If I try,
I can be perfect
Ace the test,
Be nicer than anyone,
Clean the whole house,
And say all the right things.
If I really did try,
I could be a saint
Save the world,
End all pain,
Build buildings,
And break down barriers.
If I tried so hard I couldn't breathe,
I could do everything they ever wanted and more
Paint the most beautiful painting,
Write the most touching story,
Compose the prettiest song,
And sketch the world how I would have it.
If I tell myself I'm trying,
I must be lying
Because I failed to be perfect,
Failed to be a saint,
Failed to be an artist,
And failed to be myself.
I must not be trying hard e
My mood is the rain
Drizzling on down
Drop by tiny drop
Tears down my cheeks
Whispering of sadness
But never staying long
To heal the sorrow I feel
My mood is the clouds
Darkening the sky
And hiding the sun
Empty promises like
An empty soul
Dark and dreary
Just how I feel
My mood is the wind
Screaming through the trees
Never lingering, never comforting
A hollow thought
A lingering voice
Whipping the world
And leaving nothing behind
When I'm this empty
Nothing can save me
I should be happy
I have what I wanted
And yet nothing at all
I'm begging for a savior
I want to believe
How can everything feel
Like I'm drownin
I wish I could fall forever.
To lose everything in that moment.
In that moment for me only.
For me only I would sing.
I would sing praises to God.
Praises to God for the world.
For the world now loves me.
Now loves me to lose everything.
I wish I could fall forever.
Spin, kick, steady, duck, punch, block. And again. Laia weaved in and out of the punches being thrown at her, waiting for her opportunities to make a move. At last, her opponent hesitated. Laia took her opportunity by firing a punch to the body, followed by another with her left hand. As his hand went for her head, she grabbed it and quickly twisted his arm. She held the pose for a moment, then suddenly she smiled and relaxed her grip.
"You've improved dramatically, Noah," she said, releasing his arm.
A grin came across Noah's face as well and he dropped his hands to his side. "Thanks, Miss Laia," he said formally. Laia had told him countl
They floated above Earth; spheres of light in endless blackness. They looked down upon the tiny globe of water and land, and imagined the futures that the planet could behold. However, at that precise moment, something terrible was happening. They could see it all: the meeting hall holding leaders of nations, the millions waiting to see what would happen, and the few that were holding their breath, hoping things wouldn't change. Suddenly, one man stood from his chair, holding a thick stack of papers tightly in his hand. The crowd waited impatiently while the media crews turned up their microphones and powered on the cameras. The announcement
White Rapids Chapter Four by Ivy-Greene, literature
Literature
White Rapids Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Blackpaw
Blackpaw's body was tensed as she crouched behind a thick blanket of brambles. Oakstar was leading an attack on ThunderClan, in the hopes to gain more territory. Currently perched just past the river on the ThunderClan side, ShadowClan hoped to surprise the evening patrol and push them back in a defeat that ThunderClan wouldn't soon forget.
Her tail twitched slightly as Oakstar examined the cats lined up for battle. Blackpaw stared into the darkness before her, waiting to catch any sign of the enemy cats. She didn't notice the dark brown tabby sneak up behind her.
"Ready?" Tigerheart hissed from behind her. Blackpa
If I try,
I can be perfect
Ace the test,
Be nicer than anyone,
Clean the whole house,
And say all the right things.
If I really did try,
I could be a saint
Save the world,
End all pain,
Build buildings,
And break down barriers.
If I tried so hard I couldn't breathe,
I could do everything they ever wanted and more
Paint the most beautiful painting,
Write the most touching story,
Compose the prettiest song,
And sketch the world how I would have it.
If I tell myself I'm trying,
I must be lying
Because I failed to be perfect,
Failed to be a saint,
Failed to be an artist,
And failed to be myself.
I must not be trying hard e
My mood is the rain
Drizzling on down
Drop by tiny drop
Tears down my cheeks
Whispering of sadness
But never staying long
To heal the sorrow I feel
My mood is the clouds
Darkening the sky
And hiding the sun
Empty promises like
An empty soul
Dark and dreary
Just how I feel
My mood is the wind
Screaming through the trees
Never lingering, never comforting
A hollow thought
A lingering voice
Whipping the world
And leaving nothing behind
When I'm this empty
Nothing can save me
I should be happy
I have what I wanted
And yet nothing at all
I'm begging for a savior
I want to believe
How can everything feel
Like I'm drownin
I wish I could fall forever.
To lose everything in that moment.
In that moment for me only.
For me only I would sing.
I would sing praises to God.
Praises to God for the world.
For the world now loves me.
Now loves me to lose everything.
I wish I could fall forever.
Spin, kick, steady, duck, punch, block. And again. Laia weaved in and out of the punches being thrown at her, waiting for her opportunities to make a move. At last, her opponent hesitated. Laia took her opportunity by firing a punch to the body, followed by another with her left hand. As his hand went for her head, she grabbed it and quickly twisted his arm. She held the pose for a moment, then suddenly she smiled and relaxed her grip.
"You've improved dramatically, Noah," she said, releasing his arm.
A grin came across Noah's face as well and he dropped his hands to his side. "Thanks, Miss Laia," he said formally. Laia had told him countl
Ch. 1
In the morning, the postman comes around seven. Maggie would give her usual warning gruff from her spot on the rug, her head raised, her ears perked. When the mail car sputtered away, Maggie would bring herself to rise slowly and pad to the window where she'd probe the glass curiously with her nose. Seeing nothing, she would return to her well-worn spot and drop like a sack of mail.
Every day, a little death
Every death, a little day
Ch. 2
There came a time where I realized I couldn't see the curiosity in Maggie's eyes. Sure, she'd sniff around the yard excitedly, or wag her tail when we went to the park, but the way she looked at
Yeah, about Chapter Four. And also the lack of submitting anything besides weird six word stories. I shall try to fix that soon. First by finishing that chapter of Ever, then by figuring out some other stuff. I may need more chocolate first, though.
So, Brit Lit essay today. I finished early. It was so weird. My teacher smiled at me and said "Good job" which was also weird. (in case you were wondering, I definitely took an extra fifteen minutes on both the previous in-class essays) I felt like I did fairly well on that. I hope.
I played tennis today, also. It was not good. We should probably leave it at that.
Sooo...now I'm a bit bored. I
Well, more accurately, it's currently Dr. WHATSHISFACE, but I didn't want to scare anyone too badly. And if anyone has a name for said character, post a comment. He's just a doctor, of little importance other than the news he brings, but after 155 pages, he really needs a name. So comment.
Anyways, tennis practice started yesterday. Yes, it's Michigan, yes it's cold. But sometimes the sun shines. And then we all wear short-sleeved t-shirts anyway. Currently my only problem with tennis is how badly my feet hurt. I will be able to walk normally soon, though. It would bother me more if I hadn't missed tennis season so much.
Angel Wings. Yeah.
Seriously, though. I must have changed mine at least ten times in the past fifteen minutes. Maybe because I want to say something awesome that describes me, but truthfully I don't know what that is. So I guess there's some lyrics there that are cool. Yep.
Anyway. ACT was today. That was the opposite of fun. We were not allowed to have food or water in the room at all. And then they gave us a ten minute break, a granola bar, and a water bottle. That was something, I guess. Except we had to finish the water in those ten minutes. But still, I feel like I did fairly well. We'll get the scores in 5-8 weeks. So in about 9 weeks I may or may not po