I wish for pain and fire,
For shattered heart,
And lonesome desire.
I long for tears that fall in streams,
For bruised soul,
And crushed dreams.
I beg for wounds and aches,
For damaged mind,
And tough breaks.
All this to remind me,
To prove, that yes,
I have a heart that shakes.
He had a great fall,
From a pillar tall,
Built from things he couldn't be,
Had no way down that he could see.
He shattered, heart and mind,
Broken for all of time,
He lay dying,
She bowed crying.
She tried,
And tried, and tried, and tried,
But the more she tried,
The more he died,
and in the end,
She couldn't put him back together again.
Locked inside,
Truth of my life,
Hidden in dark,
For fear of harsh remark.
The rainbow falls,
On colorblind eyes.
I cannot be, you say,
Because you don't see.
Well I see.
In all my life,
No matter how long I live,
I will never understand,
The thought of man.
For man is a tricky thing,
It places labels on things,
That cannot be labeled.
It places barriers on things,
That should not have barriers.
What is the definition,
Of a thing that cannot,
Be defined?
How does one define,
Something no one,
Can see?
From day one we are told,
How to be,
How to act.
What is expected,
Of the gender,
You are given.
A human with a penis,
Is a male.
A human with a vagina,
Is a female.
Simple, no?
Girls,
Are supposed,
To like flowers.
Boys,
Are supposed,
To like sports.
Basic you see?
Male,
Blue.
Female,
Pink.
Ingrai
Not My Kind of Fairy Tale by Akela-Nakamura, literature
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Not My Kind of Fairy Tale
Don't give me the Knight
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not
Nerida's Character Bio #2 by Akela-Nakamura, literature
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Nerida's Character Bio #2
Name: Nerida Roods
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 7th
Hometown: She was born in Buffalo, New York.
Current Residence: Camp Half-Blood
Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious but has no interest in relationships.
Godly Parent: Poseidon
Physical Appearance: She's 5' 5" ((At 17, she'll be 5'7")) She has thick black hair that changes style often. When it gets to long and starts to annoy her, she simply hacks it off with a knife. Her eyes change with her mood, from stormy gray seas to clear blue. She has a scar on the left side of her head, depending on her mood it's either covered by hair or painfully obvious. She likes combat boots
Nerida--Working Title--Chapter Two by Akela-Nakamura, literature
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Nerida--Working Title--Chapter Two
“Come on,” Mrs. Nicely encouraged. “I know you could read it if you tried.” Nerida had a headache. Her eyes burned. The words that Mrs. Nicely was trying to get her to read constantly spun of the page or stayed put and blurred. They wouldn’t clear up for her, and when they did they wouldn’t stay still. She could barely read these words, let alone spell them like the school wanted her too. She always flunked spelling tests.
And please god, don’t mention the essays and the paragraphs she was supposed to write. Or, the worse of all, the practice DBQ’s. Just thinking of those bastards made her shut
The Pains of Modern Times by Akela-Nakamura, literature
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The Pains of Modern Times
Prompt: Modern pains
A broken world limps around the sun,
Broken places,
Starving faces,
Innocence dies,
In the face of hard times.
A withering world limps around the sun,
Dying people,
Falling nations.
Is there no end?
Shot for his race,
“Hands Up! Don’t shoot!”
Shot for his proud pen,
“Je Suis Charlie!”
Murdered for nothing at all,
Chocked by those who serve and protect,
“I can’t breathe.”
Shot for her beliefs,
“I believe in the power of the voice of woman.”
Where has it all gone wrong?
For the people are dying,
And the world should be crying,
When people are killed,
For being