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My mind
As I sit in class
My mind begins to wander
Going to places that are much fonder
But as I sit longer my mind begins to ponder
More serious topics arise
My mind is like an ocean, in which I am drowning
My thoughts are like a rope, in which I am bound
My mind is a maze, in which I am lost
My mind is dark and I cannot see
Take a look; I wonder how scared you'll be
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Be a pen
If you are a pen, you write beautiful stories that'll never get old
If you are a pen, use your ink to be bold
If you are a pen, don't ever regret not having an eraser
Because the words you write will always be greater than a pencil who constantly erases its thoughts
Who constantly doubts if its writings are good enough
Be a pen who is brave and bold
Be a pen writing stories never before told
The one everyone will talk about
Be yourself because you are loved inside and out
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Color
This place is so monotone
I long for a world I don't yet know
It's filled with they say is called color
but you can't see it until you meet your lover
Your soulmate they said
Now thoughts run through my head
It's been a while and he's still not found
Will he ever come around?
Wait, who's that over there?
I find it hard not to stare
I sneak a glance
even though there's no chance
His eyes meet mine
and it doesn't take much time
till the world starts changing
Almost like someone is painting
I see vibrant colors everywere
Then I see him standing there
"What took you so long?" he says to me
I smile as tears run down my cheeks
Now I see in color
and it's better sharing it with another
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The Moon
The moon, although it lacks in color, most certainly outshines all the others
Its beauty rare
Its complextion fair
It maybe small and a little scarred
But its heart is left uncharred
It braves through thick and thin
With love and care from all its friends
The stars support it with all their might: helping their friend get through the night
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[OPEN|YCH 178] You...think I'm pretty? by SeraphicMayin [OPEN|YCH 178] You...think I'm pretty? :iconseraphicmayin:SeraphicMayin 59 11 September reference sheets by Kibbitzer September reference sheets :iconkibbitzer:Kibbitzer 2,204 23
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how to catch his heart. kuroo tetsurou
kuroo tetsurou x reader
notes: lotsa pick up lines
As time passes, the cafe is the color of morning orange, the sounds of jazz pouring out of the open doors along with the smell of coffee. There are pictures of antiquity hanging on the walls, flower vases on counter tops and white marbled tiles. Somehow, these things remind you of the day your mother gave you your favorite food when you were in the slumps, the taste still lingering in your tongue and the comfort of home intact in your heart. As much as you want to inhale the fresh air wrapped in this humble abode hidden within such a scornful city, you couldn't. 
Not when Bokuto and a friend of his are sitting with you.
Today is one of those unexpected days wherein you finally agreed to go on a blind date with Bokuto's 'wingman' as he would like to call it. You've been stressed with school work lately that he's trying to help you out. While you were thankful that he's concerned about you, you forgot that his wingman is, of course,
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Sorry, wrong person! [Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader] 2/2
"Do it, [f/n]-chan!"
You rolled your eyes at your best friend's voice and sighed, running straight to the basket and scoring, albeit with trembling hands.
You were never the sports's girl, in fact you hated it. P.E had to be your worst subject and you had to force yourself through it every time, thinking about how you could call in sick and just watch your classmates from the bench. It wouldn't be fair to your grade though, so you had to endure it.
Your best friend was the exact opposite: she loved P.E and P.E loved her. She had the best grades and every single game was her time to shine, so she would always try to motivate you and keep you on her team to make sure you tried your best. It had never worked and you were almost sure it never would, the bunch of laziness you were.
Still, you couldn't ignore how happy she was when you scored and smiled back at her.
"[f/n]-chan, that was so good! I think we finally found something that suits you: basketball's your thing!"
"Nah, I don't think
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Green Eyes
There never were (and will never be) enough hearts in the world for Sabrina Parrish.
Kingdoms rose and fell at her whim – at least, that’s how I saw it. She could pull my heart from my chest, light that fucker on fire, and shove it right back in. I would not complain.
So, when I learned that I would be the lucky one tutoring the actual Sabrina Parrish (a girl so popular that I thought I had a chance of exactly zero of ever getting more than a second in her presence), my first thought was something along the lines of: How can someone this perfect be failing anything?
Apparently even people who seem to completely have their shit together can still fail at high school chemistry.
During our first session, I somehow summoned an approximation of courage and asked her, “What do you think you’re struggling with the most?”
She nibbled on her pencil while she just looked at me. It took her about a minute to answer – I know because I was counting. She fi
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[OPEN|YCH 164] The Unknown by SeraphicMayin [OPEN|YCH 164] The Unknown :iconseraphicmayin:SeraphicMayin 79 7
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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader - Sweet on the Inside
Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi.
i. appreciation
"Hey, excuse me?" your voice caused Midoriya to turn, and upon making eye contact you asked, "Your pastries and cakes.. they're all made fresh here right?"
Midoriya nods eagerly, and he smiled, "Our pâtissier makes it every morning."
Is that so? The smile on your face makes Midoriya curious, and you responded, "I see. Please let them know their pastries are absolutely divine."
Your eyes twinkled with unadulterated adoration and Midoriya couldn't say no to that request. Not like he was going to. As he made his way to the kitchen in the back, without any hesitation he softly announced, "Kacchan, someone really likes your pastries!"
"Shut up, Deku." Bakugou i
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Magnetic
Absolutely irresistible, dear, how we connect.
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he cried because no one cried for him
I found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands. 
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
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Soul of a Writer
I see a blank page, and I feel a spark inside my heart. The spark ignites my mind, raising its ever-glowing embers to a slowly building flame. The cold white blankness of the page angers me.
Wasted potential, that's what it is. Any space of white could be used. I stare into its emptiness and my mind begins to turn its gears. My hand itches for a pen.
I am a writer and my soul is fire. This page shall feel my flame.
I need to bring heat to the paper and that is what the words are. Hot. The black ink smolders on the white of the paper. The words charge from my mind, down my arm and on to the page.
They are the army of my soul, warriors of fire and ink. They enforce my will upon the cold of the paper; bringing the stories in my mind to life on the page, and the more ink on the page, the more fire for my mind. The warriors of words fight back the emptiness, charging into it and slashing away with flaming swords lighting the page aflame.
It is a soul-powered machine, constructing my linguis
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Birds
The birds are watching me.  They stared at me when I left my house, so I went back inside.  They watched me through the windows, so I bolted the curtains shut.  Now they are listening to how my lungs expand and deflate through the cracks and peepholes in the walls and the foundation.  They're trying to tell me something.  I think they want to kill me.
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They sing now.  The sparrows, the blue jays, the finches, and the cardinals.  They sing me a quiet lullaby as I lie in my bed at night.  Or maybe they're mocking me.  Calling me a coward.  A failure.  My mother always liked birds.  As a child I always thought she spoke to them in a way they understood.  
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The mail came today.  Normally I would let it sit outside my door and erode and rot in the weather, but something felt different.  The birds were silent.  No nursery rhymes or a-Capella jazz was bleeding through the walls.  No mocking.  No spies.
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Message Undeliverable
I am the goddess of the Sticky Note.
I long thrived on all of the words humanity would generously pour into me. I feasted on their cursive, their block letters, their chicken scratch. Penmanship came in many flavors – each one a fresh treat, each one an act of devotion. Each message as unique as the human hand that scrawled it in their haste.
People never seemed to feel that they had enough time. But I had all of time to enjoy their scribblings.
Messages to themselves. Messages to each other. Messages meant for the void. So many fleeting moments I enjoyed along with my loyal followers – soaking in their ink and their graphite and their adorably-named permanent markers.
Then the laptops came. The cellphones. The tablets.
My source of worship dried up. Why bother with paper? Digital would not crumple. It would not be destroyed in the wash, forgotten in some back pocket. It would not end up at the bottom of some messenger bag, smeared and torn.
One by one I lost them. Oh, the
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As I sit in class
My mind begins to wander
Going to places that are much fonder
But as I sit longer my mind begins to ponder
More serious topics arise
My mind is like an ocean, in which I am drowning
My thoughts are like a rope, in which I am bound
My mind is a maze, in which I am lost
My mind is dark and I cannot see
Take a look; I wonder how scared you'll be
My mind
I got bored in class and this happened Shrug 
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If you are a pen, you write beautiful stories that'll never get old
If you are a pen, use your ink to be bold
If you are a pen, don't ever regret not having an eraser
Because the words you write will always be greater than a pencil who constantly erases its thoughts
Who constantly doubts if its writings are good enough
Be a pen who is brave and bold
Be a pen writing stories never before told
The one everyone will talk about
Be yourself because you are loved inside and out
Be a pen
I wrote a poem!~
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This place is so monotone
I long for a world I don't yet know
It's filled with they say is called color
but you can't see it until you meet your lover
Your soulmate they said
Now thoughts run through my head
It's been a while and he's still not found
Will he ever come around?
Wait, who's that over there?
I find it hard not to stare
I sneak a glance
even though there's no chance
His eyes meet mine
and it doesn't take much time
till the world starts changing
Almost like someone is painting
I see vibrant colors everywere
Then I see him standing there
"What took you so long?" he says to me
I smile as tears run down my cheeks
Now I see in color
and it's better sharing it with another
Color
Boom, poem! There are so many soulmate au's that involve color and I love them. Half of me wishes the world was really like that but the other half wouldn't be able to take it because I couldn't stand seeing no color Sad dummy 
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The moon, although it lacks in color, most certainly outshines all the others
Its beauty rare
Its complextion fair
It maybe small and a little scarred
But its heart is left uncharred
It braves through thick and thin
With love and care from all its friends
The stars support it with all their might: helping their friend get through the night
The Moon
I wrote this because I love the moon.. well I can't really explain it
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I have moved my fanfics to my quotev, which is where I will continue to publish if/when I write more. I will no longer post fanfics on my deviantart. The link to my quotev is here.
I have moved my fanfics to my quotev, which is where I will continue to publish if/when I write more. I will no longer post fanfics on my deviantart. The link to my quotev is here.

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