Anyone can be a hero (Speech) by kirbyfight1, literature
Literature
Anyone can be a hero (Speech)
Bob Riley once said: “Hard times don’t create heroes; it is during hard times when the hero within us is revealed.”
Everyone searching for a hero; people need someone to look up to. The thing is, people forget one important fact sometimes - that we’re all heroes -but I don't blame them; in this world we live in, we the urbanized are surrounded with social media, for better or for worse.
We are spiders. Spiders living on a web spun by voices online, pulling a femme fatale on us, telling us what to be, that our quintessence isn’t their quintessence, that ourselves right now aren’t amazing examples of heroic
Time itself is shamelessly fickle;
much like fortune
it has the undoubting morale to take away
all of which it has mercifully bestowed upon us
yet even worse
it can do so without our consent
Can we really entrust
that our motivation be kindled by the hours
that slips away before we can grasp it?
Does it overpower the passion to follow what you believe?
Do you work with more strain proportionate to the seconds stolen,
or rather, do you work by heart, no matter the hour
lead by your passion?
There’s no more time
for “no more time;"
A passion fought for
may bear fruit after the labour
but only if the passionate live
I can't act on your advice to me;
to "be myself"
can't happen
if you tell me to do so.
Let me speak for a second, please.
To "be myself,"
Shouldn't I do as so myself?
What lis behnd te victim (comprehendable edition) by kirbyfight1, literature
Literature
What lis behnd te victim (comprehendable edition)
(you're in vain, stuggling to stand on your feet)
every day is filled with (bawling)
(Your depression; unforgiving)
(fake, forced) smiles.
Everything seemed (out of the) ordinary,
Countless hours of downtime spent
(in solitude)
(suffering) reminiscent to your
(bloodied) childhood (you're dying to deem as forgotten history).
You were to express yourself (and your thoughts of revenge and suicide)
to the rest of the school,
through the form of a dramatic speech,
that was to captivate all of us.
Suicide was all that resulted
after all the hate and prejudices that rained upon you.
Although there's no turning back now,
your speech taught me somet
What lis udrneth tht victm by kirbyfight1, literature
Literature
What lis udrneth tht victm
Your pain s imensy pwrfl; yr struglng to stand n yr ft
evry day you bwl,
yr deprssion is unfoving
you muster al te fadng hpe you posess
and bet it al
n suriving
but cutin,
and ultiately suicde is inevibly your oly anser.
You,
were my favourite target
because you seemed
to have no reason to fight and defend yourself.
Never again,
will I view the world with my eyes alone;
I can only see but a mere fragment of the picture.
I had to learn the hard way.
As I look down,
I see,
Valiant dawn, coursing through the morning
Wet dewdrops, falling,
the gentle breeze, that tickles my lips
and all of nature,
the birds of the sky,
the fish of the sea
and all things that walk on Earth,
bursting forth in a rapturous melody
joyfully resonating though the dewfall
past winding mountains
past twisting waterfalls
and past parts unknown.
I marvel at the beautiful sight.
I knew That was ours.
Our memories.
I mentally carve that image in my mind,
as I witness
Mild winter sunlight
clothing fresh maroon cedar bark
Embraced in white,
Gold streaks soaring across the delicate fabric.
Laced into complex patterns I ca
I am the director of my own play,
I am the starring role.
I can go anywhere with my own creations,
but offstage and on,
nothing will ever always work out.
Sometimes,
I masquerade as a hero,
but inside I am just a stunt double.
Sometimes,
The pinnacle of my achievements
are lucky to place me second-fiddle, or worse.
And even through all this strife,
the show must go on.
Even if my feats
get me a flurry of vengeful humming
and maybe a tomato or two,
I will still acknowledge,
their opinions and mine.
From the genesis of creation to the grand finale,
It's ok to make mistakes
it's ok to improvise,
to sculpt your own way,
to misplace a line or tw
Anyone can be a hero (Speech) by kirbyfight1, literature
Literature
Anyone can be a hero (Speech)
Bob Riley once said: “Hard times don’t create heroes; it is during hard times when the hero within us is revealed.”
Everyone searching for a hero; people need someone to look up to. The thing is, people forget one important fact sometimes - that we’re all heroes -but I don't blame them; in this world we live in, we the urbanized are surrounded with social media, for better or for worse.
We are spiders. Spiders living on a web spun by voices online, pulling a femme fatale on us, telling us what to be, that our quintessence isn’t their quintessence, that ourselves right now aren’t amazing examples of heroic
Time itself is shamelessly fickle;
much like fortune
it has the undoubting morale to take away
all of which it has mercifully bestowed upon us
yet even worse
it can do so without our consent
Can we really entrust
that our motivation be kindled by the hours
that slips away before we can grasp it?
Does it overpower the passion to follow what you believe?
Do you work with more strain proportionate to the seconds stolen,
or rather, do you work by heart, no matter the hour
lead by your passion?
There’s no more time
for “no more time;"
A passion fought for
may bear fruit after the labour
but only if the passionate live
I can't act on your advice to me;
to "be myself"
can't happen
if you tell me to do so.
Let me speak for a second, please.
To "be myself,"
Shouldn't I do as so myself?
What lis behnd te victim (comprehendable edition) by kirbyfight1, literature
Literature
What lis behnd te victim (comprehendable edition)
(you're in vain, stuggling to stand on your feet)
every day is filled with (bawling)
(Your depression; unforgiving)
(fake, forced) smiles.
Everything seemed (out of the) ordinary,
Countless hours of downtime spent
(in solitude)
(suffering) reminiscent to your
(bloodied) childhood (you're dying to deem as forgotten history).
You were to express yourself (and your thoughts of revenge and suicide)
to the rest of the school,
through the form of a dramatic speech,
that was to captivate all of us.
Suicide was all that resulted
after all the hate and prejudices that rained upon you.
Although there's no turning back now,
your speech taught me somet
What lis udrneth tht victm by kirbyfight1, literature
Literature
What lis udrneth tht victm
Your pain s imensy pwrfl; yr struglng to stand n yr ft
evry day you bwl,
yr deprssion is unfoving
you muster al te fadng hpe you posess
and bet it al
n suriving
but cutin,
and ultiately suicde is inevibly your oly anser.
You,
were my favourite target
because you seemed
to have no reason to fight and defend yourself.
Never again,
will I view the world with my eyes alone;
I can only see but a mere fragment of the picture.
I had to learn the hard way.
As I look down,
I see,
Valiant dawn, coursing through the morning
Wet dewdrops, falling,
the gentle breeze, that tickles my lips
and all of nature,
the birds of the sky,
the fish of the sea
and all things that walk on Earth,
bursting forth in a rapturous melody
joyfully resonating though the dewfall
past winding mountains
past twisting waterfalls
and past parts unknown.
I marvel at the beautiful sight.
I knew That was ours.
Our memories.
I mentally carve that image in my mind,
as I witness
Mild winter sunlight
clothing fresh maroon cedar bark
Embraced in white,
Gold streaks soaring across the delicate fabric.
Laced into complex patterns I ca
I am the director of my own play,
I am the starring role.
I can go anywhere with my own creations,
but offstage and on,
nothing will ever always work out.
Sometimes,
I masquerade as a hero,
but inside I am just a stunt double.
Sometimes,
The pinnacle of my achievements
are lucky to place me second-fiddle, or worse.
And even through all this strife,
the show must go on.
Even if my feats
get me a flurry of vengeful humming
and maybe a tomato or two,
I will still acknowledge,
their opinions and mine.
From the genesis of creation to the grand finale,
It's ok to make mistakes
it's ok to improvise,
to sculpt your own way,
to misplace a line or tw
Everything You've Learned About Writing is a Lie by PinkyMcCoversong, journal
Everything You've Learned About Writing is a Lie
Literature Basics Week
Okay, so maybe not everything. But there's a lot of stuff that I remember learning in middle and high school that turned out to not actually work for me -- or for pretty much anybody -- as a writer. I'm hoping that if I can lay these lies out for you, we cans turn it around and unlearn some of these bad habits. Because, man, nothing says "noob" like practicing some of these frequently-taught faux pas.
Lie #1: Be super duper descriptive!
Wait, wait, I know what you're thinking. Descriptive language is good, right? You want your reader to know what you're talking about, and to be able to see, smell it, hear it, touch i
Depression (in Eight Parts) by tinkertype, literature
Literature
Depression (in Eight Parts)
I.
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
II.
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
"I'm tired."
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
III.
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
without regrets."
IV.
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't l
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Favourite Visual Artist
A lot of people! So many I can't name them all!
Favourite Movies
Latmon, The Karate Kid, and other Martial arts movies
Favourite TV Shows
Not really much
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bruno mars, the "Blazblue" cast, especially Noel and Tsubaki!
Favourite Books
Tons of
Favourite Writers
I have many favourite writers for every different stage of my life.
Favourite Games
Pokemon, Soul Calibur series, SSB series
Favourite Gaming Platform
3DS
Tools of the Trade
What?
Other Interests
Practicing Kuntaw, Doodling (I stink at drawing!), reading.