Probably don’t remember that
    Either.
     
    When will you learn
    That I am not
    Who my brother is?
    That I actually hear
    What you’re yelling.
    I don’t need your heavy hand.
    I wish I could talk to you.
    But I can’t.
     
    I’ve had enough of your
    Fake apologies.
    Enough of your “serious talks”.
    More than enough comparisons.
     
    I don’t know you!
    You’re leaving.
    Again.
    What is this?
    I know it’s not my fault.
    I know it’s yours.
    But why couldn’t you
    Just
    Do
    Better?
     
    Maybe mom forgave you,
    But I don’t know if I can.
     
    You left so many times.
    You weren’t there for me
    When I was little.
    Maybe, what you don’t realize,
    Is that I saw things.
    I heard things.
     
    Maybe you thought you hid that,
    But I saw it.
    You abandoned me.
    You should know that you can’t
    Rely on Ty to be the bigger person!
    So where does that leave us?!
    When Mom is sobbing
    Where she thinks nobody sees,
    When Ty is in a yelling match
    With you,
    When the younger ones
    Are crying because they’re scared,
    I am the one.
     
    I’m the one who has to be
    Brave.
    The comforter.
    “Everything is going to be okay.”
    Just repeating,
    Over and over as it happens
    Again and again.
     
    Where were you?!
     
    You didn’t just hurt Mom.
    You hurt me.
    You hurt Ty.
    You hurt the younger ones.
     
    I’m done with those empty
    Apologies.
    Done with those stupid
    Words you toss around
    Like garbage.
     
    I don’t need your compliments.
    I don’t need you to try and
    Micromanage my life.
    You don’t know anything about me!
    You try to help and you wipe out
    My only confidence.
     
    I have other fathers.
    I don’t trust you.
    I don’t believe your words.
    Good, or bad.
     
    You’re a ghost to me.
    Someone who flickers
    In and out,
    Twisting thoughts and words,
    Until everything is a mess.
     
    Dad

    I don’t know you.
    You’re a stranger.
    One who’s leaving.
     
    And all I have to say, is
    Goodbye.
     
    ~ Stick 6-15-24

     

  20. So, I'm going to find all of my poems from everywhere and put them all in one place for your convenience. I'll try to get them in the order they were written, so that the further you read, the better they get? (in theory) The first one I wrote: As far as I know, that's the first? I'm not sure if the date is exactly right, but it's as close as possible. And now I'll just keep going, one per box Note: A few don't have dates Okay, formatting is a bit messed up, I'll fix it at some point and post the other 20+ poems too. ~ Stick It's not letting me edit, so it'll prolly merge (more later)
  21. Ahna took the water, taking a sip absently.
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