Hmm.. not as many "happy" poems as I thought..
Layered Thoughts
I will never be ready.
Will I?
I don’t understand my thoughts,
Don’t know what to think.
Her thoughts are confusing,
Tangles and jumbles.
It’s… so, so many layers.
Never-ending cyclic layers.
“Help me…”
Who? Who will help you, confused one?
No one, not even your mind.
No one can… make this any easier.
I must persevere and… wait.
Just… wait and… let the
This one was long-overdue...
Or at least.. I've been wanting to make it for quite some time.
Note: "不満" does not translate to "Human," I was doing wordplay... Try figuring it out, if you want.
(In)Humanity
Why is humanity so... inhumane?
Why do you hate each other, yourselves, your home?
Why do you just care, irrationally, for... intangible and imaginary numbers?
Why have so much, when you need so little?
When you deserve much less?
It's
Yeah...
Uncertain Epitome
What do I know?
Everything.
What do I understand?
Nothing.
What do I know... about myself?
Too much, too little.
What do I know... that's real?
Don't know, how can I?
What am I just... stamping upon my soul?
What am I simply... parroting back?
Am I really... anything?
Or just a shifting blank-slate, no real self?
I can write, but is it me?
Is it overcoming the doubts—the delays,
Or am
I think my brain had a BSoD this night.
Finally Done
It’s finally over,
I did it.
Through the pain,
The agony,
The hell known as life.
I have no words now,
Aside those telling me to sleep.
Sorry, I think most of what I wrote are poems and stuff. Yeah.
- Meeeoowww
Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a bit. If you didn't know, I was (and maybe still am?) taking a break from the Shard. I'll be posting what I wrote though.
Dancing Through the Night
Dancing through the darkness,
Free, unbound.
Walking slowly,
Enjoying the breeze,
Away from the sound,
Soaking in the peace.
I get what I crave,
And though it’s not enough,
It’s the best I can do,
And it’s wonderful,
Beautiful, too.
- M
Well I have another entry for you here on my journey to internet privacy, though this one will focus a bit more on security. As this is also the basics, I think it's something that everyone should know. Therefore it is the only time in this blog where I will ask you to share this information with everyone. The more people who know the better.
Factors of Authentication
The number one priority both with cybersecurity and privacy is that only the intended individuals have access to certai
I realized I had posted this somewhere else, but not here, so here you go.
*WARNING* Well, I'm not good at poetry, so just be aware of that. Also, I wrote this when I was super frustrated and feeling kinda depressed, so be aware of that as well. *END WARNING*
Do You Know What It’s Like
An attempt at poetry
Do you know what it’s like
To sit alone at lunch every day for three years
Do you know what it’s like
To be lonely, even in a crowd
Do you
*WARNING* I have many warnings to give to you.
1. THIS STORY IS LITERALLY THE FIRST STORY I EVER WROTE, SO IT IS REALLY BAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. The reason I am including these older stories is partly for myself, so I can see how I have improved, and partly so you guys can laugh at the absurdity of my past writing.
2. This is a Wings of Fire fanfiction, so if you have not read those books, they will make no sense. Just saying.
Actually, I guess I only have two warnings to give
So basically, a fortnight ago, I read and watched Andy Weir’s Project Hail Mary.
Due to a rock shaped alien called Rocky’s special characteristics, me and my friend @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren were always conversing in Grace’s highly questionable Eridian to English translator. We would use phrases like Amaze! And What are you doing right now, question? For some joy in our day to day conversation. Me (being very lazy) decided my fingers were getting more sore after typing the added PHM engl
Tsunami
By Lexie Orgill
I was watching cartoons when the first warning came.
I know, I know. It’s silly, a 15 year old girl, curled up on the couch, watching Scooby Doo. I just needed to feel safe, and for me, the safest I can feel is watching something so silly, real life doesn’t feel so scary any more.
My parents were off on one of their fancy vacations. This one was to Hawaii. I didn’t care. Every time I went with them, I just sat in a so-called ‘luxury’ hotel. Te
Dear You (Yes, You, Twelve Months from Now),
I’m writing this from the middle of the "In-Between."
Right now, as I type this, things probably feel a bit like a first rehearsal—the kind where no one knows their lines yet, the blocking is messy, and the set is mostly just blue painter’s tape on a cold floor. You know that feeling. It’s the stage where you have to trust the director’s vision even when you can't see the finished product.
I want to remind you of a few things, just in c
They should have known better. They should have known not to antagonize me. They should have known I would retaliate. They should have known that they were not strong enough to stand against me. They should have known that any attempt to resist was futile, and that it would only make me even more mad. They should have known that with each crazy antic, my hate would have been stoked.
Yes, they should have known better.
But I should have known better than to destroy the world.
-
The nightmare always began with darkness. An all encompassing void that swallowed life.
Then, a flickering, unsteady light that cast looming shadows across the ground.
That was when the man was supposed to run. He knew based on the previous nightmares what they wanted from him, at least at the start. Whenever he tried to fight it, she took control, moving him here and there.
So he ran. Better to run and maintain some sense of control than to place himself in her hands.
He
You are at a carnival, alone.
Loneliness has never bothered you. You have often found you prefer to be by yourself, bot that you dislike people, but more that you enjoy becoming lost in your own thoughts. And, you think, swiping through songs on your playlist and taking a modest sip of a slightly flat cola, a melody and a beverage take that time to another level.
You almost collide with someone as you make your way through the crowds. You were young, once, and you suppose you are sti
The Silence of Night
I want…to be free.
The wind, the night.
The cold, no warmth.
Away from these husks.
Away from the sun.
Alone…with silence.
The silence of night.
I want to walk, run,
Dance, skip,
Sit, lay down,
Taking in the stars,
Feeling fresh breeze,
The clean invigorating breeze,
Purging the filth,
Imbuing the true-and-only joy.
I want to just forget.
Walk the night for hours,
Not go b
?
I stumble in a dance, there are people around me walking, lips moving. Are they talking, I can’t hear them, but oh it’s alright. Where am I, I don’t know, it’s strange. What was I doing, who am I, oh this dance is nice, pleasant, who are these people though?
…
I wake up sweating, heart racing, breathing quickly, why? I’ll just… I’ll just rest some more…
…
I’m a child again, such wonderful times… oh oh nevermind, must have slipped my mind. It’s all… all…
…
I…
So this is kind of documenting my journey down the internet privacy rabbit hole. I'll kind of share what I've learned as I go hoping that others can gain something from it.
First off "Why Privacy?"
Perhaps the reason I hear most often against maximizing online privacy is that you don't need it. This can be summarized in the philosophy of "I'm doing nothing wrong, so I have nothing to hide."
I personally think that most people who fall in this camp don't have the faintest id
Chapter 3
This is fine. Bass thought, as he paced around his room. This has happened before, nothing to worry about. I’ll just go and work for another day then the next morning I’ll be back, and it’ll all be fine. I’ll be back to my life... My ordinary life... Bass sighed, sitting back down on his bed. Well, I can at least make the best of the situation. Another day with Rafiel and the crew doesn’t sound that bad...With a renewed attitude, Bass changed into his uniform and headed to the din
I climbed up the jagged rocky wall with my bare hands–because apparently my survival instincts are dramatic like that. Once I reached the top, I saw that, well…
I was stranded.
Truly splendid.
My first hour into the cosmere and I’ve already achieved the impressive feat of being lost, confused, and perched on a small rock mound like some kind of underprepared mountain hermit.
Surrounded by a red sea.
Wait.
Red sea.
I opened my leather notebook and flipped through the pages. I
EDIT: I just remembered that I should probably start with saying that this has spoilers for The Final Empire
This game was competitive with me (Kelsier), @The WorldHopper Taynix (Vin) and @Emperor Comatose (Marsh).
All of us started going for the Luthadel Rooftops mission track to get as much training as soon as possible. Marsh picked up Balance early on, but only used it like once several turns later. I got Maelstrom and Ruin, which made the other two start to team up against me. Aft
Allowing Rest
She did not allow herself to rest, not yet. She could feel herself getting close to the Answer. She strained, reaching across her bedroom floor—the desk had grown too crowded, sagging under the weight of stacked tomes and hundreds of loose papers—and awkwardly grabbed an unorderly pile of papers, almost toppling a nearby stack of books in the process. She filed through the loose stack of pages—some upside-down, sideways, or folded in half—looking for one in particular. She rea
