Happy Belated Thanksgiving~!!! (EDIT!) by namxlxss, journal
Happy Belated Thanksgiving~!!! (EDIT!)
[EDIT: Nerd realized that (1) the part where Nerd explains what she did over Thanksgiving, it sounded REALLY~ wrong!!!!! XDDDD OH MY GILBIRD!!!! So Nerd fixed that error. NERD IS VERY SORRY~!!! NERD'S NOT A CANNIBAL! Please~! Don't get any ideas!!! ^^; ~RomanoFAILplz (https://www.deviantart.com/romanofailplz):icononionfailplz: (2) Also, Nerd's elaborating why she's thankful for what's in #2. Ok. Nerd's done editing! Carry on! :iconitalysaluteplz:]
Yeahhh~...... Nerd realizes that she's late. But hey! Nerd was out most of the day spending time with family and other relatives, stuffing her face with turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie, etc.
Hope yours was as awesome as Nerd's!!!! :D :D
She writes such lovely poems
But nobody really cares
She hides them all the time
To avoid the judging stares
She wrote one yesterday
About a boy who said he loved her
But to her own dismay
She caught him with another
She wrote one about school
And the words painted on her locker
“No one likes you, stupid bitch.
You’re lucky I’m at soccer.”
She wrote about her parents
And how she wished they were together
But she knows that won’t ever happen
And forgetting’s probably better
Yes, she writes such lovely poems
But there’s so much more to this
See, her pencil is a razor
And the paper is her wrist.
My mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreci
Perhaps I should confess to you,
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
I'm Not the Marrying Kind by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
I'm Not the Marrying Kind
I'm not the marrying kind.
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.R