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Fandom Neighborhood. (Poem)What if there was a big city.
No, something smaller. A community.
No, smaller. A neighborhood.
Yes, that seems about right and good.
This neighborhood would contain your fandom.
Let's pick Ninjago, at random.
Your friend would come over every other day,
To play with your LEGOs, and say:
"Hisss!" "Attack!" "Ninjaaa-go!"
You would talk about all the facts you know.
"Remember when Cole echoed 'kick-butt'?"
"Yeah, I laughed so hard I hurt my gut!"
"What do you think about the next season?"
"When it comes to waiting, I see no reason!"
Then when the afternoon came, you would doodle away,
Searching for colors without dismay.
Think you and your friend are the only ones?
Everyone does things like this, even the quiet ones!
But, we all have people we don't like.
Down the street towards you comes a kid on his bike.
Maybe they don't like your art? And say you play wrong.
They brag about how good they sing the theme song.
Your friend fights for you, for you don't know what to say.
The kid eventuall
on geneticsi got my momma's ginger skin
and a tint of her florid hair,
same curves, smile & eyes
all of the superficialities
but none of the superficiality.

from my father,
i feared but side-stepped his
waist, receding hairline,
somehow still got
his calves,
but mostly just
his humour, grit,
and undying inability
to give half a shit.

i am trying to be grateful, i
guess, here's a gold star
for "you tried" and
i'm sorry if this
doesn't end well
for me,

you've always got
my little brother
for second chances.
Hear Me! I go in my room and close the door tightly, so I may not be seen or heard. 
 I need to set my mind at ease, but the voices carry and are heard by my ears. 
They will not stop! I want to hear my own thoughts; but they do not help. 
I ; just stop it I can't even stand you or your bickering any more; you make so that I can't even be thankful for one of my great senses. 
Shut up! Shut the hell up! please take me away from my hell of a home and of my head. 
I will give my ears a melody, and for three minuets and thirty one seconds I will be where I want to be and what I want to hear. 
I want to stay here forever.., only that is how I wish it could be. 
By nora038
Take A StandTerrified,
I use to hide in my room
As your voice shook the house.
Curled away from the sound,
Sobs shaking my figure.
 
Older now,
And still petrified at the thought
Of someone fighting back.
You used my fear
To control my actions.
 
A cloud is being lifted,
Still afraid, but not enough.
I will eventually take a stand
You will not have that kind of power again.
I will not flinch when I rise against.
 
Not yet can I hold my own.
My knees are still to weak.
But my rage and will are growing stronger
After all,
I am my fathers daughter.
SteampunkSteampunk means wearing goggles
Steampunk means wearing gear-rated clothing
Steampunk means being serious
Steampunk means being smart or punk-like
Steampunk means wearing brown and black stuff
Steampunk means wearing gear or metal bracelets, necklaces and rings
Steampunk means doing sometimes war
Steampunk means half or sure blood

For some reason you were a steampunk penguin or human.
DaddyDaddy

You watched
The doctor pass me to you.
Holding me in your arms,
whispering
"no one will ever hurt you"

You watched
Your little girl
Take her first steps
Catching me, lifting me up, holding me close to your heart,
whispering
"no one will ever hurt you"

You watched
Your little girl
Walk into her first day of school.
With pride,
whispering
"No one will ever hurt you."

You watched
Your little girl
Going into middle school.
Proud,
whispering
"No one will ever hurt you."

You watched
With pride
As your little girl passes the finish line,
placing gold.
Whispering
"No one will ever hurt you"

You watched,
Your little girl
Going into
Daddie's little girl.From when she started to crawl you video taped every second.When she took her first steps in the world..you were there.When she said her first words,you were always there every second..Raising three kids at once must've been a hand full...All our complaining about those tiny scratches,you always made us feel better.You were there for every birthday,when I turned 12 though you couldn't give me much I still loved you and mom.When Emma turned 18,you were there to congratulate her into being an adult.When John turned 16,you told him he was a man.You and mom made us all smile and laugh.When your youngest moves out with that boyfriend you never quite approved of,she'll still hug you and tell you she loves you,when she finds a collage and packs her stuff and leaves..she'll call you in the middle of the night just to say goodnight and I love you.When she get's back from collage and her boy friend dumps her,you'll tell her he wasn't good enough for her.You'll find someone else.A few years later
Metaphysical AbuseI'm better at playing your silent self-pity game.
Yell at me.
Mother's punishments were never rational,
because she's digging down.
Trying to find the mutual nuisance that needs to be slain.

Tell them my feelings don't matter.
Slap me.
I'll cover my face,
so the cold sweat doesn't drip in my eyes.

To her surprise,
kick me.
Accidents happen.
Right?
That's why you had me.

Even though it's a joyful thing,
you knew that you would.
And now you know that you should've,
killed me.
Those Whose Life Brought MineAs I look into my father's eyes
and my mother's warm smile,
I can't help but smile myself,
and think of these two

The two whose helping hands
taught me to balance, to walk,
who's bright, kind faces
taught me to smile.

I'm one of the lucky ones,
with a family
stuck together like
peanut butter and jelly.

Sure times get tough,
being a teen,
I get frustrated.
But my family is always there.

No matter what happens,
if I'm injured or
heartbroken,
we all comfort each other.

I work hard to
make those two proud,
I always want them to approve,
and say, "My daughter made the right choices."

I love you, Mom.
I love you, Dad.
And I never, ever,
want
Memories of youthAll memories are ghosts in the past,
Ticking the hands of time away life falls and fast.
Hearts have broken and tears have formed,
Voices were raised and bonds torn.
Yesterday we were children in a playground,
Memories now in the lost and found.
But my dearest brothers in my heart home is safe and sound,
And I will always come running if you need to be found.
Bumps and bruises caused from fights,
Waging a world wars in the middle of the night.
Toys broken in two,
But at the end of the You all had me and I had you.
Different points of view debated till red in the face,
Hours spent in our secret hiding place.
Bonfires and camping out in the dar
Daddy, PleaseDid he forget?
Did he fall asleep?
Why is Daddy three hours late?
I'm all alone with your roommates,
and they keep asking me funny questions.
Daddy, please hurry and get me.
Please.
Why is he wearing long sleeves?
Why is he acting so odd?
Why is Daddy not himself?
I'm confused by your sudden interest in Mom,
and I'm scared as your eyes fill with tears.
Daddy, please stop crying.
Please.
Did he forget his cigarette?
Did he forget his coffee?
Why is Daddy sobbing and shaking like a leaf?
I'm trying so hard to help,
and I'm only making it worse.
Daddy,please tell me what I did wrong.
Please.
Why did he say those things?
Why did he say co
A l'automne, la sorciereToute chose traverse les saisons, et finit avec l'hiver.

À la saison d'amour, naissent les plantes, poussent les feuilles.
Dans une éblouissante symphonie de couleurs, la vie fête son retour.
Les enfants grandissent, explorent et découvrent.
Les sentiments émergent, les passions brûlent et dévorent.

À la saison de Sol, les troncs solides portent les feuilles.
Dans une impressionnante architecture de bois dur, la vie solidifie son amour.
Les jeunes gens nidifient, bâtissent et construisent.
Le bonheur s'installe, la tendresse se partage et la confiance règne.

À la sa
Little BirdSpread thy wings, young one.

Tis time to leave thy nest.

Explore the world around you,

And find thy true purpose.

Go now, my love, and soar,

O'er mountains, valleys, and lakes.

Go spread thy wings, young one.

Spread thy wings and learn to fly.
Father Love Forever!You teach me so much in my life.
How to ride a bike.
How to play sports.
How to work on a vehicle.
How to work with toys.
How to not to a weak person at all, to be strong no matter what.
How to pick the right guy over time, even if you have to put them through your test to see if they are the one for me.

Even if we had we had our hard times in life.
All the fighting.
All the yelling.
All the hateful words.
All the troubles we for each other.

I know I can always trust in you my father.
Your arms held me as a little girl,
Now being a full-grown women you can still hold me in those arms.
I will always be ‘Daddy little girl” no matt
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Bouncy Little Creature.

:iconbl3yond-birthday:

Bouncy little creature,
with stubby little tail,
and energetic personality,
you always put a smile to my face.

You are my best friend,
when I am sad,
you always rid me of my tears.
Your constant, chipper disposition,
reminds me of the joys in life.

Hyper little creature,
you live without a care,
I love it when we play fetch,
even though you never bring the ball back to me,
instead it ends up being a wild goose chase around a tree.

But, regardless,
I love you. <3
:iconbl3yond-birthday:
Hehe, a poem I wrote about my Jack Russell Terrier, Precious <3
2/24/13
:iconspiritedlittlepony:
~SpiritedLittlePony Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hahaha! Aw man! Yeah the sounds a lot like Precious XD
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