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A God of NobilityI have one question to ask you.
What would you want, if you were God?
Say, on a day full of nothing but free time, you created something-... remarkable. Something big; something amazing; something no one has ever seen before. It can do marvelous things, wonderful things. It knows no limits and holds no bounds. Your creation-... is infinite...
it does nothing but look at you.
Your creation, your wonderful invention; it refuses to stop looking at you. This thing, this [i]wonder[/i] you've created, the only action it accepts performing is that of worshiping you. Whatever purpose it had from the beginning, whatever original thing it was supposed to enact, it has long forgotten. It only looks at you. And through this, almost ironically, it asks you what it's supposed to be doing. But it won't do it.
I think, in a way, that is humanity (or religion, whichever your stance may be.) We look to our god, or gods, or some other form of deity, and we worship. We worship, we live by a m
FragileI know that you're broken,
And that your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And that your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
There'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
You think that it's not worth it,
And just want to give in,
So you run the blade down your arm,
Breaking your heavenly skin.
I wish that I could show you,
How much you mean to me,
But you just push me away,
And wallow in your debris.
Why can't you see what I see?
I think that you're amazing,
I love your scars, and your wounds,
And your eyes that are always blazing.
I am giving you my all,
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
That I will ever be flawless, only odd.
I hold a blade to my arm as the former freaks applaud,
My so called success and I go on for the next act.
I will never turn back.
Am just a mistake?So
Am just a mistake?
You thought you couldn't have babies anymore?
And you didn't want anymore?
You say that you've gave up your life to your kids bur no more?
Mom I don't get it
You said I love you
Then make it like my life is turning up side down
I really don't understand you mom
If you don't want me then I'll get rid of my self for you
What Happened?We were once us but now me
You say you care but really you don't
I rather if you don't so that you can drift away like a memory
Now I am alone, walking alone in this cold world
Just move on, there are others that make me happy
So in a way I thank you for leaving
Thanks for making happier but it the days like this that I stop and want to go back
But how to go back when there is nothing there
You left and move on like nothing
Why should I care?
"If I lose you, I don't know what I would do"
I remember I said that and turns out to be true
You walk away, that's all she wrote
Don't just say goodbye when I never wanted to
Too bad that you felt miserable
Its sad one can be happy and the other can be feel not same
Was it the reason why we got into this relationship just to forget who we were chasing before?
Or wasn't that something needed to change with our lives?
I don't know, it happened within a blink of an eye
I didn't try hard enough or you gave up too easily?
Can't change anything that ha
SoapscumSticky spiderwebs decourate our moldy shower walls extravagantly.
With skin so hot,
From heated water:
Pounding down my bare back.
I feel so cold.
Hands shake from lack of sugar in my-
Blue blood stream,
That sometimes leaks,
Razors that make my skin scream in,
Pruny from standing here so long.
Waiting for you-
To come save me.
Feline FatalityEyes sealed shut,
With limbs struggling to-
I feel wetness;
On my nose.
And a tickling sensation-
Upon my twenty newborn toes.
I think I have fur;
And a tail that likes to move
Soon I'll be able to see,
And soon you'll say good bye to me.
I'm eight lives shy-
Of our lifespan's expectancy.
If My Heart Held All My FeelingsIf my heart held all my feelings
I'd tear that thing right out
And smash it on the floor
And stomp it
And crush it
And beat it
And break it
More than it was broken before
Because that damn heart
It doesn't work right
It keeps in all the dark stuff
And it lets go of the light
But without that stupid
Fickle little organ
I'd live free forever
In a sea of relief because
The pain will be gone
And the guilt will be gone
And the fear will be gone
And I wouldn't have a stupid
Fickle little organ
Pumping poison in my bloodstream
Putting poison in my thoughts
I'd be free
Be free forever
Heartless, yes, but free.
Pretty GirlHello, pretty girl.
I wonder what you're thinking about today.
I want to know how long it takes you to do your makeup.
You hardly wear any at all.
Hello, beauty queen.
I've heard you're a little mean.
I've seen the videos, and all the wall posts...
Then again, I can't blame you much for the boasts.
Oh God, how I wonder what it must be like;
To not be shocked when a compliment floats in.
The media tells me that you don't know what you are,
But I just can't see that to be true.
There's no possibility that it could be;
Not with eyes that baby blue.
I've never really loved myself,
But you, oh gorgeous little you,
You've already gone so far...
I still don't understand.
How could a girl like you
Ever feel the way that I do.
Hello, pretty girl.
Hello, grand supreme.
Hello, perfect one.
Why can't you be me?
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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