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TurningI ignore the world
Turning page after page
I look up seeing everyone
Laughing and Talking
I look down at my book
Always being the one alone
Then I look in front of me
Seeing you ignoring the world too
I smile thinking that I'm not always alone
As I read my book again
You smile too
I don't talkYou wonder why I don't talk
Why I don't sing
Why I don't dance
Why I don't look back
But I listen and think
That way I live in my own world
A world with no bombs
A world with no screams of horror
A world where the endangered animals run free
A world where race doesn't matter at all
A world where pure rain falls
A world where sunshine prevails
And you wonder why I don't talk
At MidnightWhen the moonlight becomes hazy
And the wolves start to howl
I know you're coming
To swept my troubles away
You switch my dreamy music to your special one hour song
It turns sweet summer leaves into falling brittle leaves
It brings creatures that never come around
I know your song is supposed to torture me
Supposed to bring endless nightmare that no one believes
But all that special one hour song only
Swepts my troubles away
FeelI can feel the coldness of the blade
I watch blood trail from my arm to the floor
My brain tells my tiny, broken heart that the self-inflicted cuts hurt
As the new scar takes place on my arm I imagine what would happen in the morning
You will come to wake me up and then
You will the knife and blood in the sheets
You'll pick up the knife thinking Why? Why does she do this to herself?
Why? To show I have emotion too
And since my heart-cracking sobs and tear-stained eyes doesn't faze you at all
I decided that blood will take tear's unworthy place in the center of my psychotic heart
Because I don't know how to tell you that I
RawI show my true art and
They broke my heart
They gave me new scars and labels
They sent me crashing through the world
Causing others to shun me away in disgust
Somehow I crashed into your angelic arms
I waited for you to sent me in disgust
Instead you held me tight as if trying to push all the pieces of my heart together
And you showed how to get out the Shadows of the Forgotten
And into the Light of the Forgiven
DepressionIt strangles us
Keeps us in hold
It stops a runner from running
A painter from painting
It stops us in time
It makes the wall the only thing in the world
It creates a crater so
You can't see the sunlight
It makes so hard to get out
But when you are in hold
The sun grows brighter
Friends grow stronger
There are ladders and
Hands eager to pull you up
The darkness grabs you but
The sun shines till there is no more darkness
Eventually you take a hand and
Leads you out of the cater
And back in life
A FlowerIn summer, I am planted safe and sound
While others grow bright and tall
I stay inside, hidden from sight
Now its is fall
Many are losing their brightness and craving into the darkness
Animals and bugs alike scurry past me
To find safely in the dying plants
I am nothing but a bud
Everything is too wet and dark to open just yet
Winter has come and it is cold
But luckily I am planted near a tree
He doesn't steal my energy and doesn't let the coldness fall on the me
Since I am still a bud no one notices me
Spring is finally here with its joy
Since I was planted early
I am one of the first ones to opened up to the world
I spread out my petals trying to catch as much joy as I can
A butterfly who was just transform in the tree next to me
Says hello to me then tries to find others who have opened to the world
GoodbyeI lost my friend today
There's nothing much to say
I lost my friend today
He left without a word
Just got up and went away
I say again I say
I lost my best friend today
He never told me what was wrong
He never hinted at a cause
I say again I say
I lost my only friend today
I'll say this once
and then never again
Goodbye to the friend
That I lost today
Worth It?There are times when you may ask yourself if certain things are "worth it." You want to know if things are worth your time, or a waste of energy
Are things really going to turn out how you want them to? Are what you want and what you need two entirely different things? Is the journey really worth the destination? Are your dreams unrealistic?
Difficult questions, I know. But you must come face-to-face with them at some point It's always either being miserable and waiting for things to be better, or free of the situation, and never being able to know how things really would have turned out.
What's even worse is being "on the fence." Your heart can't make up its mind, so there's nothing you can do, except cry the nights it's bad, and rejoice on the nights it's good.
Keep your chin up, because no one is going to do it for you
and chew your food 20 times.
chew it firmly, in the name of goodness.
chew it proper, like you know it matters.
like men of old
men of character.
you aspire character, do you not?
then let mommy see those jaws work.
everything good in this world comes from real work.
and there is no kind like the hard kind.
working is necessary.
it is necessary for something.
you might not know for what
and you do not need to.
for necessity is good
necessity is virtuous.
if it weren't for necessities
we would all be poets
poets and painters.
hah! Imagine that
a world filled with painters..
now, I didn't want to be a painter
I wanted to be a good boy
so I kept at it:
and I closed my eyes, hoping
for a smile
before I swallowed.
A warrior's funeralI am tired
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
But in fact....I started staring into the dark,
Letting my thoughts run astray,
So I lit my last cigarette on my balcony,
and threw it away.
Nothing helped so I took a pencil and paper
and drew your picture,
once it was done,it seemed like a good idea
to throw it into a fire.
Is it because I see too much of me
as I see you suffer?
You had no idea how it was for me
and now you're feeling it too.
I could never tell it to your face
so i surrender this pathetic piece of paper to you
and you'd feel sorry for me...
but in fact I'm feeling sorry for you too.
The Used Game ParadigmOver the course of this past generation I've been watching the video game market react to the way it's been forced to deal with increasing changes. I've come out against used game sales and even written a journal about boycotting GameStop because (like most people at the time) I believed they were the root cause of all the problems the video game industry has. But that's something I don't believe now as intently as i did then. From where I sit, piracy and used games sales are a problem, but not in the way game companies want us to believe that they are.
Used games are a good thing for consumers. We get to try games out, and if we don't like what we see or finish it early, we trade it in and try another title instead. It's a very good system for us since video game rentals are much harder to come by. Most video rental stores in America have gone extinct and outside specific Red Box Kiosks there aren't a lot of places for consumers to rent video games. The exception, of course, being thr
honor society blueswe are old souls, ancient at seventeen.
we wake, stiff-backed, to the same routine.
we're supposed to be dewy-eyed.
we're supposed to ask questions, we're supposed to cry.
we're supposed to break bones while trying to fly.
we scrape by.
we are honor-roll lovers
we come home to nagging papers,
make study dates,
the light has been robbed from us
we no longer see the point
in wasting time trying to please ourselves
there is work to be done,
there are places to go, people to see
[but not now]
we cannot allow time to distract us
i will not invest in you
because i cannot afford it
[poor college student]
i'm broke on love,
i spent it all on paper melodies
we laughed once
TLPTCBWTTTLTSMIO"Disclaimer: Don't associate with humans. The results are quite corrosive."
Chapter 1: "What's this thing you call life?"
Let's start with facts:
It was a fact known to only a handful of earthlings that, despite humans sheer audacity in believing that this entirety of this awe inducing universe was nothing but a mere canvas for them to stare at and consisting of nothing but a number of gaseous celestial objects, was in fact heavily populated by an enormous amount of creatures in all manners of shape and size.
To accurately peg the massiveness of space and it's inhabitants and what humans were in relationship to it, the following test is suggested:
a- Place a coin in a street.
b- Go to a neighbouring skyscraper.
c- Go the roof of the skyscraper.
d- Look at the coin in the street.
Humans were that invisible.
Invisible was not to be noticed by anything.
Despite all arguments made in this topic (and they were plentiful and they were all good), and the multitude of examples to p
The story of the three ravens
There were three ravens
Who were the three maidens
This is how their story begun
And I wrote this all for fun
The first raven was a writer
Who was a great and mighty fighter
She wrote and wrote and soon created a story
That sometimes made her full of worry
The second raven was an artist
Who really wasn't the smartest
But, she had imagination and still had common sense
That could save her in many needs or make others wince
Then there is the last raven who was the aider
Who was never a traitor
She was the smartest of them all and was always awake
And did many things for others sake
Soon they all decided
And all became united...
That is the story of TheThreeRavens.
EarthDo you see that woman over there?
She never had a scar
Nothing will never bad happen to her
Her parents never got killed or divorced
She never had a broken heart
No one close to her died
And yet she walks like her body is covered in scars
Her eyes are bloodshot like she cried every time blood was spilled
She winces every time someone is beaten for no reason
She grabs her stomach every time someone starves oneself on purpose
She trips every time a building is bombed or burned down
Her clothes are battered and torn up like she gave the rest of her clothes to the poor
Her body is dirty like she gave all of her soaps to the sinned
She coughs out smoke
Who is she?
She is Earth
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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