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Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.

Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.

I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

to everyone who gave me a fav to everyone who gave me a fav thank you very much

The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr

Big Brother? "Grown up."
"Suck up."
"You are so immature."
"You'll never get better."
"You'll never be better."
"You're a hindrance."
"Stop talking. Close your mouth."
"No one wants to hear you."
"It'd be better for everyone if you'd just stop TALKING."

I smirk. I laugh. I never shut up. I don't give him what he wants. I continuously talk over him as he spews out his insults. I act like it's all a joke. He thinks I'm stupid for it, and I want him to think I'm nothing short of annoying. I want him to give up on me and avoid me. I'll spit out something to anger him at every given opportunity. Continue to greet him every time he walks in the do

Oklahoma Tornado and other AreasOklahoma Tornado and other Areas Effected
HOPING ALL OUR FRIENDS ON DEVIANT ART GET BACK TO NORMAL WEATHER SOON.
WE ARE THINKING ABOUT UYO ALL AND BE ASSURED WISHING ALL BEST
Love
Johanna, George and Family
xxxx

Also to uyor friends Nik,Gran and Pets and Neighbours in Kansas who also get bad weather
xxxx

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Now As It Were and As It Wasby *goRillA-iNK

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This is not meant to make anyone happy and this is not meant to make anyone mad.

But this was made because at the time of going through this my attitude was horribly bad and oh so pathetically sad.

It had to be said and it had to be written
for once upon a time I was once bitten.

I hope that you all understand
not everyone is made for love be they woman or man.

`I hope you like it and if you don't I understand. Thank you for the views, faves, and comments.`

~FrozenFlower95 May 12, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Very powerful and very well written. I wish I could write that nice when I'm angry. I hope you'll be able to get back to those happier moments in life after the divorce ordeal c:

~appa-appa-away May 11, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

There's a lot of powerful raw emotion in this, great job putting it together. It's great to get things out and said through words like this.

*BrightStar2 May 10, 2012

really good at expressing your feelings you feel the angry but also the contentment
of letting go, may the future be brighter for you, we do learn to let go and we do learn to
love again with trust in time

love may not be for everyone
but there is a love for everyone to find.......

~EMPJetTrooper15 May 9, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

That was one of the most powerful pieces I've read. I can tell you really poured your heart into that.
Good luck for the future, wherever it takes you.

*goRillA-iNK May 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much.

Writing has always been one of my favorite emotional outlets.
I might not always use the correct verbiage but,
at least I know what to say and how I want it to be said.

~EMPJetTrooper15 May 9, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Not many people are able to put their emotions down into words like that, I thought it was an amazing piece. I myself haven't had much luck in the way of getting my writing to turn out the way I want it to. I suppose it just varies.

*goRillA-iNK May 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you.

Yes some days it just really flows
and some days it just goes ...right down the toilet.

Well writing I was told was in my families blood,
and I didn't believe it was just a matter of genetics that played a part of it.
I got into reading very heavily after my divorce and after I got belittled by
some other people I had run in's with and they tore me apart in a literary sense.

I said enough is enough and I tore down to the nearest library and checked out over 20 books,
I didn't return any of the books until I had read them all in their entirety.

And then I repeated this process until I got my first tablet like a Nook or Kindle,
and now I have over four thousand books on it and I re-read them all every now and then.
I learned how to sit and meditate on the literature or how to speed read it so I could
read up to 3 books on three different subjects a day.

Once you fall in love with books you make the time to read them at all cost.
I still have real actual paper books and those are mostly in a real physical storage facility.

~EMPJetTrooper15 May 10, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I know that love of books all too well. Ever since I was a little kid my nose has been stuffed in one, hell, ive even gotten detention in school just because I couldn't put my book down and do my work. My room is lined with hundreds of them, and there are even more in the garage, packed away in boxes. I have everything from Larry Niven, to Jules Verne, Henry Thoreau to J.K. Rowling. Reading has been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I frequently come down with what my parents call "Good Book Disease", and cant stop reading even if I havent slept in two days.

~stabripemo23 May 9, 2012 Student Photographer

Geez...I gotta say except for the last two sentences, are much like how I'm feeling too

Really powerful O.O

*goRillA-iNK May 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much for the comment and for taking the time to read this.

I had the best and worst moments in my life wasted or spent with her.
We even had two amazing children too.
But if it weren't for my two kid's it would have all been for nothing and we
would have been better off never having met at all.

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