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waiting for that door to open
is misery
waiting for that life to end
and watching it struggle
watching it try to survive
is passion
waiting for the other half of your heart
to finally arrive
to finally live
is desperation
waiting for people to see you as you really are
for people not to criticize you for being different
for people to really care about your faults
for people to stay with you in your times of need
is loneliness
waiting for someone to change
for someone to accept you
for who you REALLY are
never happens
is repitition
waiting for the day to come
when everyone is okay
with people being different
when everyone is okay
with people not being the same
with people not being normal
with people not being popular
is comfort
is misery
waiting for that life to end
and watching it struggle
watching it try to survive
is passion
waiting for the other half of your heart
to finally arrive
to finally live
is desperation
waiting for people to see you as you really are
for people not to criticize you for being different
for people to really care about your faults
for people to stay with you in your times of need
is loneliness
waiting for someone to change
for someone to accept you
for who you REALLY are
never happens
is repitition
waiting for the day to come
when everyone is okay
with people being different
when everyone is okay
with people not being the same
with people not being normal
with people not being popular
is comfort
Literature
The Game
Stephano was calmly playing his Sonic video game, losing to King Arthur terribly, but keeping his cool. And Mr. Chair was freaking the hell out because:
"I'M FUCKIN' HUUUUUNGRY!" Mr. Chair yelled, snuggling Pongoose.
"WHAT!?" Stephano screamed, throwing his Wii mote and nunchuck.
"Yes :3" Mr. Chair smiled.
The bro was driving back from the grocery store, on his way to pick up Mr. Chair from his week long visit with Stephano. Stephano got two ACTUAL hits on King Arther.
"YES!" Stephano yelled getting sweatier by the minute.
"NO, WHATABUBUDABUDA??" Stephano babbled dumfounded cause he swung his sword at the right time but the game didn't
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Heart broken Stephano
He is gone
The words slipped from my mouth
For him I've grown fond
My heart weak and restrained
will I ever love again
He did not feel love for me
I have been killed
My soul hungry for his love
His soft lips I wanted them against mine
I unsheathed my sword
I will end this pain now
A gentle hand touches me
it is him he begs me not to do it
I have no choice
I have nothing to live for anymore
Until he kissed my lips
Literature
The Hunger
Mr. Chair was reading in the early hours of the morning, before the sun came up, like 3:56 AM. His Bro Stephano was sitting at a desk nearby, sleeping. Mr. Chair suddenly looked up from his book, firmly shut it, stood up, and tapped on Stephano's shoulder.
"Hmph? -_e" The golden boy replied.
"I'M FUCKIN' HUUUUUUUNGRY! O3O" Mr. Chair yelled in a demonic voice, right into his ear.
"HOLY FUCK! OoO" Stephano screamed, jumping up.
"Shhh, you'll wake the bros :3" Mr. Chair whispered.
"Geezus Christ Mr. Chair! Couldn't you wait till evening? :("
"No :3" Mr. Chair purred.
"Ugh, fine let's go -_-*" Stephano said getting up. The only reason why
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:/ some stuff i've been thinking about for a while. thought i should make it into a poem. *shrug* i really need some help.
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that's beautiful