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Things I Do When I Feel Down :cThere are times in our lives,
When we hit the all time low.
When the second-hand serenades no longer cut it,
And when simply 'letting it burn' no longer works for us.
We roll upon our beds like a roly-poly collection of rolltastic things;
And we lay face up toward the ceiling, slaying monsters on our portable consoles.
But that my friends is when inspiration strikes!
That is the moment when I rise up from the covers,
When I take a marker pen in my hand and use it as a microphone.
When my neighbours wonder what the bloody hell is going on,
Because I've started singing songs by Nightwish.
And when I get bored of that, IRON SAVIOUR,
Heavy Metal never dies!
Marylin Manson, The Beautiful People.
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Your Guardian Angel.
Because truly when I see you smile,
Though tears may not run down my face,
I would never in this world replace:
The feeling of a success, and the smile it might brings
When I entertain you, with the way I sing.
And if you've gotten
Chenbeard the PirateChapter 1:
I remember waking up, with the distinct metallic taste of blood swilling about my teeth. I spat a red glob of the stuff onto the stone floor and tried very hard, through the pounding of my skull, to determine why I had been left in such a poor state of affairs. Most of my memories had been jumbled up, no doubt by the violence inflicted upon me prior to my arrival. My thoughts were a nonsensical sequence of colors and sounds--most of which made no sense. I could recall several important bits and pieces though: a voice, one that was calling out for me and a warm hand, reaching toward the distance. Was that hand mine? I wondered, as the memory faded away. How exactly had I come to arrive in this place, that alone was food for thought.
My internal rumination however was soon broken by the sound of a rusted metallic gate, screeching it's lungs out as it attempted to open the way. I could not see the whining mechanism, but I could tell that it was defin
Thoughts of YouI wonder how many days I spent dreaming,
Of all the things I could never say.
And just when I'd written it all in a letter.
You showed up smiling in front me.
And all of a sudden, the letter didn't matter anymore... (^_^)
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
Battle ScarsBattle Scars:
Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death
I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone
The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade
Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity his servant and relieve me of this pain...
Yet, my prayers go unheard
Here I lie, slowly fading
slowly drifting into the grey ocean
as the voice that commands me utters my fate:
"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt NOW!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
Without the IndividualWithout the Individual
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
The Legend of ForeverAloneMan"They say that he's a legend, an incredible person far greater than any other!" said the Mage, bubbling with excitement as he described his hero to the Knight. "Would you believe he conquered seven dungeons all on his own?"
The Knight scoffed at his remark, "Ser Mage, I believe you have been lied to. There is no possible way for a man to face even a single dungeon on his own. Hundreds of monsters wait inside, each eager to tear the unwelcome adventurer limb from limb. I have no choice but to believe this tale a far-fetched fantasy. Perhaps one that sprung from your many nights of alcohol abuse."
"M-my drinking habits have nothing to do with this, I'm telling you, he exists! The legendary swordsman who faces dungeons on his own!" The Mage huffed angrily, as he turned away from his companion. He intended to come back with a stronger insult, but his thoughts were interrupted by a brilliant spark of light. And from this spark, like a white rose blooming in a gar
Most Confusing Sentence EverIm not saying were in danger, he said. Im just explicitly not saying that it wouldnt be wise not to worry about whether somebody did or did not do what they said they didnt did. Do. Can I start over?
My hands move.
I push ahead of me.
The lid starts to move.
The nails loosen, and it yields.
I open the portal, to daylight, to freedom.
My cage, my coffin, now opened, I stand.
I climb out from my lonely tomb
Wiping the dirt off of my shoulder
I feel the sun give glorious grace
Rebirth, resurrection, rapturous rising
Destiny Ill meet.
I am dead no longer.
By my heart I live my life anew.
So WhatSo what if I'm different?
So what if i'm weird?
So what if I'm goth?
What does it matter?
Being different is so cool
I'd rather be goth than a popular jerk
So what if I wear all black?
What does it matter?
Rainey: Spark of Insanity 1Rainey: Spark of Insanity
Fate is never as clear-cut as we are led to believe. In the realm of our imagination, good must always prevail over evil. The villains of fiction are never successful, and justice always reigns supreme. That is one of the undeniable truths that we are taught through fiction, and because of this, we grow up with ideas of balance and equality in the world. Ultimately, we are left unprepared for the harsh reality of our own existence.
Our own belief of goodness and happiness send us down the path to failure and destruction. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.
My name is Doctor John Lewis Rainey, and I am a victim of Fate.
I had a dream once, to become a doctor and cure all of the worlds illnesses. My younger sister and I had put our lives into accomplishing this task. We found hope in Iris City, the town where we had planned to become doctors togethe
Heaven's EyesSights that can devour a person whole
Eyes, the gateway to Heaven's soul
When you look into them, you see nothing but an angel's face
So alarming it could send you to that special place
The place where you imagine, discover and dream
Or the place where the monster lurks and you scream
There are some eyes you never will forget
They'll leave you scared and full of regret
Other's will mesmerize you
The power only eyes can do
Love isn't always black and blue
Our actions speak louder than we do
It's not always about the touch we feel
Give it time, wounds will heal
Gentle eyes that kill with kindness
While monster's are left in the blindness
Angel eyes with a precious face
Heaven's gates are open with her grace
Cactus ParadoxI thought you loved cactuses, he said.
I do love them. I think theyre the most gorgeous geometrical arrangement ever created by the god of plants! Theyre perfect. Theyre symmetrical. I wish everyone was as aesthetically pleasing and hardy as a cactus, but if its a cactus from you then I refuse to accept it!
Marietta grabbed the potted copiapoa from his hands (the same one with the darling goldenrod blossoms she had spotted earlier--- he had good taste in spine plants) and slammed the door in his face.
This is a paradox! he called, his voice muffled by the door. Its a paradox, and the universe will regret it! Youll regret it!
A Lesson in TrustTRUST
This story is one deep rooted in trust,
An important tool that we must
Utilize to save our life
While in the darkness and in strife.
Now a boy was asleep deep in the night
When he awoke with such a fright,
To see a monster in the shade
A sudden appearance that it made.
He looked at it and he could see
A form of fearful symmetry,
And as it crept into the light
Its body shaped with vicious might,
It opened it's mouth and said with glee
Come over here and play with me!
No harm will ever come in here,
Only fun and games and wonderful cheer!
The boy looked at him and sat up in bed.
But he thought about it, and he said,
Why should I trust you, I cant see
Any reason I should be
Believing of your wicked lie,
Should I move now, I might die!
No, no, no, the monster said with alarm
Youve got me wrong, I mean no harm!
Happiness I offer you
Harm is not what I like to do!
So trust me now, and leave your bed,
And see your reason, like you sa
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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