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Cynicism And Hypocrisy Go Hand In Hand"And they tell me I'm disturbed." I said, sighing as I tried to skiddle away from the cries and yelps that went on from my rackety, old house "One moment they love me, the next moment they're telling me how I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to them." I grunted, taking wide steps away from what was once home "And when they're not slowly pushing me into a suicidal rage, what are they doing?" I pretended to ask myself, though I already knew the answer "Trying to kick each other out of their own bloody house, yelling at each other about how horrible they are..." continuing glumly, I shoved my cold hands into this ridiculous overcoat "Whoever thought our 'perfect little family' would end up like this?" snickering sarcastically, managing to earn creeped-out looks from people on the street, oh joy.
I didn't mind them of course, after all, who were they to judge? It's not like I was any different from every other teenager in the country.
I was just like them, lost, covered in problems a
Sugar Song"Hurry up!" The girl yelled impatiently "They could be back at any minute!"
The boy shook his head and continued tuning his guitar, turning the pegs incredibly slowly in between checking.
"Patience is a virtue Shimi." He said, his eyes staring at his strings "Besides, why do you wanna write this song anyway?" He asked, partly out of curiosity and partly out of stalling for time.
Now it was her turn to stall for time, it wasn't like she had to answer the question. She didn't have to tell this dork about her guy friends. He didn't need to know...
"I'm writing it for someone." she finally replied, color finding its way onto her pale cheeks.
"Aw, that's so sweet." Llewellyn grinned, put the guitar down and started scribbling chords on a piece of paper "So... who's it for?" He asked reluctantly.
Shimi paused for a bit, weighing her options. Thinking of whether or not she was actually going tell him about her guy friends. She then opted to not be specific.
"Just a guy." Her voice started to
Paul Jaime - prologueThey say that your destiny has already been planned out by a greater force. There is absolutely nothing you can do but accept it. No man can fight fate. Fate doesn't care about who you are. It doesn't look at you any differently if you're rich or poor. To fate, every man is the same thing. A toy. A mere plaything who has no will or purpose. Fate doesn't guide man to his destiny. It shoves mans' destiny down his throat. The poor mortals are not given a choice, they are not allowed to carve their own path to their destiny. But rather, they follow fates' instructions unknowingly, cycling through life believing that they makes their own decisions... How wrong they are. They are not free from the whims fate. Every soul is but a slave to a greater power, one that exceeds their own. If only men knew they are but puppets. Maybe they wouldn't fear the unknown, maybe they wouldn't be afraid of falling into the endless bounds of space and time... But than again, maybe the fear that these fools ho
DriftingLet me tell you a story. The screen fades in, you see a boy walking down the road. He's bruised and you can see it on his face. He's unamused. He's staring down the road. Dead serous. His eyes, stone cold,like a venomous snake gawking at it's prey, waiting to strike but it doesn't know if it can wait. Anger's raining down his face. A river of tears just finishes the puzzle...
He knows what he's feeling. It's rage! Hate emanating from the stares he's giving to everyone he passes by. If looks could kill, he'd be a murderer. Bodies dropping. They keep hitting the floor. It would be a massacre. Simple stares, eye contact, turning into daggers. It's that bad, his hate just doesn't want to sit still. His rage is unforgiving. It's destructive, it's an animal.
He can't take it, this hate, he just wants to make it end. It's just unbearable. He knows, that the moment he gets home, he'll be smelling alcohol. Mom will be out again, holding another bottle of gin.
"Hello waiter, another glass please
Lose Yourself To The BreezeOnce upon a deadly night,
I had a dream that filled me with fright.
I talked to the man, in the mirror for awhile,
He replied in strange ways, as if he was old and senile.
And he told me what I shall soon not forget.
One thing that I would remember 'til my death:
"Pull the trigger, take the shot.
There's nothing left, so why not?
A moment of pain, an eternity of rest.
No need to wake up, no room for more pests.
I lie within you, waiting for the end.
I am the part of you, whose will you shall not bend.
Death is the cure and life is a disease...
So, just put it all out, and fold the final crease.
There's nothing else but misery and lies.
No sweet songs, just agonizing cries.
In life, you will despair, like the man on the ledge.
In death, you will rejoice, so come cross the edge.
The gun stalks your mind, waiting for you to break.
The light sails away, like the maleficent snake.
You've seen liars, you've seen thieves.
Just lose yourself now and give in to the breeze..."
I stared at him, w
Lacking LifeI had a dream that I couldn't find.
Filled up in a world full of crime,
In my dream I heard the bells chime,
For the pain you caused has crossed the line.
And now I'm here wondering why I wrote this rhyme...
To be so depressing.
And realizing that fear is what I should be supressing...
Instead of hiding it all in the back of my head.
So now I'm waiting for the demons to crawl into my bed,
And wake me up and toss away Ned,
But cram that, I'm getting nothing instead,
Being starved when I should be fed,
But somehow I'm still alive, when I should be dead.
Right now, I'm running before they cut my head.
You failed me now, I lost the trade,
So now I face the music of the rhythm I made,
But I can't fall, I can't just fade.
And I feel so let down, feel so betrayed,
'cause you left me behind, but still I stayed.
Now I'm feeling so dismayed...
And now I know that you're what I hate,
This ain't fear, this ain't my trait.
It's never too early, but now you're too late,
You never used a calendar, yo
A Tiny Dose of InsanityAnd it's true, that my view on the world as I know it is dark,
But who cares, if I know that I may never hit my mark,
And start a mockery, outta my own apology,
To myself for knowin' nothing else
But the tiny bits of the moon.
Though I know there's a reason why I made this chant
I keep forgetting, why I keep pretending that what I do, won't end up a flop.
Still I know that whenever my bones start to pop, I drop whatever it is I have to stop.
And listen to the waves of reality, and not knowin' about sodalities
And finally figuering out, that my own words twist like a trout
And knowing that I'm losing myself to doubt.
I realize that this rhyme ain't using a structure that's solid,
But you just have to realize that this is meant to be free
And freedom is not thinking about how much of truth is in a lie,
They just realize that even though they cry, bawlin' ain't gonna help them reach the sky.
And though speaking my point of view to the 4th wall, is end soon,
I should've realized that this
Maybe... Perhaps...Maybe ... because our encounters are given as numbered...
Perhaps ... there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...
Maybe... I want to eat you and fill me of you because I don’t know when I will have you again…
Perhaps... where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
Maybe... because there is no map to the place where we go...
Perhaps... because all of your kisses are stolen…
Maybe... Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
Perhaps... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
Maybe ... because you decided to not stay with me...
Perhaps ... I have to resign myself to run away with you...
Maybe... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
Perhaps... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
Maybe ... Suddenly I found
or maybe it actually is.this
a love poem:
this is not about
me and how i hate
the way realism tastes.
this is about you.
this is about how you
are one too many shades arrogant,
how nearly every night you
try to forget that time has
left you behind. this is
about your laugh and the way it
whispers "i can't remember
what i was like before i
became this." and,
if i'm being honest, this is about
how i will never see your too
cocky for your own damn good grin that
makes me go weak in the knees.
this is about you
and how you're not real and how i wish
to god that i wasn't either.
StoryA man on a corner with a dirty look
Telling a story written in no book
A thousand times told in form of a verse
But never to the one he loved the most
A woman on a corner with a gloomy look
Listening to the story written in no book
A thousand times told in form of a verse
Didn’t know the woman she was loved the most
A cat on a corner with a cunning look
Listening to the story written in no book
A thousand times told in form of a verse
It was the time of the day it loved the most
A stone on a corner with a cold look
Waiting for the man to finish his book
A thousand years passed and no one cared
For the rock on the corner or the story of the man
She + She"I like how our feminine gazes cross, from dawn till twilight
This honeyed voice of her, every time
She says she's deeply fond of me. Mellifluous sounds.
The way we roll up in the green watered grass, innocently
Our burning hands melt under our youth's sun beams.
After years of wandering, I'm conviced
I finally found how I should live.
Her arm around my pleased waist."
said Laura, with an indelible grin on her chubby face.
"I especially liked our fortunate meeting
I remember everything, every purple clouds among morning mist
Sprites sowed seeds of love on my path.
When I saw her, one word bolted in my stunned mind,
This stunning aura of her, just left me speechless
Spring butterflies in my stomach,
Each new sapphire moon with this girl is a gift."
said Charlotte, tightly holding her darling's hand.
"A dyke? Meeeh it shouldn't exist, th
RosesRoses are read and violets are blue
I gave my entire heart over to you
You took it from me and dumped it in the trash
I should've known; beauty never lasts
Roses are brittle and violets will wilt
All I did was try and ask you for help
You took me under your wing and crept into my heart
Then you made sure to take your time in ripping me apart
Roses are dead, the violets are too
How did I ever convince myself to trust you
Still, it was nice to think I had a friend
To bad I was just a toy to you in the end
FIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTASFIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTAS
¡Ahora lo que casi nadie espera que sucederá!
Una lagrima broto de sus ojos, trato de detener con persistencia las que le seguían…-no…¡Esto no ha acabado!-
Entre de nuevo en la casa del árbol, definitivamente esa tal Fionna me esta haciendo enfadar de nuevo, no entiendo como es que hace para que esa mirada y esa voz llena de compasión puedan penetrar en lo profundo de mi ser, me hace sentir extraño es como si quisiera estar a su lado y protegerla, ¿pero porque la protegería?, tiene una fuerza bruta inmensamente mortal, claro que eso no lo admitiré nunca por supuesto, pero cuando lucho sola contra mi y me venció baje de las nubes, nunca pensé que un humano pudiese vencerme, ella lo hizo posible.
No se que es lo que le ve al dulce chicle afeminado, digo, por favor, el no puede defenderse por si solo, además de que es un completo cobarde, ¿como i
How To LoveNext time you're laying in bed trying to fall asleep, call your girl and tell her you love her. Say it over and over and talk to her until she falls asleep with the phone in her hand. Tell her you love her before you hang up, even though you know she can't hear you. When you see her next, whether it be at school, at work, or even at her house, kiss her with meaning. Don't be afraid to kiss your girl in front of your friends and family. Show her that you aren't above that and you're not ashamed. Offer your jacket to her when it's cold and insist she take it, no matter how cold you really are. Send her flowers when she's sick and you can't be there, and cuddle with her when you can without caring if you catch what she has. Call her after work or school just to make sure she got home safely, even though you watched her walk in the front door. Lay down your jacket in a puddle so her $100 shoes don't get wrecked, even if your jacket costs $300. Send her flowers even if she isn't sick becaus
pause, unpauseI want you beneath my
fingertips, flushed skin like a hushed
I want the enjambment of your
sighs, the rhythm
of your each exhale—
I want your breath
in my chest and your arms
in my arms
and I want to make you
GoodbyeRight now I don't want to remember,
And I hope I won't regret this,
But I know I won't want to forget this
Those final hours, and that lingering last kiss
Was the type of moment dreams dwell on,
No I won't forget this:
If that was the last time I held you,
And thought we'd have time,
The last time I tasted you,
And felt your skin slip against mine,
It's the type of goodbye
Writers write about,
Singers sing about,
And dreamers dream about.
Well, I'll scribble about missing you,
And about wilting flowers;
I’m always looking for a story, darling,
And 'goodbye' may be the best of ours.
I Miss Her...I stayed up late again last night.
Thinking of the friendship that I lost.
Maybe I'll forget what I must fight
And wait for the burning frost.
I miss your smile so sweet
And the way you laughed with me
I loved the way you toyed with me and made me feel the heat
I miss the way you talked to me about topics that covered the sea
And oh, you don't know how much you mean to me
Or how just hearing your voice knocks me out.
And happy is what I'll never be,
Unless I know that you're my friend, without a doubt..
You were with me throughout my curse,
You never left my side.
And you were the one whom I nursed,
But only for awhile.
And oh, I wasn't ready to see you leave
Or to lose the memory of your face.
But one day, your affection I shall retrieve
And I'll be with you again, sweet girl, full of grace...
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