The Work Day you came into work today, it stung as if you had just hurt me yesterday, not many years ago. "why don't you go kill yourself; - go die like your cousin."that simple message may have ruined me forever.and I'd done well not to think of you once you left. and today, how I longed to kick and scream and ask you why you broke me. but.to let you know you had so much power over me, exploiting one of my many weaknesses, the freshest of the wounds I'd dug. I spent years forgetting, busying myself with others that would sadly follow in your footsteps:
Mutilated DollPretty grinning doll, up on her shelf,When the moon comes she speaks to herself.With wonderful dresses, black, blue or red,Silky blonde hair, stiches on her head.One eyeball is missing, but she sheds no tear,From traces of blood, her wan skin is clear.She thinks of the time, not so far away,When she was the children's dearest toy to play.Yet now she's alone, smiling as she ponders,If she will get to see the world's many wonders.From the top of her pier, made of rags and tatters,She eyes as her limbs falls, and her mind scatters.Petticoats hiding the hands with which she fiddles,Cords falling from her shoulder she oft
True Love~~ True Love ~~If to live is to loveand to love is to live,then do we love because we liveor do we live because we love?Does anyone really knowwhat it feels like to love?Or do we say we loveto justify that we live?Could it be that we livejust to prove the existence of love?Because if this is true,why do we hate so much?To achieve peace in our worldwe start reckless warsthat cause thousands of people to die,yet we blindly live onIs it our minds that are corruptedto make us believe that hatred could obtain tranquility?Or could it be that way we live?Maybe even the way we love?So many questionsthat may
lionsIn my chest there lives a beast. Lionlike, of black and white.he is chained behind rods of iron.In his eyes gleam weird cities tinged with gold. Teeth and claws drip with paint, bright colors, gold and silver. Mouth roars melting, thundering music.These things that when he smells and hears it pains him, yearning for the outside world rips at his heart and he longs to be free to protect his master from the cold hard steel grip of that demon, Logic.Day and night he tears at the prison; howls for freedom.
Project: Kudamono 1Another confession. Another stupid boy trying to waste my time. Another idiot.I yawned rudely as Juntarou poured out his heart and soul to me; about the six months he had watched me from afar, how he finally worked up the nerve to tell me all these things, and how he hoped that I would receive him as I had in his fantasies. As much as I wanted to laugh in his face, I held my tongue. My restraint surprised even me; I was a cruel woman, after all"I don't see you in that light, Juntarou. Maybe someone else?"Laughs and "I told you so!'s" filtered throughout the room as I turned away from Juntarou."Under a minute! That's a new record!" one
Fleeing....Flee and Shoo sat in the back room of the bar, Shoo sitting to the left of Flee. Both were silent, unmoving. An iPod sat on Flee's leg, hooked up to speakers. Both of them sang along to the song if they knew the words, though still not moving, or laughing. All emotions were gone…all but sadness. Soon, a familiar song came on. The whole room seemed to grow darker as the song started"I find the map and draw a straight lineOver rivers, farms, and state linesThe distance from 'A' to where you'd beIt's only finger-lengths that I seeI touch the place where I'd find your faceMy finger in creases of distant dark places..."Lights sh
That's meThat's me.I'm the girl without a coat.The one who wears snow boots, no matter what the weather?That's me.No one seems to see that I like the cold better then the warmth.That the snow and rain can bring more joy then the sun.That's me, the lunatic.I'm the girl who wears her oversized purple earphones around her neck during class.The one who always can answer questions?That's me.No one seems to care that I feel lonely when the seven that are my close friends aren't there.That being silent and smart was how I was, before I met them.That's me, the brainiac.I'm the girl who plays the viola, worries constantly, and tries t
New Times, Old FeelingsNew Times, Old FeelingsHe hasn't felt this cold in ages, it is a familiar feeling as he walks, with a not that frozen smile; he is walking into his hometown, a place, literally, frozen in time. Winter is practically the only season there is on here, strangely enough, he finds it heartwarming. An illusionist that keeps playing roses that never die, and with a pocket without a watch; sadness is his company on each of his travels, but this time, oh this time is a special one, because he is here to unbury his past, the story of how he became the Sad Illusionist.As he enters into the alley he knows already that he was not the only one that cha
Prentiss's return8 months after Prentiss's death,The team had changed a lot since a painful death of Emily PrentissHotchner was more lenient with the membersMorgan wasn't a thrilled when they had solved the caseReid got quieter and no longer went off talking about the case at handRossi never felt the same after not helping Prentiss out,Seaver requested a transfer soon after Prentiss's deathPenelope never used the playful banterBut a new team member was coming in the replace Seaver due they never felt right replacing Prentiss.Today it's the first day of the new team member named Sarah Thompson was coming in today.Knock knock went the door a
ProlougeLink grimaced and held his sword upright, despite his growing fatigue. The monsters just kept coming and coming, no matter what he tried, not even if he used his magic or his various weapons. The ice encrusted the entire field, making it slippery for him but not for the assorted monsters and creatures that had been sent to kill him. Of course he could never have it easy. That was proven.With a yell, Link preformed a spin attack, slicing the Moblins to bits and nearly choking on the black dust that exploded from them as they died. The black dirt got into his eyes and made them water, so he could not see the Darknut that had crept up from beh
les momentsEn réalité, la vie n'est rien d'autre qu'un enchainement complexe et méticuleux de moments. Un chapelet de jours, de mois, d'années assemblés d'une main de maître pour qu'ils semblent être liés entre eux.Un mélange parfois mal équilibré entre les bons moments, ces moments de joie sans feinte, de pur bonheur et d'insouciance parfaite, et les mauvais moments, ceux que l'on voudrait enfermer dans une boite que l'on ouvrirait quelques dix, quinze ans plus tard afin de s'en débarrasser dans un immense feu de joie.Mais tout l'équilibre de ce rouage repose sur les moments "entre-de
Remember the StarsSometimes,When my last sliver of sanity is slipping away,I just lay back and gaze at stars,I acknowledge their beauty,and the vastness of our universe,and it takes my breath away.It seems to go on forever,and have no end.It makes me and my problems,seem so small.I am just one tiny grain of sand,on the enormous beach of life.If I were to die,life would go on.It never stops to mourn,it keeps going and never stops.So when life seems to become too much,just remember that it will pass,and things will get better.When you don`t think you can take anymore,just take a minute to stop,and Remember the Stars.
Mixed Feelings.Enveloped in sorrow.Covered in pain.Lost in thought, for I am not sane.Confused about my choices.Torn of all my will.I have lost most,yet my depression is still.Enthralled in joy.Bathed in a smile.I haven't been like this,in a long while.Sure of my choices.with a strong will.I have everything I want.And i'm happy still.Smothered in madness.Drowned in rage.I am constricted forever,in my lonely cage.Disgusted with my choices, yelling with my will,to get me out of this hole,so my anger be stillClothed in his arms.Swimming in pleasure.Free of worry.With him forever?Pleased with my choices,
Shades of Night: Chapter 1 The wind howled bleakly through the mountains, filling the frigid air with whirling flakes of snow and ice. Even in this world of unending winter the weather seemed particularly chill. Those few people who weren't already in cover of some kind hurried across the snow covered ground in search of shelter that was safe from the cold. The humans closed their doors and windows tightly, huddling near their fires to keep warm. The mages stood within their Towers, protected by huge walls and thick windows, watching the weather and pitying those who were forced to stand guard upon the border. Deren stood on one of
One and OnlyI find it unfair,She gets to taste those lips,When I'm only left to image,Your touch,Your smell,Your whispers,In my ears,The way you looked at her,Make me green with jealousy,I can't bear to think,Of the way you felt for her,And how you'll never feel that way for me,It's so unfair,How see gets the final word,She got the last dance,She broke your heart,Once, twice, thrice,But you've not realised,How I'm much better,My lips sweeter,My smell like sugar,Hers like lemon,My touch softer,My whispers endearing,We're made for each other,Grafted from the same stone,Please just have me,Keep me, store
Dark Heritage - Chapter 1When I opened my eyes on the 18th day of February, I saw the ceiling of my bedroom. I knew that if I slightly turned my head I would see the lightning-shaped crack in my bedroom ceiling. When I would push away the blankets and got out of my bed, the fifth floorboard, counting from the wall, would squeak, same way it had for the past 4 years. I rubbed the sleep dust – as my dad and I called it – out of my eyes and checked my alarm clock. 7:23 AM. I had overslept, as always. As you can see there were little surprises in my life. Every day was the same. Had been, for the last 1 and a half years. Getting
Ticking Time BombShe watched as they marched into the distance. She should have been with them. Merdan was. Now that she carried his child, though, it was impossible. How selfish would it be to go into battle while another life grew inside her?Semal still wished she were with the army, though. At least there she would feel as if she were making a difference. The fighting was desperate; every soldier was needed. If nothing changed soon, there would be no time for raising children.It was as if there were one of those contraptions that the humans used to measure time hanging in front of her, making her aware of every second with its infernal ticking. There
Chapter 4: A Life well Spent I paced up and down the hospital, and wondered if pacing was contagious. First Caspar, then Em and now me. Maybe it was contagious, maybe this whole day was his fault! I should have kicked him out, I mean seriously, what is it with clients and not telling me things anymore? I need to know this stuff so I can save their ass's and they think if they leave out little bits of information I can do it? The hospital lights made my eyes hurt, they were that weird color of white and blue, and they flickered. Why were hospitals so gloomy and white? I mean why not paint it pink, or yellow but not white. Didn't white mean death in some Asia
Beat Me Black and BlueThey were here again. Rivan had to force himself to sit straight and not curl into the fetal position when he heard the footsteps. They wanted him to show fear, so he must not. That was what his mind said, anyway; his emotions shrieked exactly the opposite.The heavy cell door creaked open, and Rivan could feel the slight heat of the torch that one of the men carried. He was almost glad for the blindfold; the light would have hurt after so long in the dark. They lifted him and half dragged him down the corridor. The rough treatment almost didn't hurt his arms this time; Rivan's unhealed ankles scraping against the rough floor drowned them ou
UpliftedSing to the music,Sing it nowI'm feeling uplifted,So don't let me downThe sun in the sky sings to meAs I go so far...And,Run to the beat,Pounding of the drumsI can't be stopped,I'm comin, undoneandThe swaying trees whisper thatI'm gonna go far...If life is supposed to be mundaneAnd boringI'm probably breaking the rulesI want to write my story,When the sun comes out and I feel it on my faceI know I'm so lucky to be a memberOf this human raceSo,Sway to the voicesSinging everywhereI'm light as a feather,I'm walking on air,Because I know, I knowI'm gonna go far.
Online MiseryOnline MiseryHyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I jus
God Saved MeLaying here in the dark with tears falling down my face. No one here to help me find my way back to the light. Am I dead or am I hiding in my depressed heart so no one can find me? Does anyone know that I am hiding here...will they come and look for me? Wait I see a bright light walking toward me. Who is it? Is it God or is it the guy I have been dreaming of? His skin is so beautiful and soft. He gives out his hand and tells me that this darkhole of depression is not for me. I take his hand, he picks me up, and he cradles me in his arms. I asked for his name and how he found me. He told me his name was Archangel Micheal and God told him to co
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