I grew up in the city, and it was amazing.
Everyday, there was something happening. There were people, everywhere. People walking from place to place, people talking and making commotion down the street and around every corner. Cars filled the streets and noise filled the air, day in and day out, the city was alive. You couldn’t see the stars, but it was beautiful nonetheless with buildings lit up nightly and streetlights lining the neighborhoods busy sidewalks. After living in the city for so long, you begin to long for the business, the noise, the people, and the atmosphere. I, having lived in the city for so long, miss the years I ha
While you were sleeping Jack Frost came to visit,
He made it snow, making it cold along with it.
I begged him not to but he didn't listen,
Now when you look outside it sort of glistens.
We Are A World Full Of People. by Chey-tle, literature
Literature
We Are A World Full Of People.
We are a world full of people.
We have a list of labels and ways to treat and be treated.
Most of us claim,
“I will not be made a label!”
But there are so many different kinds of people,
There are Optimists,
Pessimists,
Realists,
A little bit of all three,
Or a little bit of none,
There are Christians,
Pegans or Wiccans,
Methodists,
Catholics,
Believers of something and believers of nothing,
There are depressed people,
Happy people,
Numb people,
People who feel everything at once,
Or people who feel nothing at all,
We are straight,
Or Bisexual,
Or lesbian,
Or gay,
We are “LGBTQ+” or not,
We are bla
To The Boy I Love Today, Forever And Always. by Chey-tle, literature
Literature
To The Boy I Love Today, Forever And Always.
Hi. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a full blown conversation,
Even though we’re still together today,
You don’t seem to care about this relationship we have built from love and adoration.
There is more to us than the puppy love everyone sees,
We’ve seen each other through bad times,
We helped each other, for a while we were carefree.
Do you no longer wish for me to be yours?
To hug, to kiss, to love?
Because all I am seeing is closed doors.
I pictured a forever with you,
I pictured a life with you,
Not just a one time woo.
I thought you wanted the same,
At least that’s what you told me,
But am
The stars at night don't compare to the ones in your eyes,
Yours shine brighter than a thousand stars could try.
Yet here I sit in this dark and silent night, looking at these stars without you,
Because they are what reminds me of the twinkle in your eyes I always miss.
I sit out here and remind myself,
Though you are far away, the same sky lights up our nights,
You see the same twinkle in the sky, you see the same night.
One day we will be together,
No longer then will I look at the stars to find you,
I'll simply look into your eyes while you watch the night sky.
Both of us breathlessly in bliss.
Purr, purr…
I sit here listening to this bundle of fur.
I can’t move in fear you’re going to fall,
And I try to be quiet because if not you’d surely squall.
You move in awkward positions,
Causing me to work in difficult conditions.
Your paws keep pressing keys.
Your tail keeps hitting my face and I claim exasperated “please.”
I am sitting uncomfortably in this chair while you fall fast asleep,
You move again when I accidentally make a sound, causing me to surely weep.
You purr louder and I sigh,
I sit here quietly asking myself, why?
Despite all of this,
Your constant nudges for attention I wo
I grew up in the city, and it was amazing.
Everyday, there was something happening. There were people, everywhere. People walking from place to place, people talking and making commotion down the street and around every corner. Cars filled the streets and noise filled the air, day in and day out, the city was alive. You couldn’t see the stars, but it was beautiful nonetheless with buildings lit up nightly and streetlights lining the neighborhoods busy sidewalks. After living in the city for so long, you begin to long for the business, the noise, the people, and the atmosphere. I, having lived in the city for so long, miss the years I ha
Why should I have to feel empathy?
Why should I have to relate?
Why do I need to feign emotion?
What's wrong with a cold-blooded state?
Why do I have to be reliable?
Why do I have to commit?
Why do I have to behave myself?
It's something I'd rather omit,
Why can't I be superficial?
Why can't I believe I'm 'The One'?
Why do I have to be bored all the time?
What's wrong with having fun?
Why do I have to fit in?
Why can't I be unique?
Why can't I have all the drugs I want?
And all the stimulation I seek?
Why should I have to feel guilty?
Why should I even have to care?
Why should I have to have sympathy?
It seems to be everywhere,
Why can't
Angels Are Psychopaths (Poem) by Maderlore, literature
Literature
Angels Are Psychopaths (Poem)
From a world of pristine beauty,
Their absolution, divine,
Such devotion to their cause,
Their conviction, sublime,
A will that can't be matched,
An obedience that never waivers,
Dutiful to the very end,
They are your ultimate saviours,
They wouldn't hesitate for second,
To do what they were meant to,
And they would never leave unfulfilled,
A mission that they were sent to,
Wings that display perfection,
Movement graceful and pure,
A show of true omnipotence,
You wouldn't think they were built for war,
But there are two types of such entity,
And both bear the mark of the maker,
Some worship human life,
But the others wish to be its taker,
Sometimes I wonder,
Deep in the night,
Wonder how nice it would be,
To be free from the fright.
Thoughts from inside,
Killing myself one breath at a time,
Nobody can save me,
This misery is mine.
I have an unhealthy addiction to coffee and hate when I'm on my period because I can't drink it. It makes my cramps worse.
I am learning French and I know a little (really not much) German. (Hopefully more in the future.)
I plan on going to college and majoring in Creative writing, what I will minor in is kind of still up in the air but I'm leaning towards English lit.
I try to be optimistic instead of pessimistic.
My best friend lives in Kentucky.
I don't live in Kentucky.
I also have an unhealthy obsession with quotes. I really love them.
I love tacos.
My boyfriend lives in Oregon.
I have close friends in Canada.
In case you couldn't see the pattern, most my friends do not live in my same state and/or town.
I write books/stories and sometimes poems.
I do have most the social medias. Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. Shh. XD Facebook is mostly because I have family and well, you know family.
I lived in a city until I was ten. When I was ten we moved to a smaller town and when I turned fourteen we moved to a VERY small town.
I'm very socially awkward.
I have anxiety so sometimes I ramble or get really quiet.
I hate when people spell my name wrong. (Or pronounce it wrong.) Like seriously, I cringe a little every time. But I will hardly ever correct anybody because the anxiety is crushing. I have a new nickname because literally my name was pronounced wrong but I was too scared to correct them so to them that was my name and then it was more awkward when they found out that wasn't actually my name, BUT BOOM NEW NICKNAME.
Heeeeyyyooo! I haven't posted anything lately because I've been so busy writing for NaNoWriMo, I just haven't had any time to do much else besides it. D; (Not that anybody really cares. xD) Once November is over, I'll be more active again, but for now, I can't predicate when I'm going to be able to post something next. Writing 50,000 words in 30 days is very hard, guys. x'D
Other than that, I've colored my hair, uuuuhhhh, boyfriend is still a thing, uh, got in some political arguments, uhhh, breathed.
Yeah, so that's my life, guys. XD
I hope you all have wonderful days, weeks, etc. <3