What Matters Remembered by TeddieBearKnight, literature
Literature
What Matters Remembered
An ode to love
A love so strong
Much more than any alive
An ode to love
Despite all wrong
The loves most truthful survive
You carry those
Still there with you
They are forever your truth
The cherished friends
To the earth’s ends
Transcends the lesser uncouth
I hate this. I hate being at school right now. All I can think about is him. He didn't even go to school with me, but so much stuff here reminds me of him. I want to leave. My thoughts keep wandering to the end of last semester. Thursday, May 23, 2019 He broke up with me I had just finished my last final I felt amazing Everything felt right Finally free tonight Date night with the boyfriend But he kept putting off Pushing our dinner back Thirty minutes... an hour... two hours... three I stayed at school with friends He wasn't ready yet, so I waited It should only take half hour So I didn't got home And yet Four hours... Five hours... My worry grew Thoughts flashing Only bad, horrible, terrible thoughts But the worst wasn't even considered Then, finally, I'm ready So I headed over, disappointed with the time, but happy to see him nonetheless When I arrive, he clearly isn't ready What happened all day For you to wear a t-shirt and shorts But you did your hair You always do And
Bzzt
Bzzzzzzt
Eyes open, Breathe in, Breathe out, Sit up
Bzt
Look around, Get up, Get Ready, Let’s go
Bzt
Today will be a good day
Today will be a bzzt day
Today will… bzt
Hold your Keys
Bzzzzzzt
Wait a minute
BzzZzzZZZzzzzt
Where are your bzzZzzzZZzzt?
Keys?
Bzt
Bzt
Here.
Hold your Keys, Check the Time
Bzzzt
Today will be bzt
Today bzzt will be waiting
Today will have to be tomorrow bzt
Today cannot bzzt today when today bzt over
Bzt
Bzzzzzzzzzt
Bzzzt
Turn off the TV
The weather is Bad
Wait
Window
Antennae hanging
Somebody will Fix it
One day
Some day
Any day
I will learn to fix it myself
It was as if I tripped off a cliff and I felt myself go stiff
With fear, or was it anger, or maybe sadness?
Either way it happened as I fell through this never-ending hell
Into darkness and despair and then nothingness
This is where I am
I now live down in rock bottom
Where one second I’m on top
And the next I’m leaves in autumn
So this is where I am
Every step I take I ache
As I try to make the climb
But my hands won’t cease to shake
Walls closing in
No more room to live
Feel like giving in
Nothing left to give
Do you feel the same way that I do?
I know that you must, too
I wonder when you entered
Rock Bottom
I donR
Whose Voice Speaks? by TeddieBearKnight, literature
Literature
Whose Voice Speaks?
“You can’t be the same boy I followed, thought I’d always follow…”
Why is that boy really just a fuckboy?
How could I have fallen for his ploy?
He’s always being rude
He loves to hate
Always talking, always insulting
All along, he knew I had no chances
Yet he danced and played this fake romance
He never told me
He just played a role
Still had the gall, still watched my downfall
“You hurt me more than you know. All that I wanted was you, you were my tomorrow…”
All you had to really do was tell me why
You’re the one who led me on to live this lie
What? You think your vagueness mak
I’ve grown up as the “perfect” kid
The one who would least worry you
Do you know what that’s done to me?
Then, the one time I mess up
Is the one time it really matters
This one act is now all you see
I’m sorry that I hate this school
And you just blame me for this choice
But – guess what! – I mostly picked it
So you’d have to hear my voice
And now that I want out of here
The only thing that you can manage
Is to ask me what you’ll have to pay
To cover the price of damage
I never asked to be the one
That you could somehow trust the most
I simply lived the way I wanted
But now you say t
I am not who I was
Nor am I who I will be
Instead, I am trapped
With a life that is not me
In the limbo between a man and a child
Too old to live the life I have known
But too young to know the life I will live
Life haphazardly thrown at the nearest convenience
Now torments the memories of the kid within me
But the adult is unknown and nowhere to be found
Chosen was what had seemed good enough
Picked before all that what was left to be known
But the child is left writhing and crying and falling
Stories told to the child shapes who they become
The stories that adult tells shows who they became
But the stories mean nothing to the Interim
The thread of life was spun by Clotho
Lachesis decided how long
And, when it’s time, Atropos cuts
But her timing could not be more wrong
Please take your shears and cut the line
Snip and disfigure this sad life-thread
Since you can’t seem to cut the stupid yarn
That keeps me tied to what gives me dread
Atropos, I have trusted you so far
But, would you give me permission?
I would like to borrow your shears
For now my life is my decision
At least, I wish the life was mine
The yarn possesses dominance
Mummified, I’ve lost control
And the life and body must do its dance
The eyes trace the forever thread
As if Lachesis had w
When the Skies Were Mine by TeddieBearKnight, literature
Literature
When the Skies Were Mine
God, I dreamed about the angel that would always help me fly
As I cried about the life that we would soon leave far behind.
My body seemed to effortlessly rise up to the sky,
But the feeling only lasted with the fleeting heaven’s shine.
She took my hand and me away from the sad mortal realm.
I kept my eyes up looking high and cared not what’s below.
Reasons unknown, the growing gap could never overwhelm.
Fo
The audience immediately fell in love with the illusionist. They always do. How could they not when she seemed to make birds appear out of thin air and have them fly through hoops of fire only to transform into tigers that would seem to attack an audience member in their seat but then suddenly become a bunny in their lap that would calmly hop back into her arms? That was only the beginning. She would mess with the audience, too. The lady in the front row has silky, beautiful blond hair - nope, sorry. The lady in the front row has frizzy, green hair. The lady shrieked in horror but then soon joined the rest of the audience in rambunctious laug
What Matters Remembered by TeddieBearKnight, literature
Literature
What Matters Remembered
An ode to love
A love so strong
Much more than any alive
An ode to love
Despite all wrong
The loves most truthful survive
You carry those
Still there with you
They are forever your truth
The cherished friends
To the earth’s ends
Transcends the lesser uncouth
I hate this. I hate being at school right now. All I can think about is him. He didn't even go to school with me, but so much stuff here reminds me of him. I want to leave. My thoughts keep wandering to the end of last semester. Thursday, May 23, 2019 He broke up with me I had just finished my last final I felt amazing Everything felt right Finally free tonight Date night with the boyfriend But he kept putting off Pushing our dinner back Thirty minutes... an hour... two hours... three I stayed at school with friends He wasn't ready yet, so I waited It should only take half hour So I didn't got home And yet Four hours... Five hours... My worry grew Thoughts flashing Only bad, horrible, terrible thoughts But the worst wasn't even considered Then, finally, I'm ready So I headed over, disappointed with the time, but happy to see him nonetheless When I arrive, he clearly isn't ready What happened all day For you to wear a t-shirt and shorts But you did your hair You always do And
Bzzt
Bzzzzzzt
Eyes open, Breathe in, Breathe out, Sit up
Bzt
Look around, Get up, Get Ready, Let’s go
Bzt
Today will be a good day
Today will be a bzzt day
Today will… bzt
Hold your Keys
Bzzzzzzt
Wait a minute
BzzZzzZZZzzzzt
Where are your bzzZzzzZZzzt?
Keys?
Bzt
Bzt
Here.
Hold your Keys, Check the Time
Bzzzt
Today will be bzt
Today bzzt will be waiting
Today will have to be tomorrow bzt
Today cannot bzzt today when today bzt over
Bzt
Bzzzzzzzzzt
Bzzzt
Turn off the TV
The weather is Bad
Wait
Window
Antennae hanging
Somebody will Fix it
One day
Some day
Any day
I will learn to fix it myself
It was as if I tripped off a cliff and I felt myself go stiff
With fear, or was it anger, or maybe sadness?
Either way it happened as I fell through this never-ending hell
Into darkness and despair and then nothingness
This is where I am
I now live down in rock bottom
Where one second I’m on top
And the next I’m leaves in autumn
So this is where I am
Every step I take I ache
As I try to make the climb
But my hands won’t cease to shake
Walls closing in
No more room to live
Feel like giving in
Nothing left to give
Do you feel the same way that I do?
I know that you must, too
I wonder when you entered
Rock Bottom
I donR
Whose Voice Speaks? by TeddieBearKnight, literature
Literature
Whose Voice Speaks?
“You can’t be the same boy I followed, thought I’d always follow…”
Why is that boy really just a fuckboy?
How could I have fallen for his ploy?
He’s always being rude
He loves to hate
Always talking, always insulting
All along, he knew I had no chances
Yet he danced and played this fake romance
He never told me
He just played a role
Still had the gall, still watched my downfall
“You hurt me more than you know. All that I wanted was you, you were my tomorrow…”
All you had to really do was tell me why
You’re the one who led me on to live this lie
What? You think your vagueness mak
I’ve grown up as the “perfect” kid
The one who would least worry you
Do you know what that’s done to me?
Then, the one time I mess up
Is the one time it really matters
This one act is now all you see
I’m sorry that I hate this school
And you just blame me for this choice
But – guess what! – I mostly picked it
So you’d have to hear my voice
And now that I want out of here
The only thing that you can manage
Is to ask me what you’ll have to pay
To cover the price of damage
I never asked to be the one
That you could somehow trust the most
I simply lived the way I wanted
But now you say t
I am not who I was
Nor am I who I will be
Instead, I am trapped
With a life that is not me
In the limbo between a man and a child
Too old to live the life I have known
But too young to know the life I will live
Life haphazardly thrown at the nearest convenience
Now torments the memories of the kid within me
But the adult is unknown and nowhere to be found
Chosen was what had seemed good enough
Picked before all that what was left to be known
But the child is left writhing and crying and falling
Stories told to the child shapes who they become
The stories that adult tells shows who they became
But the stories mean nothing to the Interim
The thread of life was spun by Clotho
Lachesis decided how long
And, when it’s time, Atropos cuts
But her timing could not be more wrong
Please take your shears and cut the line
Snip and disfigure this sad life-thread
Since you can’t seem to cut the stupid yarn
That keeps me tied to what gives me dread
Atropos, I have trusted you so far
But, would you give me permission?
I would like to borrow your shears
For now my life is my decision
At least, I wish the life was mine
The yarn possesses dominance
Mummified, I’ve lost control
And the life and body must do its dance
The eyes trace the forever thread
As if Lachesis had w
When the Skies Were Mine by TeddieBearKnight, literature
Literature
When the Skies Were Mine
God, I dreamed about the angel that would always help me fly
As I cried about the life that we would soon leave far behind.
My body seemed to effortlessly rise up to the sky,
But the feeling only lasted with the fleeting heaven’s shine.
She took my hand and me away from the sad mortal realm.
I kept my eyes up looking high and cared not what’s below.
Reasons unknown, the growing gap could never overwhelm.
Fo
The audience immediately fell in love with the illusionist. They always do. How could they not when she seemed to make birds appear out of thin air and have them fly through hoops of fire only to transform into tigers that would seem to attack an audience member in their seat but then suddenly become a bunny in their lap that would calmly hop back into her arms? That was only the beginning. She would mess with the audience, too. The lady in the front row has silky, beautiful blond hair - nope, sorry. The lady in the front row has frizzy, green hair. The lady shrieked in horror but then soon joined the rest of the audience in rambunctious laug
Chance Chapter 49: Phases by LeikoTanaka6, literature
Literature
Chance Chapter 49: Phases
"So how were the Ruins?" I asked Thomas. We'd turned out the lights in our room in the Pokemon Center, but I still felt awake. All our pokemon were sprawled sleeping across furniture, the upper bunks, and the floor between us, so we were trying to talk quietly.
"They were neat," he said. "They were about what I expected: a lot of columns and carvings. There was one bit I didn't understand."
"Which bit?"
"Well, there was an engraving on the back wall – sort of a triangle with jewels inlaid on the corners and in the middle – and I couldn't figure out how it fits into Sinnoh mythology."
"Oh, I know that one. The gems represent Az
Chance Chapter 29: Birthday by LeikoTanaka6, literature
Literature
Chance Chapter 29: Birthday
Looker showed up in the morning, out behind the Pokemon Center like he said he would. "Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Great." He handed me a pokeball. "Happy birthday. See you soon," he said, teleporting away.
Well, he remembered.
Thomas hadn't remembered. I mentioned it briefly and he said happy birthday. He was staying in Hearthome to fight the gym and hopefully catch up to me in badges. Tricia texted me a happy birthday via poketch. Megan didn't. Maybe she slept in… on a Tuesday? Maybe she was sick.
I teleported to a place I had never seen before – a rocky mountainside, made dark by cloud cover. We stood next to a cave e
Chance Chapter 25: Faith by LeikoTanaka6, literature
Literature
Chance Chapter 25: Faith
Quick question.
What the actual hecksicle is the appeal of black coffee?
I ordered one at a diner on the west side of town while waiting. Dawn, Lucas and I had decided to leave an hour apart, just so we'd be sure to separate.
Lucas seemed to enjoy his coffee black, so I wanted to try it. It didn't taste remotely as nice as it smelled. I wound up adding a shitload of creamer and sugar to the drink, and then it was almost bearable.
Black coffee? More like bitterness and pain. I didn't know how he could stand it.
Trust and Promise were eating poffins, giving Hope the sweet ones. Faith was out too until it became clear she couldn't function