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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.
AfterAs everyone knows, all good things must come to an end. It is the way of the unending circle of life. This life cycle was no different on this day than any other. On this crisp September morning, morning, a maple tree stood tall, silent, and sturdy, providing shade to anyone who happened to sit underneath. It was quiet in the park, the children had played their daily during the summer were away at school, learning multiplication, spelling, and other such things that one learns in the new school year.
Yes, the park was utterly quiet, aside from the conversing birds, the robin couple arguing with the wrens about who made which nest.
The only other considerable sound was the terrible screaming. Screaming of who, you ask? Not who, but what.
The maple tree-which we previously mentioned- being a deciduous tree, had suddenly lost its grip on one of its hundreds of energy factories—or leaves, if you prefer. This certain leave had known for weeks that its unavoidable death was comin
Tines for the studentsYou were in class when the teacher hands every one a human she said you can do what ever u want with the human but no killing them so what we'll you do with your human girl/boy
Shrunken at a gymYou got shrunk at a women's/ men's gym what we'll u do
Anything can happen 18+ is allowed if wanted
Taxi Grave yard the Horizons vistor
In the weak hours of dawn I faintly hear the annoying rasping of excitingly droning knocks on my taxis glass window. Being woken up on a constant basis by this shit really gives me abnormal hours of sleep equaling… these kids give me a headache. I get up out from the pile of books, and the crunched state I was sleeping in. In the back of my taxi I put my hand to my head to regain my senses looking over I crank down the window. Peering out I see a gaggle of teenage dracobuse’s I’m twenty-one man but these guys make it seem like I’m a grandpa! I ask em
“What” and one of them a young girl with long light pink hair, purple pleated mini skirt, and developing wings comes running close to the window
“Hey Logen! There’s a gang of incubuses across the fence!” She says gasping for air “Their playing bomb ball and kicking it into the fence and climbing on it they told us to buzz off ” I look up surprised
Winter WonderlandI disapprovingly look out over the desolate white expanse. The brutally cold winter had reduced it to almost nothing. The flowers, grass, and plants that used to flourish in the spring and summer had been reduced to dry, brown masses in the fall that are now fully concealed by a large blanket of snow.
I inhale the crisp breeze that plays with the short, chestnut locks of my hair. It seems to wake up my senses as I trudge through the powder. I take a second glance. This time, instead of whitewashed nothingness, I see magnificence. The sparkling, crystal beauty of the scene is awe-inspiring. The way the colorless light reflects off of the shining icicles is almost like prisms, casting long rainbows along the drifts. The tall pine trees in the glade are covered in minute icy formations that extend into breath-taking masterpieces of frost.
I continue to walk through, feeling somewhat guilty of spoiling the picture perfect site. I smile to myself as I think that just moments ago, if I had n
TeacherI don't prefer to go by a name. "Teacher" does fine enough.
One day, I had a pupil ask me a most interesting question.
"Teacher, teacher! Who should I fear more: my enemies, or my friends?"
I had not an answer to him for a period of time. When I came back the next week, my answer was prepared.
"Both. A friend can betray your trust, while an enemy has no restraint to you. There is, however, a fine line between friendship and hatred. The line is sometimes smudged--so the real question is, who are your friends? And who aren't?"
UntitledThe games explosion of the 2000 era, a short film about the rise of indie gaming:
(We see a studio apartment with three people on computers. One is a young black man in his early twenties taking a puff from a
herbal cigarette. In the computer next to him is his friend, a young man around the same age who is caucasian sipping some chai tea. The last is a man in his mis 20s, he's wearing a t-shirt of a punk rock band and is drawing some sketches on paper)
James: So are you like, done with the stuff yet, we have to get this out for the company by seven.
Gaspar: Alrighty then. Just let me do a few finishing touches *Gaspar adds some beautiful blue and red skies*
Blake: I'm still wondering why we're doing this for Ybihard, i mean they're going to fuck up everything anyways.
(James swivels around in his chair)
James: For christ sakes, give the company some credit, they made a few good games.
Blake: *coughs* that one game where you can turn back time then die again. I'd like to see some other
I Promise You'll Be FineI walk by the shop and i see the doll on display. I smile sadly to myself as i remember it. Memories rush into my head as i silently cry when i walk away. The doll meant everything to me.
I remember when i was furious beyond words but i directed it all towards you. Truth is that i was never mad at you. It was always at myself, but i wouldn't admit it to you. I had too much pride to admit that i was wrong, but you always still smiled at me. It bothered me so much. I don't even know why.
I looked back at you everytime i finished yelling at you and that smile was still on your face. At one point i snapped and stabbed it as much as i could. I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't take it anymore. I left you feeling betrayed as i gave you away to the lady at the store. She stitched you back up and now you're on display there.
I purposely hurt you as rude as it sounds. I wanted you to know that there are people in ths world that are cruel and ruthless. I didn't want you treating them the 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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