Some acrostic poems for y'all to enjoy.

Don't think too deeply about the acrostic messages.

Seriously.

Trigger Warning: Don't read if any of the following are triggers for you:1. Depression

2. Self-Harm

3. Suicide

4. Mental Disorders

5. Anything at all

A poem I randomly came up with. Enjoy!

Random philosphical things I'll post here in Icelandic. Have fun, non-Icelandic people! Mwahahahahahaha!

Give me items of faith for any religion you want (Christianity [Of any kind], Taoism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Greek, Roman, Norse, Celtic, Mayan, Incan, Aztec, Shinto, Zoroastrianism, Judaism, Islam [Of any kind], Satanism, Sikhism, Jainism, Shamanism, Bahá'í Faith, Confucianism, Rastafarianism, Sufism, Druze, Wicca, Juche, Raelism, Scientology, Hare Krishna, Unitarian Universalism, Spiritism, Druidism, Animism, Falun Gong, Eckankar, Cao Dai, New Age religions, various Native American, African, and Aborigine religions, Tengrism, Nativism [Taiwan], Sumerian, Assyrian, Babylonian, Mandaenism, Yazidism, Manichaeism, Gnosticism, Mithraism, Dodekatheism, Rodnovery, Dravidian Folk Religion, Ayyavazhi, Vodou [Voodoo], Santeria, Luciferianism [Distinct from Satanism], et cetera, et cetera), and I'll tell you it's origin, in etymology and in purpose. If it's related to a particular deity, I'll tell you what I can find about it.

I'm gonna start with the inverted cross.

Obviously, keep in mind, this will be religious commentary. If you have negative relationships with any of these, do not read those sections. I will list the item and the religion in the title of each chapter. Thank you.

A poem about equality

One in the dark

Two in the time

Three in the mirror

Four in the veil

Five on the wall

Six in the bedroom

Seven in me

What is real? What is not? Are you real? Am I? What is existence?

Well, don't worry, because I'm not answering any of those questions, I'm just asking more questions.

Love.

Are you?

Basically, a blog for jokes, fears, and random facts. I'll list a new one each day that I'm on here.

What you can expect: A joke. I tell a joke, including the punchline. Feel free to use these as you please.

A fear. I will name the fear, and explain what it is the fear of, as well as suggest things to avoid.

A fact. I will put a really random fact at the end.

A little poem for y'all. My creativity has decided to abandon me in my time of need, so I decided to bring back some of my not-online stuff for you guys while my creativity recharges.

To love is to live, if a villain's hand you take.

To love is to die, if a hero's thirst you slake.

To love is to rejoice, if you go with the snake.

To love is to feel pain, if the savior you don't forsake

A rant about the societal double standard. Just a heads-up, I am a feminist, I just also know that men have it just as hard as women, we just don't show it as much, because of society's standards.

Long, long ago... So, like, 20 years ago... After Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria got up and running, parents had a place to send teenagers and kids. But what about little kids? So a daycare was made right next to Freddy's Pizzeria: Itsy Witsy's Playcare. It also had animatronics. These animatronics were based on nursery rhymes: Itsy Bitsy, The Old Man, Jill, and Old MacDonald. However, for some mysterious reason, when night fell, the adults who worked at the daycare would get killed. After several daytime incidents, the daycare was closed. And for three years, those animatronics stayed still. But now, in 1983, three years since the original incidents, it is being opened, in conjunction with the Pizzeria next door. But the daycare isn't the only thing that came back to life. The animatronic have been waiting. And they're starving.

Do I know how to add tags? No. Do I really honestly care? Kinda. Sue me.

Actually, don't, I'm broke. Please. Put the phone down, and just hang up on that lawyer.

Nashira Malfoy. The unsortable Malfoy. She could be the one to bring the houses together, tear them apart...or destroy Hogwarts entirely. When she finds an ancient artifact and the school starts to lose its magic, she, the Marauders, and her best friend Lily Evans must return magic to Hogwarts...or leave it behind forever.

Adracia Cooper has never put much faith behind any religion. Instead, she looks for a logical explanation. She never fails to find one. But when a man with black wings flies down from the heavens, there's no logical explanation.

Icarus is a fallen angel. The only way to regain favor with heaven is to protect a human from the demons. It's easy to deflect Lucas's attempts to turn him into a demon. But can he ignore the sizzling heat between him and Adracia?

No one has gone near the Winters Mansion for years. Everybody in the town knows that it's haunted. But that doesn't stop Primrose Green.  She's a paranormal debunker who has come to this mansion to prove that there is no ghost haunting Winters Mansion. But how is she supposed to do that when strange things keep happening? Especially when the man that's supposedly haunting the mansion keeps showing up in her room...and everywhere else in the mansion.

Alex Winters knew that Primrose was the woman he had wanted in life--and the one that he longed for in death. But with all of the rumors surrounding ghosts, how is he supposed to prove that he loves her? Especially when someone else wants her...for a snack...

Azazel has never had her own body. Each day, she wakes up within a different girl. She has one day to live their life and decide if they are damned to the Underworld or allowed to live in the Otherworld. Her job is rather simple and she enjoys it.

Until she inhabits Emily. Emily is neither good nor evil and Azazel is forced to share her body for two weeks before making her decision. And the Underworld is getting impatient. Death is stopping because Azazel cannot move on.

Now it's up to Emily and Azazel to work together and allow death to continue. But it could mean Emily is stuck as a ghost. Are they willing to risk it?

With love around the corner, Azazel and Emily must quickly solve the problem. Before time runs out.