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FreedomSometimes it's nice to just take a walk somewhere.
Sometimes in late day and night when the moon is out and the sun is gone or going, when the feeling of being together is gone for a moment and all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart beat.
Often times it's fine to experience something emotional, just like it's perfectly normal to never. Even as the days go by and all the people you knew grow older together with you, you haven't changed at all. The smiles, the laughs remain the same and you just accept that.
Sometimes you just take a metaphorical walk and in a single moment you're flying off into a dream world with everything you ever loved gone in a single stroke. Sometimes it's okay to be angry, smash a pumpkin in with a bat and nail something to a fence. Have you have grabbed a hammer and just smashed it so hard on the wall you felt the ground shake? Have you ever just waited for a moment in the embrace of anger and just feel great?
You are power and no one can take that f
I am a Writer because...I am a Writer because my creative juice runs dry
Because sometimes, my pages cry
A writer because I don't need to be
Never really expecting what I see
to come out on paper
So clean and so dapper
I am a writer because my characters act alone
I do not run their lives like I do my own
A writer because I don't care sometimes
Keeping up with all the correct lines
and my grammar is not the best
and I digress
I am a writer because it's better to speak
sometimes, more often I'm weak
because it's nice to be heard in letters
A writer like all the others
My stories may not be well done
but in my mind description may never come
I am a writer because I get surprised
by all the things my characters do in their lives
and I do not expect to be right
A writer because I may not want to tonight
and often when the story is done
I am a writer, because it's fun.
Okay now, queue the stageOkay now, queue the stage
Opening scene, to savor a page
I've seen your face, I know your eyes
Who are you? He'd answer Demise
A word I would assume was bad
But listen now my young lad
A Monster is not someone to fear
He lives everywhere, even here
He may be scary
but listen closely
Remember the company that you keep
You'll be safe once you sleep
I ask if you got scared?
Perhaps from the things I shared
You say 'NO!, not one bit"
I ask you why? "Because monsters, they dont exist"
A Lesson in Rhymecan I accept the establishment?
Even through a punishment
and it isn't the people who see through the glass
it's if you stay in and keep in the class
Knowledge, it isn't much to say
I have too much do in my words to pay
off my dues
cause I get to choose
How can you be butch
acting like nothing happened before
when in reality it's sharper then the chore
and I came from a family who had it rough
Through moments and singles, you understand enough?
Cause in relativity
You can't get
in my met
in my shoes
in my dues
Through the door
walk into a world you never knew before
cause' that's me
waiting on three
we need a little time for bustle
get with the ruffle
through the cuffle
I got zipped and muffled
through the house
in little time I came to you
and what did you tell me to do?
lay down and sleep
don't you peep
didn't believe the rye
this is not a book
and it's a novel, just take a look
Page through page
I got a path to go, rage
is the emotion
Good-ByeTime has gone, time has past.
Lovers made, lovers lost.
Beauty gone, through all I've seen
Moments made, in soft seam.
Journey travailed, though and through
No more time, for me and you.
Seasons where, I wish I could
Hold your hand, like we would.
Friends I've lost, ones I've gained
Nights where, my eyes rained.
Holding hands, where lovers slept
Remember now, just how we met.
Want more time, the clock is on
Turn it off, no more gong.
Seconds zoomed, minutes faded
All this time, never wasted.
So many things, can happen now
I think it's time, just take a bow.
All in all, it's been fun
You and I, the show is done.
Glad we've played, it's all won
Time for us, to just move on.
I used to beI used to be a little styled,
a mind of my own
I used to be a little wild,
even when alone
and all while the little find
I wished it could bring
I realized a simple mind-
Is much more tormenting
Tormenting little devil-
that I used to be
With a tiny smirk of evil
but still very much me
I used to be more creative
create it at the flick
but now I'm conservative
and much more slick
Dream: Space "In the past the world as a whole stood beside it's companions. The Moon and the Sun, since the darkness appeared one day the light from the earth stopped shining.
Once the moon burst into a million pieces, but over time they came together again. The spacemen traveled across collecting the moon pieces in order to remake the moon again, since it was now the only thing in the sky. There were pieces on earth such at the famous Moon-Troon, a piece that was wedged in between a train whistle, forever sitting, forever watching." The announcer spoke clearing into the speakers, with a faint static sound following his voice he continued, "The last spaceman was sent to collect the spare parts of the moon."
The person stood on the surface of the gray planet. This person is unknown, nor did they seem to have a face. They stood wearing gloves, big shoes and a large face cover (I assume, though I've never seen it), no helmet. They did not appear to have ears or hair. They did not appe
Bump In The NightHush, hush keep in sight
Are you ready for the night?
NO, no do not go!
The Boogie-Man will get me so
I see him in the caves of the dark
and as he speaks he lights a spark
" Do you have something to eat?
Perhaps I should just eat this meat?"
He means my own flesh outside
I cannot fight to keep my pride
If you awake when morning comes
Do not wait to count the sums
I will be gone for the beast inside
Gobbled whole, I could not hide!
Hush, hush keep out of sight
The Boogie-Man will eat tonight
The dark and grim of a face
The swollen teeth began to race
A beaming down of whole dark eyes
The shiver I can feel rise
Looking through I hear the creep
Slipping, sliding as I sleep
I wake in jolts to meet his face
Creepy slimy drool in my case
Leaning down to breathe something foul
Don't look now he's on the prowl!
He leaned on into my soul
I burrow in my sheets like some mole
His long teeth filled with grease
I don't believe he will release
I'm thereIt caters to my whim inside
Upon the face I see who lied
I thought it was just you and me
I thought it was our destiny
I thought we had each other on a string
and then you left me alone to sing
I believed I was your helping voice
I believed you'd come to me in choice
Not because you chose this fast
I knew of course it wouldn't last
I thought I was the greatest one
I thought I even owned the sun
I believed I was such a good soul
I believed you're love would hide the tole
It isn't me, it isn't time
I had so many things to rhyme
I've written words out many times
and yet come out with same old rhymes
That is just how frustration works out
I think you caused this muffled pout
This feeling deep within
Am I loosing yet again?
Another soul I said I'd share
Another loss I cannot bare
Why is it only me who's here?
because if you need me I'll be there.
No matter what thing you have for me
I'll make sure I'm there to see.
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for me
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
bleeding wateryou're eleven when he tells you
he loves you
but that he loves her more
because the ribbon looks nicest in her hair
and you think you can understand
because, really, she has great hair
but he kisses her and not you
and you feel like your life is over
and your mom laughs and tells you it'll be okay
because you were only eleven
but it doesn't make it hurt any less
you're only eleven when you realize
your heart is just a touch more tender
than most peoples.
you're twelve years old when you
start to really feel different
start to grab the skin around your
thighs and pull away when he
tries to do it
you're twelve years old when
you think about death
you're thirteen when you think you
might be in love with your best friend
because she makes you feel safe
when no one else can
you're still thirteen and feeling different
has turned into feeling sick
and you cry to yourself in the mirror, watching
your reflection bleed water from its eyes
as if you're watching a movie because
it's you but you ca
i've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymorethere
is a god in me and he
has swung his shoulders enough times
to call my body a rundown Richter scale;
but you, with your impaled Fujiwara,
slapping a borderline existential
crisis between Bonnie and
you have tampered with my
oscillations, discarded me a tuning fork
and left for the storm cellars.
even the eye of the hurricane
wished it could've stopped its
airborne fury into a spit of casualties,
but me -
my body has been your storm surge
for as long as the earth has been
hurt with elemental catastrophes
and hypnotic man-made
my gods have been pressed down
with ten thousand millimeters of unearthed
mercury, only to rub up your frictional
upwelling inside me;
you don't hear me over the static and
I haven't listened to enough
InuKag Week 2013 - WalkWALKING WILL NOT BE THE SAME
This story takes place after the end of the series when Kagome returned with Inuyasha...
The sun rays illuminated the home of Inuyasha and Kagome. Only that Kagome had something plan for them that day.
"What a beautiful day." Kagome said. She went out side and Inuyasha followed her.
"It's not different from yesterday." The half-breed replay.
"Oh, Inuyasha." She said a bit annoyed, but then she smiled creeping him out.
"What…?" He asked nervously.
"Let's go for a walk today." She simply said.
"Umm… OK." He didn't found that special at all. They always went for walks whenever they had the chance. Kagome smiled and took his hand without letting go.
"W-What are you doing?!" He demanded while his cheeks turned red as his kimono.
"I want to be holding hands with you this time." She smiled.
"Let's go!" She pulled him without question.
They kept walking for a few minutes, but Kagome didn't let go of his hand and Inuyasha didn't stop blushing.
Worst FightI found a rusty bloody blade
it became the worst fight
making me barred in an iron cage
that kept me up at night.
The pain floods down my skin
when did life wear so thin?
Crying from what life has been
while you all sit back and grin.
I can't figure this out
the intoxicating clutches of doubt
while I try to reach out and shout
but nothing ever seems to come out.
I found a rusty razor that took me back
to my life in the shadows that was full of black
that made me have an anxiety attack
wishing someone would come back.
The worst fight of my life
wasn't only with a knife
but clutching me was the painful strife
that stabbed me with the knife.
Emotions and blank faces
makes me fall amongst your graces
tearing out the ink filled pages
while I kept changing stages.
Through a ruthless maze
we may never look through this haze
but we can run through the days
fighting against the craze.
Ashesunder the friction of these sentimental sacrifices,
swallowing those silver coated words i often spit,
i cant help but feel that this is what a tragedy must feel like,
a thousand memories displayed across shattered glass,
the stitches of my heart unraveling in slow motion,
my heart as though a rose wilting with time,
i take up the pen and put to word these final fleeting moments
Emotional AbuseMy father is not a bad man
But he isn't a good parent
Apparently smoking grass through a crystal pipe was more interesting than raising me and teaching me about life
He loved the toxic clouds full of strippers and green trees, saying they will help him forget the broken woman and daughter he left in the black box on his dresser if he would only just let them
And he did
He let them strip him and kiss him when all they were doing was striping away the only pieces of humanity he had left, they kissed him so hard hoping to suck out all the memories of mom and me so when death pulled him apart there would be nothing left inside him to go hell
I used to listen to them too
They coaxed me
Told me to keep it a secret
When I was sad they would dry my tears with a blanket since we didn't have any tissues because we're supposed to be happy and everything's fine
When I was angry at him they told me it was my fault he had to keep creating them to forget me
Two of the Same CoinYou’re the boy who throws his heart away
begging his one true love to stay
throwing his love like a token
when all she does is keep her feeling locked at bay.
You’re the boy with a real nice smile
that is torn to pieces with your past
when your love turned on you
and your mother was never even there.
But, love let me tell you what it’s like to try
that in time it will all be alright
and there is no reason to tell your heart goodbye,
so dry those tears because everything will be alright.
Just a little bit broken is a girl in the mirror
seeing her life pass her by
all she can ever do is break down and cry
because life gave her a curve ball and went right through her.
She has a real nice smile
that has been torn with her past
with the love that turned
and your father was never even there.
But, love let me tell you it’s worth a try
that in time it will be alright
and there is no need to tell your heart goodbye
so dry those tears because everything will be alright
It's A PromiseMy skin crawls feeling my demon rise
inside my burning soul is where it thrives,
I don't have the facts to be wise
when I know there's more to my green eyes.
Inside a trapped heart is a untamed wild fire
speaking to me, tempting me to inspire
instead of hide my talent in the dead choir
telling me that it's not time to retire.
A running durable heart with a split mind
makes me torn on whether to be kind
when my insanity and reality is twined
in this twisted uncontrollable mind.
Burning coals and amber rain
bind me underneath the chains of pain,
breaking free stretching these phoenix wings
I won't live in your simple world of things.
I am the master of my wordI am the master of my own world
I am what I decide and do
because there is a difference in action
and sitting by
When I say something
When I write it down
There is a difference in reading it out loud
and reading it inside
There is a whole new meaning when I recite the words I have created
and when you THINK you understand them
Don't abide by the rules of structure
Don't shun me because I can't spell
What's the difference in the words
Your, You're, threw and through
They sound the same out loud
except one is Your and one is through
but the message is simple
you don't need a dictionary to speak your mind
you're what your mind speaks
and even though you sit through it all
You never threw anything away
and that is the difference in the words
because if you say it like you mean it
it must mean what you say
I am not a poet
I am no writer or speaker
I am what I want to be in the words I speak
and if you have an issue with how I present those words
Clearly you're not listening
to what Im throw
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