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There are four lobes in the brain. The frontal, parietal, temporal, and occipital lobe.
The frontal lobe is where higher level of cognition is stored. Reasoning and motor skills also take place in the frontal lobe.
A chair squeaked. Her eyes narrowed to see a man sit next to her.
"Hello." He smiled at her.
She stared at him.
"Hi...? Can I help you?"
His smile didn't waver. "I see you here often. Almost everyday actually. With the same textbooks." He tapped the top of the pile. " Intro to Psychology, Intro to Sociology and World Mythology. That's a lot of work for a tiny girl." He smirked.
"If that's a compliment it's not a very nice one." She smiled a little.
"And you also always try to get this table in the corner."
"I like my corners thank you very much." She thought for a second. Her smile dissolved. "Are you stalking me?"
"Stalking? Don't flatter yourself. I come here often. I love there coffee don't you? Best coff
Liliums LifeLiliums Life
Lilium is half angel half devil. Her mom is an angel and her dad is a devil. She has an older brother with no name yet. xD Her parents meet each other and fell in love. They both had a child and neither god nor the devil accepted it. Her dad was close friends to the devil and the devil was very upset that he lost a close friend. Both her parents were banish to earth to have there half breed children and to never return to either lands.
Liliums older brother is more angel then demon looking while Lilium is more demon looking then angel. Lilium has long purple hair, one blue eye one purple eye, and very pale skin. She has one white wing and one black wing. Lilium was constantly bullied because of how she looked. And was very head strong growing up. Ku Tian was one of her best friends when she was growing up.
When Lilium became older, she found out the story of her parents and decided to go to hell to visit the devil. It wasn't an easy task but she m
BottlesUgh... everything's so blurry. What's going on? My head hurts. Wasn't I suppose to see someone? Or do something?
Laying on the cold wet ground, Echo ponder as to what she's suppose to do. She look ahead of her, a few feet away from her she saw an old wooden box. It was open with different shapes of bottles inside. They had a mysterious glow to them.
Blinded, Echo tried to see clearly around her. All she saw were the wooden box with the glowing bottles inside.
"Where am I?"
StreakI remembered how the thin crimson line oozed out little streaks of blood. Slithering down my arm making a little red road. Fear crept up before me-also relief came, mixed in my emotions.
Accident"Hello there." said a girls eerie voice. The room was dark except a light aurora around Ivy.
"It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you Ivy ."
"H-how do you know my name?" Ivy responded, voice shaking.
"What a terrible accident." Ignoring Ivy, the voice came from behind. Ivy look back to find a teenage girls figure a few feet away. Very petite and small. Her eyes glow a deep red, as if to strike and kill.
"You almost lost your wings that time. Doesn't really matter since they're shattered and torn to bits." A grin came upon her face.
"And can you believe the girl that did it?" The girl disappeared. Ivy look left and right, shacking.
"It was someone special to you." The girl appeared behind Ivy and whispered into Ivy's ear.
Ivy jumped forward, she spun around keeping her eyes on the mystery girl, to afraid to lose sight of her again.
The girl look at her curiously. "Do you not remember anything? Interesting..."
Lilium appear from above, her wings extended to sh
CheerI'm living my life as if it's the last moment I have.
Who knows, maybe I'll make it.
Maybe I won't.
Taking life for granted.
I just did what made me happy.
Then everything changed.
When I couldn't even be me anymore.
I was someone that I didn't even know who.
I just had to break free.
And it lead me to where I am today.
So Ivy, cheer up. You might have fallen,
but there are always people to lend you a hand to help you get right back up.
Around MeSometimes she stares out of the window, pondering. Sitting in her favorite spot where she can see everything. Anything she wanted.
What happened? she thought.
Raindrops dance along the window, she watched as they trickled down the slick glass.
I remember falling... I tried using my wings but they became numb. When I hit the ground it didn't feel hard, and my wings didn't hurt. But I felt more then the ground. I felt warmth from something... someone.
Ivy rested her head on the cool glass, closing her eyes slowly.
What happen before that? I remember gray clouds, holding onto a hand, and water drops that fell on my face.
Ivy hit her head softly on the glass.
Behind the door, Lilium stood there peaking in at Ivy's confusion. She then walked away, knowing that Ivy will never remember her past.
You Wanted to KnowThe old wooden floor creaked eerie as Lilium walked. Her eyes searching the old, dusty attic. Dim moonlight entered from the lonely, foggy window, ancient boxes piled up on each other. Forgotten furniture collecting dust in every corner of the room.
Lilium searched for one thing.
And she found it.
A child hanged there. Her golden curly locks covered her lifeless face. Her skin porcelain white.
Four middle aged men stood around the lifeless body, proud at what they've done.
"The fortune will be ours!" Exclaimed the dark haired man, his eyes shinnying.
"With her out of the way, they have to give us the land and business."
Expressionless, Lilium started to walk toward the men.
A man with a white mustache noticed her.
"Who the hell are you?"
Alarmed, they looked at her.
Lilium glared at them.
"Sadly, you have to go to hell for your crimes As punishment." Lilium thought for a moment. "Well, it isn't that sad now that I think about it "
"H-how the hell do you know?" One of the m
Where am I?Walking endlessly in a black ink area. No walls. No sky. No ground. Am I falling? Am I flying? It fells like I'm floating.
I lost myself in the confusion.
And now I can't find my way back.
Where did I go?
How did I look like? How did I act?
You want to retrieve something you don't remember?
Faded images of a group of people were all around. Their so happy. Who are they? They look familiar...
You don't remember them?
I didn't want to say.
They were your friends. You forgot about them?
-Kutian and Nightmare
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
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