I cannot help this wall
This wall that blinds others of existence
That may or may not exist itself
But only in the minds of the believers

The darkness surrounds you
Engulfs you
Threatens your very existence
Waiting for you to make that final move
For its final blow
Permanent

They say be strong,
But how can you?
The darkness is a weight put onto your shoulders
Pushing
Shoving
Putting you down.
How can you?

You fight, however.
Fight for the friends in your life,
The family,
The love.
A battle fought by million, billions,
Every day of the world
Everywhere

Some won't win
Some will surrender completely to the darkness
Give in
Embrace it
Love it
But not you
You fight, you battle
And you win.

Believer of Dreams,
Determined Worker, Care-Giver,
Taxi-Rider and Street Skater;
Dusty, *****, noisy,
City that Never Sleeps

They tell me you are irritable, and I believe them, for the crowded streets and distracted people can get out of hand.
They tell me you are rude, and I answer: Yes, you are rude, and never give a care for anyone but yourself, yet I’d never have it any other way.
They tell me you are ignorant, and my reply is: Of course you are, for if you were not, why would things slip out of your sight, whether it is the homeless, starving people you care for, or for the attacks threatened most every day of our existence?

They see only irritability, and they fail to see the shining lights that never go off even in the darkest of nights, only shutting down for the unfortunate black-out that creeps up on you.
To the ones who say you’re rude, I reply: this is the place where the possibilities are endless; where those seeking shelter may rest and get on their feet, and those who wish to be entertained will be entertained.
Those who call out your ignorance have yet to see everything you offer, from jobs to entertainment to the feeling of hope one may get looking upon your gleaming towers, the home to much of the population.

Laughing the dusty, *****, noisy laughter of Youth. Proud to be a Believer of Dreams, Determined Worker, Care-Giver, Taxi-Rider and Street Skater.

O Captain! My Captain
An agent of Time
Set out on a mission,
That went all but fine.
Two years of memories
All down the drain

Two new friends left him
Near as soon as they came
After a battle between Dalek and man
This in a sense,
Was his last stand.
He came, he conquered
He fell, and rose

Abandoned by friends To fend for his own

Back in time he went,
And stuck once again,
Our Captain seemed doomed
To live on his own

The immortal was cocky,
Lived life to its best
Though after a few hundred years,
He'd soon beg for rest.

O Captain! My Captain!
What's brought you dread?
Is it the fact that you went
From human to a head?

He was merely a face.
The Face of Boe, he was called.
His long lived life,
Lived with flaw.

Alas, it seems,
All things come to an end.
And with the Time Lord and companion,
Our Captain was dead.

O Captain, my Captain!
Though plans were never followed through,
We all met you with one line:
"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"

This is the story of a girl

A girl who has expectations that even she can't reach.
A girl who feels more pressure then she probably should.
A girl who fights the tears every day,
Hating to show a weakness.
A girl who comforts her friends,
But never asks for comfort herself.

This girl goes everyday of her life
With a boiling anger inside of her.
Faster and faster until it explodes,
A yelling match happening with anyone who happens to be in her path.
Her tears flow silently as the loneliness consumes her,
Overflowing in the privacy of her room on bad days.

This is the story of a girl.

A girl who tries to stay strong everyday of her life,
Keeping on laughing and smiling
Her acting skills put to the test.
No one notices.
Not one.
No one.

This is the story of a girl.
And this is where it ends.