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Once, I was Shy, Quiet, and MeekOnce, I was shy, quiet, and meek,Once, I was Shy, Quiet, and Meek by ~roboto56
Afraid to even try and speak,
But no more says I, Never again,
Will I keep it inside, like a cooped up hen,
I'm tired of fearing what others might think,
If I talk, walk, or do as I choose,
Tired of being the shadow everyone sees, but not hears,
Tired of cowering at my sadness and fears,
I shall be myself, and do as I choose,
For truly I have nothing to lose,
I am who I am, and that is a fact,
I will be free, and that is my pact,
Tightly I clutch this promise with all my might,
Happily I walk from the shadows and into the light.

The Cry in the NightOn a small island in the middle of the sea, a small cottage cheerfully glowed bright with the soft light of a fire. All around it snow poured from the dark night sky, swirling around to and fro on the currents of the wind. Inside the cottage, a little boy sat curled up by the fireplace, staring at the blaze while his grandpa sat behind him, in a old wooden rocking chair, quietly rocking back and forth. This is how most of their days would go by, living in this quiet atmosphere as time itself ever moved on. The silent air was broken by the little buy who sat up with a yawn. "Grandpa?" he called, The old man opened his eyes and peered down at hThe Cry in the Night by ~roboto56

hinata hyuugaHoping one day that her dream will come true,hinata hyuuga by ~roboto56
It keeps her burning strong day after day,
Never letting doubts or fears keep her down,
Always looking forward and never back,
This is who she is and what she lives by
A girl who dares to dream of knowing love
Her attempts at wooing him never work well
Yet she never gets discouraged, no chance
Until that day when her wish comes true
Until that day when she knows his embrace
Graceful and kind, a women she will be
Always ready to lend a helping hand

conflictmindlessly they siege the port, holding the people prisoner within their homeconflict by ~roboto56
but one day their mighty weapon will sink beneath the cold waves and they'll be at the mercy of the people that they tormented,
i stand here now in the holy grove, where the harvest blooms in full maturity,
reaping natures blessed reward and growing strong,
far away from where their conflict rages on,
ever waiting for when they return our bloody favor
and when that time comes, when they bring their hate filled weapons to attack our shore,
i for one will be waiting, ready to take a stand
even though we did start this, i for one shall not be made a victim of m