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ReaperTale
Hehe
You really thought it would be so easy, didn't you.
That you could murder freely without consequence.
You thought you could get away with everything.
You never once thought there could be obstacles.
Well I've got something to tell you, bud.
You've got another thing coming.
I watched and stood by without action,
But now, I can't afford not to care anymore.
You took away everything I still cared to live for.
You killed everyone, everything, with no regards to the rules.
So let me explain something to you, kid.
Here's where your little game ends.
It's a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing, flowers are blooming.
On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.
You won't get by me, i'll put an end to this.
All of your fun, it ends now.
Today is judgment day.
And I. Am. The Reaper.
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Literature
The Joy of the Natural World
The natural world of nature seeks not for power.
It waits not for great rulers or of men to lead the human race.
It fights for nothing, dies for no cause, murders not one being.
The natural world seeks an existence of peace.
It grows in calm serenity and a graceful beauty that no creature can create.
The joy the natural world offers comes not from the mind of man.
It cannot be built or imagined, written of or painted.
The true joy of the natural world is what you feel.
It's what you feel when you sit by a cozy fire with a good book and your pet.
It's what you feel when you hike in the woods and find yourself in a place of beauty indescribable with words.
It's what you feel when nature surrounds you and you can simply be.
The joy of the natural world comes not from humans.
It is not something that can be recreated by the minds of men.
The joy of the natural world comes from existing, simply existing, and the content felt in being able to do so.
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Literature
What He Wanted
I've tried to fight this feeling,
To make it go away.
I've tried to stay determined
To make it through the day.
But nothing I do helps me.
I find I'm still depressed.
I feel so tired always
Even with hours of rest.
I find I rarely hunger.
I eat to pass the time.
I wish I could be happy.
Is that really such a crime?
I thought that I once could be,
That I could be like the rest of you.
I thought that I found someone,
But then he declared us through.
I don't know what happened.
Did I do something wrong?
I thought that we were perfect.
To end things just feels wrong.
I know that there was difference,
That we had little time
To share with one another.
But to me, that was all right.
I could have waited for you,
Only seen you once a year.
I'd talk when you could manage.
But that wasn't enough, I fear.
You tossed me to that pavement.
Without another look.
You said you didn't want to drag things out,
That you were letting me off the hook.
But that's not what you wanted.
Please, oh can't you see
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Literature
A Dance With the Devil
I offered to dance with the devil.
He took my hand and led the way.
We swayed all night to the music.
HE whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
When the dance was over, we took a walk.
We  gazed at the night sky.
He made the stars twinkle just for me.
It looked like they were dancing too.
I offered the devil a kiss.
He greedily took my lips with his own.
Soon, I found myself offering the devil my body.
Greedily, he devoured that too.
I offered the devil my heart.
He laughed and told me he had already stolen it away.
I offered him all my time.
He took it all away without a second thought.
And with my time and heart in his hands,
He used and abused me like I always knew he would.
But i didn't mind.
I looked at the devil and saw he was happy with what I gave away.
I've always lived to please others.
I gave the devil all I had to give.
He took everything I offered and more.
But the man who took it all away was not really the devil.
He was just another man.
But he might as well have bee
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:icondespicableme1:DespicableMe1 12 11
Literature
Never Afraid
She was never afraid of the demons
That danced within his eyes.
She was never afraid of the darkness
That was buried deep inside.
She was never afraid of his secrets,
The hidden truths he kept.
She was never afraid of his struggles
Or the tears he silently wept.
She was never afraid of his past,
The ghosts that haunt him still.
She was never afraid of his enemies
Who have yet to have their fill.
She was never afraid of the monster
That hid beneath the skin.
She was never afraid of the challenges
When the darkness tried to win.
She was never afraid of the man.
She was never afraid of the beast.
She was never afraid of his past
Or that it would ever be released.
She was never afraid of anything,
Especially not afraid of her man
But maybe she should have been
With a knife held in his hand.
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:icondespicableme1:DespicableMe1 11 17
Literature
Possible story
    Hello, readers. My name is Gloria Winters. Now, I want to make it clear in the beginning. I am not some amazing, undiscovered author. I'm not special, talented being. I've offered little to the world other than my simple existence and my desire to live a normal, boring life. Most would think me crazy, saying I wanted a normal life, but if anyone knew what I had been through, they might begin to understand. That I what I am writing here. This is not some story I've made up. What I am writing here really happened. This is not a fictional creation but a recording of events. Not recent events, mind you, but these are events long passed. I confess, it has taken me some time to work up the courage to document these events. All of you are likely confused and wondering what I'm talking about, however, most of you already know part of the story, but only what the news media revealed. They do not know everything that happened. They'd think me crazy if I told them the truth.
 
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Literature
Wasting Kills
Wasting time.
Wasting space.
Wasting life.
Wasting days.
Wasting breath.
Wasting away.
Wasting friends.
Wasting fades.
Wasting comes.
Wasting goes.
Wasting stay.
Wasting woes.
Wasting blood.
Wasting steals.
Wasting alcohol.
Wasting pills.
Wasting classes.
Wasting careers.
Wasting homes.
Wasting years.
Wasting family.
Wasting feels.
Wasting me.
Wasting kills.
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Literature
No One's Watching
Remember when things were fresh and new,
When you lived for me and I lived for you,
When time stood still and things were perfect and swell,
Even then, I should have known all too well.
You were perfect, you were guy of the year.
I was lonely and awkward and consumed by my fear,
But you took my hand and you gave me a chance.
You took this nothing girl and taught me how to dance
Like no one's watching.
But now time's passed and we find ourselves here
After all the good times that we had the first year,
Now our differences come out and we've stumbled and fought.
We're trying now, but we're both really at fault.
You have plans for life but I'm stuck here in my head.
You want to succeed; sometimes I wish I was dead.
I'm holding you back but you want to help me fly.
I've done my best but I'm tired of trying
Since no one's watching.
You decided to leave, so I'm here once again,
Living each day when I just wish things would end.
You call when you can but I don't know why you do,
With all the
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:icondespicableme1:DespicableMe1 18 16
Literature
Only Me
When it rains, it pours.
I can't fight this anymore.
This depression, this pain,
There's so much lost but nothing gained.
This anger, this fear
Keeps getting worse each year.
I'm so alone, so broken.
My heart's shut down and can't be reopened.
I wish someone could see.
I wish someone would fight,
Fight for me and my sanity
So I might have the chance to be all right.
But that will never be.
It'll forever and always be me,
Me and no one else
Left alone to dance with the devil.
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:icondespicableme1:DespicableMe1 11 9
Literature
A Curse For Someone You Hate
* Have the person you want to curse in mind. Use a photo if it helps.
*Contemplate on your anger and the wrongdoings the person has done to you.
*Light a black candle and angrily speak the words, "I call on you gods of wrath, listen to my hate-filled plea. Bring your rage to (individual's name) life and curse him/her full of misery."
*Imagine the person burning. If you have a photo, burn the image in the flame of the black candle.
*Chant, "As I say, may it be done," three times.
*Extinguish the candle.
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Literature
A Spell For Blessing Your Tools
* Gather your tools in front of you. Make sure you're sitting where the moonlight can shine onto you and your tools. (Sometimes performing this spell outside is a better option.)
* Pick each tool up individually and hold it against your heart, saying, "Gods and goddesses of the night, lend me your power. Lend me your might. Help my abilities expand and grow so that one day the world will know the things I can do with the tools of my trade. Please keep to the pact you and I now have made."
* Shine your tools with a soft, white cloth and leave them to bathe in moonlight overnight.
*Immediately get in bed and contemplate your dreams and the tools you've blessed to help achieve those dreams as you drift off to sleep.
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Literature
Falling
I used to dream of flying,
Of soaring in the sky,
But lately, I've found myself only falling.
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Literature
A Healing Spell for Someone You Care About
* Hold an amethyst in your non-dominant hand and outstretch your dominant hand toward the person in     need of healing. If the person allows it, place your hand on them for increased effect, particularly on the area afflicted. (For mental afflictions, place your hand on their head, for loss of love, place your hand on their heart and so on.)
* Speak the words, "Gods and goddesses of the night, take away (person's name) strife. Heal them with my guiding light so their future may be bright."
* Imagine that a healing light is passing from your dominant hand to the individual. If it helps you, light a green candle and have the person hold it close to them.
* When you feel the process is complete, remove/lower your hand and immediately shine your amethyst with a soft white cloth. Let it bathe in moonlight overnight. If you lit a candle, blow it out once the process is complete.
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Literature
Just a Little Jest
I wanted to take a moment
To speak out in my truth
Before I lose my sanity,
Before I lose my youth.
I want the world to know
About some things I've seen,
The weird and isolated,
The crazy and obscene.
Some call it Devil's work.
Some call it witches' magic.
Some think it's quite insane,
And others rather tragic.
A drop of blood right here,
An ancient verse over there,
Some script of ancient power,
The thickening of air.
Am I summoning demons,
Or angel warnings perhaps?
I think that I'd be lying
If there were no mishaps.
I've said I've had my reasons,
But it's pure curiosity.
I think it's knowledge that releases you,
Not the truth that sets you free.
I've come to them for answers.
I've come to them for gain.
I've come to them for admiration.
The deal's always the same.
Though to me, it's quite funny,
Though they wouldn't think so.
They're giving all these answers,
Without knowing I've already sold my soul.
But that's not my problem.
I've already been damned.
Whichever being claims it
Is
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Literature
Ugly: Grell x Reader
       You yawn and stretch your limbs as you awake to the lovely smell of Earl Grey tea. With a wide grin, you leap out of bed and change into your maid outfit. You step outside your bedroom as Sebastian walks by you to Master Ciel’s bedroom. “Good morning, Sebastian,” you greet with a smile. “Leave any behind for me?”
       He chuckles softly, pausing momentarily to answer your question. “I brewed enough for an extra cup, per usual.” I clap gleefully and begin to head to the kitchen. “I would hurry, if I were you. Bard was eyeing the pot particularly longingly this morning.”
       You growl playfully and begin to sprint downstairs. “Paws off of my tea, soldier! It’s mine!”
       You’ve been a maid at the Funtomhive manor for a little over a year. With every other servant being utterly incompetent, aside from Sebastian, of cou
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Literature
Pitiful Humanity
I'm finding humans to be pitiful and cheap.
We either steal or are stolen from.
In many ways, we're worse than even demons.
Lowly, hateful, arrogant, spiteful,
As if we don't take enough from the world,
We have to rob each other as well.
They say the world is full of pain and suffering,
But we're the bloody fools to cause it.
Right or wrong, it doesn't matter.
The best of us aren't really any different from the worst.
We still have the same basic functions in life.
Some just have the money and the fancy titles to be "important."
But in reality, we're all the same.
We're all liars and thieves.
We steal believe in such intangible concepts as love and hope.
There is no love. There is no hope.
There's nothing for us but our hate and despair.
But that's what we're best at, isn't it?
Scum of the earth, we are.
It makes you wonder why we were created in the first place.
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Don't Trust Me :iconglitteringstars:GlitteringStars 3 2
Literature
O
Don't cut, okay?
I care about you,
And I worry that you may
Slip away.
The shadows are
Growing,
But don't be afraid, for I
Am by your side,
You're the only one
Who knows me so deeply,
And I promise I'll never
Leave.
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the backbone of your razor.
and last night i found
corroded limestone and l e f t o v e r cigarettes
buried in the depths of your humane flesh
they're not coming out
they're not coming out
(well they never wanted to)
and all they ever wished is to burn
in your veins like    h a l e y ' s     comet
and pour petroleum
in your worn out soul
instead you s p l i t your skin open
with your dust coated cabinet razor
and asked yourself so many times
am i happy
am i happy
am i happy
(no you're not)
3 am and you heard something
thought it was the demons in your head
but truth be told
it was you all along
someone buried fossils within you
might be god might be her
and it's somewhere within your wrists
for the whole time it was meant to be there
but you had to pick it up
and cry all over again
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:iconstarrymayflower:starrymayflower 41 18
Literature
Interchangable Psyche
Heaven was satisfied with occupancy
So he lit the forbidden candle under negligent eyes
Unaware of the chill of midnight growing through his veins
Colors were left outside the boundary lines
Only to be filled in with cement and raven feathers
He could no longer feel the purity of golden flares
And innocence’s wings were stripped from his soul
He was left to saunter outside his own body while his skeleton grew vacuous
The sun to him was dipped in black wax
And hell fire grew to melt sin within skin
Lusted away by conformity’s true nature
His cleanse could only come from carved crosses on his dusty rib cage
But he had already desired to acquire the madness for massacres
Because starkness suited him better
He no longer could breathe above so he dove down to chemical smoke
And merely glided on glass hearts until heaven’s own lamb danced with demons
Such irony
Pin pointed hostages of the cranium flew freely
And he found sound euphoria in stabbing the past
Since when had se
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Life Is Pain
By natural law
Or chaos manifest
The good die young
It's common sense
Tyranny of majority
Author of the story
Of martyred hope
Death painful slow
Born of the dying
Innocence is multiplying
Just fast enough to stay
Only to quickly decay
The drowning man
Will always drag down
The helping hand
Just as it must help
Give and take
Take to give
Nothing's free
Not even to live
No good or evil
Just push and pull
Because one exists
The other must also
Be thankful who you are
Cog in the machine
Be thankful you work
Toward the greater nothing
For existence is suffering
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Literature
The Meaning of Suicide (Remastered)
The days lived in sorrow
All compound at this time
With mercy at its end
Does life seem sublime
You trudge on a living
And in tears do you walk
As your time now counts down
On the hour of Death's Clock
Your patience has run out
And so your efforts to strive
For you no longer search
For reasons to keep alive
Because the heart has been shattered
And with nothing does it heal
As emotions run rampant
As the being starts to keel
The pain is too much
And the future seems bleak
For you to carry forward
With your body so weak
And in pain you exist
As your doom is to start
For the unholy are so hungry
To tear your soul right apart
No longer do you cling
Onto Hope and sweet repose
As blood drips from arms
From cuts never closed
The pain now mounts further
And even further do you grieve
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Hey guys! Just wanted to pop in and let you all know that no, I'm not dead, and no, I haven't disappeared. Unfortunately, I still haven't been able to purchase internet for my apartment so I only have the data on my phone. And while my data is unlimited, I don't get a very good connection in my complex so I can't really do much uploading. BUT I do still check notifications and what not so if anyone needs to contact me, you can. It just might be a little while before I can do much uploading. I'll try to get something up this weekend, maybe some coloring or a sketch. I admit, I haven't done much writing lately, but I have been doing other things here and there. So expect something soon! K, love you all!
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You really thought it would be so easy, didn't you.
That you could murder freely without consequence.
You thought you could get away with everything.
You never once thought there could be obstacles.
Well I've got something to tell you, bud.
You've got another thing coming.
I watched and stood by without action,
But now, I can't afford not to care anymore.
You took away everything I still cared to live for.
You killed everyone, everything, with no regards to the rules.
So let me explain something to you, kid.
Here's where your little game ends.
It's a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing, flowers are blooming.
On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.
You won't get by me, i'll put an end to this.
All of your fun, it ends now.
Today is judgment day.
And I. Am. The Reaper.
ReaperTale
So here's a little Sans monologue like I'd imagine you might here during a geno playthrough. And yes, I realize this isn't the story I said I was working on, but it's still in progress, I promise!
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     Heyo guys! Been a while, I know. Of course, this isn't the first time that's happened. I'd apologize, but after doing that so many times already, I feel it's lost its touch. So I'm in a bit of a dilemma. But I'll get to that shortly. 
     So as many of you have noticed, I'm sure, my posting had been incredibly lacking. Allow me to explain why. As most of you are aware, the majority of my writing, i.e. poetry, is primarily on the dark, depressing, borderline concerning side of the realm. That is because for many years, writing was an outlet for me. I grew up dealing with a lot of depression, anxiety, and for a while, suicidal thoughts and tendencies. Writing was one of the main ways I dealt with how I felt (or sometimes, the lack of feeling) regardless of whether or not what I wrote had anything to do with a current situation. Point is, that's how I dealt with a lot of things. How I tried to, anyway. But over the last year (there about) a lot of things have changed. I moved out of my parents' house. I have my own apartment. I have a full-time job. I'm able to pay all of my bills and still have money left over for things I want to do. I have a wonderful dog and four fish. For the first time in my life, I'm happy... I've accomplished so much, fought through so much, obtained so much of what I've spent years dreaming about. I'm not depressed. My anxiety is at an all time low. I don't even take medication anymore. I don't need to. For the first time, I feel normal. I feel human. And it's great! But... Because of this, my writing has hit rock bottom. I no longer have my "inspiraton" because in truth, my misery was all I had. It was all I knew. I have no inspiration anymore, no drive. 
     So here's where you guys come in. I'm going to let all of you, and I know there are a ton of you, decide the gate of this page. I could continue on with poetry. It'll be a different genre most of the time. I could experiment with different themes, categories, play around and see what works. I could switch to a different type of writing. More short stories, maybe finish some of the chaptered works piled up on my computer and in journals. I could try some other types of art. Maybe give a hand at photography or improve my sketching skills. And lastly... If you will it, or if no one says anything... I will let this page essentially die. I'll comment, respond, favorite, and post on the rare occasion that I actually find something to write. But otherwise... It'll be like this page no longer exists. 
     So! I'll leave it up to all of you! Friends, strangers, it doesn't matter! All of you get to decide what I do. I eagerly a await your response (or lack there of). I'll post my decision in a week. See you all then! 
  • Listening to: My dog playing
  • Reading: The comment section
  • Watching: Markiplier
  • Playing: Undertale
  • Eating: The souls of the innocent
  • Drinking: Orphan tears
The natural world of nature seeks not for power.
It waits not for great rulers or of men to lead the human race.
It fights for nothing, dies for no cause, murders not one being.
The natural world seeks an existence of peace.
It grows in calm serenity and a graceful beauty that no creature can create.
The joy the natural world offers comes not from the mind of man.
It cannot be built or imagined, written of or painted.
The true joy of the natural world is what you feel.
It's what you feel when you sit by a cozy fire with a good book and your pet.
It's what you feel when you hike in the woods and find yourself in a place of beauty indescribable with words.
It's what you feel when nature surrounds you and you can simply be.
The joy of the natural world comes not from humans.
It is not something that can be recreated by the minds of men.
The joy of the natural world comes from existing, simply existing, and the content felt in being able to do so.
I've tried to fight this feeling,
To make it go away.
I've tried to stay determined
To make it through the day.
But nothing I do helps me.
I find I'm still depressed.
I feel so tired always
Even with hours of rest.
I find I rarely hunger.
I eat to pass the time.
I wish I could be happy.
Is that really such a crime?
I thought that I once could be,
That I could be like the rest of you.
I thought that I found someone,
But then he declared us through.
I don't know what happened.
Did I do something wrong?
I thought that we were perfect.
To end things just feels wrong.
I know that there was difference,
That we had little time
To share with one another.
But to me, that was all right.
I could have waited for you,
Only seen you once a year.
I'd talk when you could manage.
But that wasn't enough, I fear.
You tossed me to that pavement.
Without another look.
You said you didn't want to drag things out,
That you were letting me off the hook.
But that's not what you wanted.
Please, oh can't you see?
Or maybe here's the truth:
You never wanted me.
What He Wanted
Going through a tough breakup. Not really coping well.
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     Heyo guys! Been a while, I know. Of course, this isn't the first time that's happened. I'd apologize, but after doing that so many times already, I feel it's lost its touch. So I'm in a bit of a dilemma. But I'll get to that shortly. 
     So as many of you have noticed, I'm sure, my posting had been incredibly lacking. Allow me to explain why. As most of you are aware, the majority of my writing, i.e. poetry, is primarily on the dark, depressing, borderline concerning side of the realm. That is because for many years, writing was an outlet for me. I grew up dealing with a lot of depression, anxiety, and for a while, suicidal thoughts and tendencies. Writing was one of the main ways I dealt with how I felt (or sometimes, the lack of feeling) regardless of whether or not what I wrote had anything to do with a current situation. Point is, that's how I dealt with a lot of things. How I tried to, anyway. But over the last year (there about) a lot of things have changed. I moved out of my parents' house. I have my own apartment. I have a full-time job. I'm able to pay all of my bills and still have money left over for things I want to do. I have a wonderful dog and four fish. For the first time in my life, I'm happy... I've accomplished so much, fought through so much, obtained so much of what I've spent years dreaming about. I'm not depressed. My anxiety is at an all time low. I don't even take medication anymore. I don't need to. For the first time, I feel normal. I feel human. And it's great! But... Because of this, my writing has hit rock bottom. I no longer have my "inspiraton" because in truth, my misery was all I had. It was all I knew. I have no inspiration anymore, no drive. 
     So here's where you guys come in. I'm going to let all of you, and I know there are a ton of you, decide the gate of this page. I could continue on with poetry. It'll be a different genre most of the time. I could experiment with different themes, categories, play around and see what works. I could switch to a different type of writing. More short stories, maybe finish some of the chaptered works piled up on my computer and in journals. I could try some other types of art. Maybe give a hand at photography or improve my sketching skills. And lastly... If you will it, or if no one says anything... I will let this page essentially die. I'll comment, respond, favorite, and post on the rare occasion that I actually find something to write. But otherwise... It'll be like this page no longer exists. 
     So! I'll leave it up to all of you! Friends, strangers, it doesn't matter! All of you get to decide what I do. I eagerly a await your response (or lack there of). I'll post my decision in a week. See you all then! 
  • Listening to: My dog playing
  • Reading: The comment section
  • Watching: Markiplier
  • Playing: Undertale
  • Eating: The souls of the innocent
  • Drinking: Orphan tears

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