i'll think of a title when i'm rested and sober by danickname, literature
Literature
i'll think of a title when i'm rested and sober
I'm double-dipping my depression
every night I spend alone.
So I mark it with regression,
and more notches on my phone.
And more grooves on both my arms.
And more cracks in every bone.
Underneath the sass and smarm,
I'm more clay than I am stone.
And I know I should let go,
if I really want to grow.
But that means I'll have to throw
all my memories to the crows.
And I'd rather live with woe,
than forget every love I've lost.
Elmo Santos - Student Application by danickname, literature
Literature
Elmo Santos - Student Application
Name: Guillermo Raphael I. Santos
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Beyblade: Erasmus G
Bitbeast: Erasmus
Blading Element: Fire
Hair: Dark brown, short and unkempt, with bangs that fall to the right
Eyes: Light blue
Skin: Dark
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 75 lbs
Clothing Style: Stuff that you'll usually find at the children's section in any given apartment store. Not that he has much choice in the matter.
Personality: Eager and excitable on the surface, but kind and caring deep down inside, Elmo carries himself with the cheerful, cuddly glee of a friendly young tot. Though this behavior clashes with his actual age, it does line up well with his youthful appearan
Despite being a homeless, wild and dangerously erratic demon, Nabel did not consider himself a bad person. Sure, he was wanted in twelve different villages, and had gravely injured at least six people different people over the last three months, but he didn't think much of it. They were all criminals after all. And to Nabel, it was the right thing to do. It was also the fun thing to do, and he couldn't go wrong with that. Was it brash, impulsive and unnecessarily brutal? Why, yes it was. But Nabel didn't think it was his fault. No, it was society's. He was merely the product of a society that didn't allow allow demons to blow off steam by sta
NOCT2 App - Geoff Phoenix by danickname, literature
Literature
NOCT2 App - Geoff Phoenix
Geoffrey "Geoff" Phoenix (17, M)
--Hometown: Gateon Port, Orre
--Possesses a Mega Ring
An avid adventurer. Geoffrey Phoenix has spent much of his career as a Pokemon trainer travelling across different regions, and occasionally entering his Pokemon into contests and tournaments for fun.
Erratic, maladjusted and (occasionally) delusional are some of the first words that come to mind when describing the vapid, uncharted wasteland that is Geoffrey's psyche. A vile mix of quasi-religious ideals and superstitious tendencies have been drilled so hard into Geoff's head, that the boy's mind seems to function in a very fickle manner.Geoffrey has a ver
i'll think of a title when i'm rested and sober by danickname, literature
Literature
i'll think of a title when i'm rested and sober
I'm double-dipping my depression
every night I spend alone.
So I mark it with regression,
and more notches on my phone.
And more grooves on both my arms.
And more cracks in every bone.
Underneath the sass and smarm,
I'm more clay than I am stone.
And I know I should let go,
if I really want to grow.
But that means I'll have to throw
all my memories to the crows.
And I'd rather live with woe,
than forget every love I've lost.
Elmo Santos - Student Application by danickname, literature
Literature
Elmo Santos - Student Application
Name: Guillermo Raphael I. Santos
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Beyblade: Erasmus G
Bitbeast: Erasmus
Blading Element: Fire
Hair: Dark brown, short and unkempt, with bangs that fall to the right
Eyes: Light blue
Skin: Dark
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 75 lbs
Clothing Style: Stuff that you'll usually find at the children's section in any given apartment store. Not that he has much choice in the matter.
Personality: Eager and excitable on the surface, but kind and caring deep down inside, Elmo carries himself with the cheerful, cuddly glee of a friendly young tot. Though this behavior clashes with his actual age, it does line up well with his youthful appearan
I'm sorry for being strange
For carrying a warped brain
Never could reach your range
Or stop breathing inane
Mind kept its state insane
I guess, I stayed the same
Mistakes piled up and chained
Words pushed my heart to flames
"He's strayed away." I proclaim.
Crack! Our friendship's unmade
'Cause your head's bolted with fame
Your "old friends" have since decayed
You left your old crew like a souther
I can't believe I called you a brother!
I just don't have the fire within me anymore.
Rhetoric's at its end, just when creativity reaches peak.
I'm staring at this page, but every word I write is bleak.
What happened to the times my words shook people to the core?
Could it really be that my mind's just another bore?
Dear dreaded mystique, masked in blank, blurred peeks.
Hear these pleas from a hollowed, shallow geek.
I'd rhyme more, but when my flow shrinks, this heart feels sore.
Should I ignore it and try to act like it's not hopeless?
Maybe I could bang a different drum, and hear a brighter strum.
If it makes it any better, I'd even take a lighter leap.
And stick my pride down m
I just don't have the fire within me anymore.
Rhetoric's at its end, just when creativity reaches peak.
I'm staring at this page, but every word I write is bleak.
What happened to the times my words shook people to the core?
Could it really be that my mind's just another bore?
Dear dreaded mystique, masked in blank, blurred peeks.
Hear these pleas from a hollowed, shallow geek.
I'd rhyme more, but when my flow shrinks, this heart feels sore.
Should I ignore it and try to act like it's not hopeless?
Maybe I could bang a different drum, and hear a brighter strum.
If it makes it any better, I'd even take a lighter leap.
And stick my pride down m