Late night musesLate night musesLate night muses by Pinkpeach112
I tend to find that poems
And ideas float to me at night.
They just refuse to let me be
Until the sky grows light.
Even now as I write this poem
It is way past 2 a.m
I cannot sleep until I write it down
So I find the words, and then
The poem writes itself, you see
I just let my pen flow
Across the pages of my tattered notebook
And watch the poem grow.
And for those of you who ask me why
I don't just write during the day,
Well, by then my muses have disappeared
They decided to fly away.
My late night musings bring me joy
As I write down line after line
I'm so happy they decide to float to me
And let me call them mine.
ExpectationsExpectationsExpectations by Pinkpeach112
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
Christmas wishes to the Nuzlocke CommunityEver since I can remember, Christmas for me has always been a magical time of year, and not just because of the presents. Seeing all of the family made me happy, and I have some very fond memories of December 25th.Christmas wishes to the Nuzlocke Community by Pinkpeach112
But this year seems... to have lost it's magic. There are probably a couple of reasons, like my nan dying of cancer earlier in the year, or because I'm currently under stress for my A Level exams and thinking about my future in general. Or maybe it's just because I'm getting older. Christmas is a magical time for kids, and once you hit a certain age it just seems to lose it's magic, and this rings true for me now.
So as I'm scrolling through Tumblr and dA and just the internet in general, I'm left wondering; will I relive all the fond memories of this special time that I cherish so much from when I was a kid? Recently, I've been beginning to think that I wouldn't, but then today I got a notification on dA. I had been mentioned in a writing. Curious, I opened it, and saw that
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“Professor, I'm back!”
Emerald ran into the lab, her arms full of sweet berries. She had been sent on an errand to collect the berries growing in the Oak's back garden as the lab had ran out. However, she did not get an answer to her call.
“Professor?” She called out again, walking into the back room and dropping the berries into their respective buckets. 'Huh, he must have gone out to do some field research...' she concluded, stretching her arms above her head as she walked back to the main lab area.
She was about to open the door again when it suddenly swung open by itself. Emerald stumbled, falling head first into something soft before collapsing on the ground, arms sprawled and head whirling. “Ow...” She mumbled, sitting up and holding her head.
As she gathered her bearings and stood up, Emerald finally realised that she had knocked over and landed on another person, who was currently holding his own head in pain.