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Retarded In LoveMy mind keeps going back to how I cried,
And asked if I could be your bride.
I realize now,
That tears can be strong,
That crying isn't always wrong.
I'm so glad that you said yes,
When I confessed.
What a lovely dame you are,
With your eyes shining like stars,
Even when your hair is a mess,
You still look so well dressed.
I am so at sea,
By the way you mesmerize me.
You are so beautiful,
You may not realize it,
But I see it in every inch,
And every curve of you.
I love you.
Jesus ChristWell, Jesus Christ.
What a pretty face,
And I know you're not of an expensive taste.
I believe we were destined for fate,
I hope you realize I don't see you for the weight,
You seem to so desperately hate.
I'd love you no matter what you did,
As long as you don't rid me of my love for you.
I'd rather not make this cheesy and boring,
But hell, love is like that anyway,
And isn't that what we're supposed to be restoring?
You're the girl I could make a million songs for,
Because you're the one I adore,
I could do it with ease,
As many as I please.
I could sing you a lullaby,
So please don't say goodbye,
And please don't abide,
On the past that had died.
PsyduckWith sharp white teeth,
And glowing eyes,
The child hid,
And began to cry.
Oh don't cry,
He's just a figurement of your imagination,
No need to worry,
No need to fear.
"But his mouth is large,
And he's got an urge,
To pass me through his big black gorge."
Well then my dear,
We'll make him purge,
And spit you up he will.
"But then I'll be all mish-mash."
Oh shush up and stop with your balderdash!
Oh please though,
He'll come get me,
His bright yellow feathers are stained with blood,
And his feet are covered in dried black mud."
She went to sleep despite her plea,
The little girl was right,
And the monster did swallow up poor
Soft Rose BloodI ran my fingers along the grass, plucking out a blade now and then. I sat on the edge of a cliff above the rocky waves of this distant place as I watched the sun set on the horizon against the glistening water. A tear slowly drifted down my cheek from my nearly black eyes as the wind made my long baby blue hair surround my head and shoulders.
Wisps of hair tickled my cheeks and I tried to smile through the tears. It was a hard, unpleasant smile that caused small dimples to appear on my cheeks beside my tears and hair. I pulled the cuffs of my old black skull sweater over my hands and began to wipe restlessly at my own tears. Wanting for them to stop so badly but dreading their end because it only meant that I would have to go back there. Back to the place I choose to spent this endless summer in. Why did I ever think to do so?
The last tear fell on to my sleeve and I sniffled, wiping my wet nose. I stood up slowly, the wind pulling my clothes around me.
"Jessicka?" I heard a voice tha
When Did I FirstWhen did I first meet you?
When did I first begin to care,
And to love you?
When did I first want to be more than friends?
When did I first realized that you--
Were all I wanted at the time?
When did I first become absolutely sure of our love?
When did I first become jealous of everyone else who was near you?
When did I first begin to cry all the tears I had kept in all those years?
When did I first start to lose who I once was?
When did I first take down my walls for ones like you--
Ones that made me smile and laugh and I knew who cared?
When did I first begin to lose you?
When did I first start to hurt myself because crying was no longer enough?
When did I first stop eating properly?
When did I first begin filling every moment of my life with song lyrics?
When did I first begin to place songs and items with memories that both hurt so badly,
And are so wonderful?
When did I first start to realize that I no longer cared what happened to me?
When did I first start hurting like this?
Don't.Don't point that gun in my face unless you're going to shoot.
Don't take that blade to my wrist unless you plan on cutting.
Don't leave your razors open and freely about because I might just use them.
Don't show me where the fire is because I might begin to burn.
Don't let me cry too much or you may end up drowning.
Don't let me cut too much or you might ending up bleeding.
Don't lock me away because I'll only get worse.
Don't leave me out in the open or I might become insane.
Don't ask me how I am when you know that I'm just going to lie.
Don't assure me of something when you aren't even going to try.
Don't leave me with those pills because you might return to a mess.
Don't leave me with that lighter because you might return to ashes.
Don't let me drive myself insane here on my own.
Don't let my dark si
Sick AddictionSurround my limbs in poison needles,
Pushing neon colors into my veins.
Agony mixed with bursts of masochistic pleasure.
I will never stop,
I will never quit,
My addiction is a thick lust-
Thick like honey that trickles down onto your lips.
My eyes flash with shades of color ten times brighter-
Than that of the ones being injected into me.
Speckles of color flood my vision.
I am blinded by my own will.
I'm addicted to this sin.
This lust I've found within.
I will never leave this place,
This place of comfort that I am in.
I'm not quite sure where I began.
I only know that I started young,
But once you start it's hard to stop.
I don't think I'll ever stop.
These toxic colors,
These feeling of euphoria that flash through me,
I'm not done,
I'm never done.
Not Really SmilingI'm sorry for the confusion,
I'm sorry for the pain.
I'm sorry for all the mistakes-
That I have ever made.
I wish that I was falling-
To this very day.
And everytime I feel as though I'm dying-
It's the best feeling I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
And you may find it hard to take.
That everytime I'm crying,
I feel as though I'm finally awake.
I'm sorry for the trouble,
I'm sorry for my mistakes.
I'm just a stupid bitch,
And I'll pay the price for everything.
I'm sorry I'm not worth it,
I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you.
Everytime you're sad,
And everytime you're hurt.
I wish that it was me,
Because then I could pay the price for all the shit I've done.
I'm sorry for everything,
I swear to god it's true.
I don't know how much more I have to tell you-
That I'm not really smiling.
Renew MeTurn over all our tables,
Start us all anew,
Replenish our bodies,
Bring us all to the light.
Let us see the bad that we have done,
Let us flush it all away,
Let us grasp the concept that others say we-
Are 'too young'
To understand anyway.
I'm cleaning myself out,
Another year to start myself over,
I'm finding who I really am,
Now that my self war has been over.
The memories have faded,
The pain is gone,
I have numbed the pain,
Of all that has been lost.
I'm cleaning out all my profiles,
Getting rid of the things I no longer enjoy,
And keeping the old,
That I find some joy in.
I've actually started to find myself,
Who I really am,
What I am like,
What I like.
Parable of the LanternThere were once two men seeking wisdom under the tutelage of an ancient master. He brought them into a dark room. In the center were two metal lamps, each containing a flickering flame.
"Grip your lamp by the base, endure the heat, and gaze into the flame," instructed the master. "If your faith wavers and you look away, or your strength fails and you let go, even for an instant, you will be lost. You will never be wise. But gaze at the flame and, if you prevail, you will know truth."
And the master left them.
The two men gripped their lamps, and gazed into the light. Soon the lamps grew hot from the fire within, and began to burn their hands.
One man let go and stood up. "Aha!" cried the faithful man, as he continued to grip his lantern. "You have shown yourself too weak to become wise."
"Who is wise, the one who holds fire, or the one who lets go?"
The faithless man's eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw that
Bottles and Demons“So tell us, where does this deep penchant for ‘pocket sized’ tales of horror and violence come from?” the reporter inquired, pen poised and ready.
Her interviewee, a local musician about travel cross-country on her first tour smiled candidly. Her gaze was thoughtful, even amused at her female counterpart’s question. But of course, her fans, always eager and enchanted by her eerie songs filled with pain and madness centering on ‘them’.
She looked down at the sleek electric piece lying across her lap. She thumbed over the strings absentmindedly, keeping the reporter on the edge of her seat with unhealthy anticipation. Finally the songstress looked up as if the eureka moment finally came to her.
“I think I got it,” the musician spoke in her cordial tone. “Writing songs for me is like bottling monsters. When I perform I let them out.
Then it’s a matter of whether or not they fit back in the bottle, or if more monster
The Wrong Side of the RailingMy palms were sweating.
Funny, right? How I’d pondered for days and years over questions that were forming the world, yet, when it all came down to the very bottom of all things, my world was reduced to my sweating palms.
But it was like that, living this life, wasn’t it?
No matter if we searched for the existence of god or the all-solving raison d’être we humans wanted to know so badly, in the end, what kept us in this world was the need to scratch our arms or something equally dull.
And now, that I finally made my decision to end the life of this human that I was, my palms were sweating as I clutched the metal in my hands.
Standing on the wrong side of the railing, my mind was limiting itself to things that should be pointless.
I closed my eyes and let the wind ruin the hairstyle I’d spent hours on. It seemed trivial, I knew that very well, but was it too much to ask that I wanted to be pretty, at least on the last day I lived on this planet? I’d ev
Soaked Stars [More Doomsday? Of course] The final day was partly cloudy with an 80% chance of rain.
The umbrella-clad crowd swarmed around me. People going about their melancholic lives.
I was the girl who wasn't holding anything. The girl who was out of place.
At first, I wondered- like any other person- why me? Why was I given these memories?
Somehow, I knew.
The crowd opened up their umbrellas in unison. People going about their uniform lives.
I was the girl who stood still. I was the girl who stood in the rain.
A girl who was once another in uniform. Just a black and white shape wandering the world.
Once the same- I'd lived. I'd loved.
That all changed. I was handed the truth. I died.
The crowd thinned. No one was there to watch as an eery smile spread across the girl's face.
Her hair, littered with human ideals, colored with forgotten d
Bubble BubbleAutumn, Year 754 of the New Age
Oakfern, The Warren
Falasnornia, Vawter (NPC)
“Vawter, give me those onion stalks."
As soon as the stag passed the pungent herbs her way, a sleek blade of water sliced them and they fell into the small bubbling crater in the floor. Their scent rose with the steam and Falasnornia wrinkled her nose as she turned to the patient receiving them.
Ah the joys of rut; making poultices for those insane enough to throw themselves at death's door for a doe's hind quarters. Fala suspected she would never understand a stag's mad desire for the fairer sex, though fair her gender was.
She checked the steaming concoction of melting honey and onion juices before gently lulling a glob of it toward the injured stag. His shoulder was sliced open, and although not at all deep; infection could set in quickly without a poultice and a wrapping to keep it clean. Infections sprung up from much less and in shorter time frames.
A Lost Sense of Humour“This...isn’t me.”
He shook his head, ruby red eyes filled with a deep lost confusion staring back at him, “This can’t be me when it just feels so...wrong.”
The pained stare disappeared as Carbon shut his eyes, reaching his feet quickly from his slouched position over the water. Even this sacred place seemed pointless to him. This ever calm flowing river where he spent many an afternoon when relaxation was needed. Even this home away from home had become just another place he passed by on his daily route. He turned his troubled expression over to the footpath before him, his lids half opened and half interested.
He had these moments. Times where he felt low. Unaccomplished. Defeated. But this bout hadn’t shown any signs of wavering any time soon, lasting far longer than its predecessors. It felt like an eternity had passed by him now, this horrid feeling within him growing to crippling proportions.
When had his joy left him, his blank mind pers
A story of two friendsOnce upon a time, everyone was happy. They would all go around in there happy little lives, and do their happy little things and be happy. But one day, the happiness left. Everyone randomly decided to start being negative. Everything was bad, and negative and to be honest a bit shitty. What caused this sudden change. Why did everything turn sour. And all of these negative attitudes started to clash. People would start arguing about the pointless petty frivolities of life. And as time passed it only got worse. The skies darkened. The weather turned cold. All hope for a positive future or anything just left.
Then a miracle happened. Out of the blue came two close friends, who had a dream. A dream to bring back the happiness. And so they got to work. Starting with nothing they literally started talking, and making jokes. One of them created an impression of another person, and it stuck. And little by little these two friends became more famous. And as they became larger, and started doing
The Moon Comes CryingWinter, Year 755
Oakfern, The Warren
Falasnornia, NPCs Esmene and Ulula
"Stay away!" Falasnornia caterwauled over her shoulder, wild mane catching the light of the glowing moss as she raced through the tunnels. The echoes of her hoof beats chased her through the caves as a hollow plunking sound akin to rain drops. She occasionally sent up splashes when she crossed through puddles, covering a few unfortunate burrowing owls with water.
The small doe burst into sobs. She was too unhappy to care though- she needed the outlet after the day she had.
Coming to a split in the cavern, Falasnornia veered right, into the tunnel of teeth. Alternating in a braid-like pattern, the doe wove in and out of rows upon rows of stalagmites. When she was younger, she thought it amazing how many caves stood long abandoned by the Oakferns, as if they might not exist at all. It was so surreal, running through the watery blackness with only the glowing moss to light the way.
Societies PhilosophySocieties Philosophy
Short Story by: Michaela Seabrooke
We look at ourselves in the mirror, seeing nothing but a pretty face and empty eyes. Eyes that appear to have no passion in the walls of societies demands. Once we enter the real world we are filled with passion, and a yearning for creative freedom. She walks through the halls and does not make eye contact, because the moment she does people looks away because all they see is emptiness and the darker part of life they choose not to see. They hide behind fabrications and fictions of what they long to be in this world only to see that the world is not sugar coated, you cannot get everything handed to you. You cannot just stand by and wait for things to happen. You have to at least try. If you fail, then you fail simple as that. But, if you fail multiple times and begin to feel like you cannot do anything right. People tell you that you are stupid and do not have a passion in this world. Don't listen, just block them out the same way
.Pool of Knowledge.I find myself tied to a small rope that's just about to break while I float upside-down above a pool of knowledge.
I cry into the pool as I attempt to reach for it, wanting the knowledge so badly, not all of it, no.
I could never swallow up all the knowledge in such a large pool.
But I just wish that, even for a second, I would be able to suck in more than the small droplets that the wind blows up towards me.
I feel worthless, like I don't know anything worth shit.
There are ones higher up on their ropes, true, that are getting even less droplets, but still.
They are mostly younger, and their rope will be lowered in time.
But there are others, some even my age, that are lower than me.
They can reach and suck in as much knowledge as they can before it evaporates right in their hands.
Then there are all-powerful ones.
Ones who freely drink from this pool.
But some of them are too greedy and puke it
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