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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near
I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
it smashes us to pieces
and round and round
and round I'd go,
Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.
Now I'm not quite -
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -
Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,
thrown up in salt air.
oh spaceoh space I spot in you
underground where it's at
I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
my mother skull
I wipe my tears
there's no such thing
it sounds it is
the gods were
mad at us
it's spelled wrong
I could not find
or the spine
Pool Of WonderWhy is it that I still come to her aid?
Why is it that I still do things for her and she doesn't recognize it?
Why do I still try to show her things that I know but she sees it as nonsense?
Why do I put up with her?
I lend her something of mine and she insults it by calling it "Ugly". Something that is artistic.
She thinks that what she says is true but she can't prove it just by what she sees.
I tell her my side of the story, yet it is like talking to a wall.
She doesn't listen to me nor understand me. I speak clearly and explain, but she still glares at me.
I don't know what else to do but to keep trying to make her understand. There is
ExpectationsTonight is the great night!
Tonight Vicki will finally return!
He promised to get it for me.
A replica of the awesomest weapon ever!
Only a few minutes left.
Oh this is so exciting!
A real replica of the famous Kyle!
The sword wielded by you, the White Warrior!
I have all your posters, trading cards,
And even a blood sample of all your victims!
Cozly I'm also wearing the original 4-V-Costume.
Made of 100% elven leather!
The only thing missing now is Kyle!
When I have him I can be just like you,
Move like you, fight like you!
Dance, crush and slash!
Oh I wish I could hold Kyle in my hands right now!
His ebony grip and blade forged of the fines
Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me
You are oblivious, happy in your solitude
Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no
Things like this only happen to other people
You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper
Talking, crying, judging, lamenting
So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions
When you see what happens to people
When they fall victim to predation
It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated
No matter how many times someone tries to stop it
It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents
You will never know quite why it happened
You may not even believe it
But it's very,
Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.
I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.
I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
If you cry
If you guide me
If this is still worrying you.
I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry
Because I love you.
Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried
things on fireblurred out who
with the space surrounding
if I could I would
to see something
a voyeur a luminant
tangle of wires
that come through so garbled
as to be unintelligible still
it'll do / I'll do
/ things on fire
I'll try to spell my name
and figure out
how much I've held
or how to loosen
LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
No time to write
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
He would rather run
Thoughts move too fast to capture
On a static page
My daughter troubles her teachers
Because she leaves the classroom
Her body stays quietly
But she has gone to the moon
Or across the street
Or into the body of a bird in flight
Words trouble her
They shift and tumble
Pictures, movies, soun
Painend The creepypasta
I must tell you, frankly, buy the new Pokemon Black game online, has been the worst decision of my life. You will soon understand why.
A couple of months ago, I made this mistake: I got my Pokémon Black game, buying it online ... Here it all started.
One morning after breakfast, the postman knocked on my door. I knew exactly what was coming, they had been waiting for his arrival for about three weeks. Infinite patience I had to get the precious (precious, I thought so at first) game, was rewarded at last. I opened the door, I signed papers and got my package. Since that time felt, at the same time the joy of having it, an ominous fee
Daimons - er, vampires
Gods and goddesses
This is how me and my aunt connect
The Malachai destined to destroy the world
Or save it
This is what me and my Aunt Emily talk about
Apollo unleashed the Daimons
And Artemis released the Dark-Hunters to destroy them
These are the basis of our relationship
I'm not close to a lot of my family
Most of us don't get along
But me and my aunt can talk four hours
And I guess that counts, right?
Acheron and Kyrian
Thorn, Danger, Astrid
Zane, and Talon
These are our "friends"
Characters from our favorite books
We have this in common
Our love for words on
Relatives in the MirrorI see many people in my mirror
most of them I know
from days long past
they visit me
reminding me of time not so long ago
Hello dear cousin Terri
or, Great Aunt Mary.
So many different faces do I see
who will show up next?
Is that you Becky
or even dear Amy
Ellen or Lu Ann
So many faces do I see
reminding me of my past
each one has a sweet memory
I hope they never pass.
Each and everyday someone new
reminding me of my heritage
it is great to know that I belong
to such a wonderful past.
Each and every face a beautiful reminder
that someday even in old age I will be remembered too.
burning straw bridgesdear mother and father,
i can no longer keep up with your distractions and apathies.
the lines between us have been bloodied and frayed for years.
i guess i owe you for what i've become;
a self-depricating, lonesome, psychotic, hateful child of 31.
i'll give you credit where credit is due;
you've taught me a lot on life.
like how little people really care-
i was always the third thought,
the daughter when convenient.-
you all taught me how blood means less than dirt-
neither of you saw the look in my eyes the days each of you left!
you've taught me it's only when you're exceptional
that you are rewarded with parental attention.
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