|Time for an older deviation, Star Wars style!|
Walls and FallsLife is full of many walls,Walls and Falls by Whovian178
But that doesn’t matter.
What matters is how many times you fall,
Whether the wall caused the fall
I run straight into a wall,
And the impact almost kills me.
More often, however,
There is no wall at all.
But either way, I find a way to fall.
Life is an impossible obstacle course;
No one makes it without falling once.
But some fall more than others.
I continuously stumble through each obstacle,
Running into everything I see,
Or tripping on my own shoe laces.
Some people pass me up,
And I am left in the dust.
Other people get in my way,
Becoming a wall for me.
One thing I’m always forgetting,
Is that no matter how many times I fall,
No matter how many times I run into a wall,
I always find a way to get up.
I will continue crawling through Life,
Painfully awaiting the day
I will fall flat on my face,
No longer able to carry on.
Living is just slowly dying,
And everyone dies in the end.
About a year ago,
I slammed into a wall...
Let the Sunshine InI put on different clothes most days,Let the Sunshine In by Whovian178
Just to see what it is like.
Each shirt, hat, and shoe
Gives me a different sense of who I am.
I put on new clothes to distract people from my face,
So they don’t see the agony and strangeness that makes me who I am.
They look at my clothes instead of my face,
And they like what they see.
But one day I ran out of clothes;
I had to re wear something old.
People stopped looking at what they had already seen,
And they saw through to what I really was.
Eventually, they became disgusted,
Because unlike my clothes,
I was different.
I hid myself in the worst ways.
Instead of changing my clothes, I changed who I was.
Eventually I faded into the world,
Just another entity.
Until one day, I realized I was blind.
I, like them, would look at other’s clothes,
Instead of a person’s face.
I started seeing the world differently,
And I realized that not everyone was the same after all.
There were those outcasts like me,
Who helped me find who I wa
I Come From Many ThingsI come from books, from crappy frozen pizza, and a Windows device.I Come From Many Things by Whovian178
I come from the cozy warmth of my small house in a small town, but always wanting to be somewhere else.
I come from the safety of a Catholic home, always wondering about what the violence of other schools would bring.
Kids beating each other up at bus stops, instilling a fear of public schools in me.
I come from Ireland, Germany, Britain, and Wales,
From annoying siblings, and the wagging of my pet’s tails.
I come from a small school closed down, where nothing seemed to matter,
To a new school, presenting a new challenge before me as I slowly attempt to struggle to the top.
I come from conservative parents, always checking my grades,
From never having any worries to constantly stressing.
I come from what my peers never expected anyone to be,
Different in more ways than one, never caving in.
I come from being told never to give up, always to give my best, even when I can't make it.
I come from the help of my friend
Space Shuttle GenesisIt was the year 2054, and NASA started sending rockets into space once more. Just eighty-five years earlier, Apollo 11 was the first space mission to land people on the moon. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind...” Now, a new era in space travel was about to begin as the first mission to Mars neared it’s beginning. Space Shuttle Genesis, the American shuttle being used for this daring mission, carried three people that were to be the first to step onto the Red Planet: Brad Collins, Mark Mars (not related to Bruno Mars or going to Mars for his last name), and Brianna Demoni. These people were to be held up as heroes, such as Neil Armstrong, but things didn’t go as planned, as they never seem to do when dealing with space travel. For, how could we forget space shuttles Challenger and Columbia? With these kinds of missions, disaster seems to strike in the least likely of places.Space Shuttle Genesis by Whovian178
Sex =/= GenderExplaining the difference between sex, and gender, and asexuality, to an overly proud cisgendered, sex obsessed friend.Sex =/= Gender by DreamsphereINC
Dream: You...DO KNOW that sex and gender are not the same thing, right?
Friend:...No, no I did not know that.
Dream: Well, sex is y'know, you're genetalia and all that shit, and your gender is up here *points to head*, whom you really are.
Friend:..I'm sorry what?
**Dream: See, I'm androgynous, which means I identify as neither, and both genders, though I am "female-assigned," I do not have a gender.
Emily: Woah man. WOOoaahhh man.
Dream:...is..is there something wrong?
Emily: No like, I'm saying "Woman." Woah man.
Dream: Kindly shut the fuck up.
Dream: -Just like there is Asexuality--
Dream: Oh, right. An asexual is someone who has no desire for sex.
Friend: OH MY GOD THATS SO SAAAAD! *fake cries*
Dream:...dude, they just don't want sex, they LITERALLY just don't give a fuck.
Friend: Maybe they just haven't experienced sex yet. *smirks*
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