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You're at it again
Lost in the world
A glass, some ice
A bartender girl
What happens next
is what I do desire
Every Saturday night
To get in my car
And drive to the pub
Is that the right word?
Fake another scowl
Put in a cruel word
You'll need help going home
You're afraid to admit
So I take you myself
While you scream "Git!"
By the ride home you're asleep
Dead to the waking world
Lost in fantasy land
Childlike visions swirled
I ease your discomfort
With a pillow, removed clothes
Lay my jacket over top
Put a kiss on your nose
Your eyes flutter open
Stunning and green
I smile that charming smile
I Am a Stuffed Animal Bunny
I am a stuffed animal
Sweet, lovable, cuddly and can keep you company
Silent, small, and shy, but still can make you happy
If you're down, I can cheer you up
Little children are my best friends
Thrown away into the closet is my fear
Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.
We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.
We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount
She hardly cares about fame
As she can never remember anyone's name
So she calls everyone by baby
Whether you're a man or a lady
When people see her she looks out of place
Probably because of all the piercing on her face
But to every girl or guy
Even if their straight, lez or bi
They all say she is a sweetheart and a cutie
With no prosthetics but 100% natural beauty
On her face that is, but April has a bread in the oven, the maker
Of this loaf she doesn't know, so this baker
Has left her with a recipe for a bastard inside the tomb
Of her belly where the yeast of this child grows and rises in the fires of her womb
When people as
Family PortraitFamily Portrait.
He comes home late, surly and disorderly.
Tears streaking from his eyes because he's so morbidly
Depressed and continues to drink unlawfully.
He notices I'm awake and sits me down forcefully.
He tells me to come close as he whispers to me reassuringly.
Then he thrusts me around the room, beating me unremorsefully.
He said its my fault that mum decided to leave.
He pulls me closer as he venomously adjusts his sleeves.
He said he regrets the day I was ever conceived.
He lifts me up towards the ceiling with supreme ease.
Grasping at my throat making it difficult for me to breathe.
He intensifies his grip
Carlene was a blonde little girl
Who lived at the end of my block
And spent the most of her summer days
Watching the hands of the clock.
Every day at the strike of noon
She ran outside to her deck
To search for a sign of her Dad there
Coming home from his newest of treks.
But day after day her mother came
And carted the girl away
Whispering in the little girl's ear
"Not today Carly, not today."
But still the girl would watch at the door
For her Daddy to turn the corner
And everyday she prayed and prayed
For Daddy to return to his daughter.
Her mother hid behind the door
And spied on the sad little child
Waiting for a time to
Gallivanting on the high street with my peers.
Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear.
Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat.
I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet.
Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction.
Not assuming that we were victims of their brutal inspection.
They approach me in a violent and threatening manner.
My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer.
They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms
And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern.
I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety.
I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies.
Open my imagination and close my eyes.
Envision a place where I would rather be.
As far away from any judgmental eye that can see.
A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete.
Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete
Confinement that I am forced to exist in.
A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in.
A place where nothing but a smile is required.
Where I can think and write to my heart's desire.
A place free from any physical and mental disposition.
Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion.
A place where there are adjustable weather condit
Reassuring PrideReassuring Pride.
I can do this on my own.
I don't require your assistance.
I'm not questioning whether your capable.
The Dark kingdom named Derse.
The storm still rages on,
When will it cease to pour?
Thunders and Lightnings,
I gotta admit, can be a bit frightening!
The breeze is cold and the rain is harsh,
Perhaps this world will become a great, big marsh?
I'm getting tired... There's one thing left to do.
My little night light.
It's time to slumber, my dear.
To the place of darkened halls,
Where the voice of the HorrorTerrors call!
A bit horrifying than the tall towers of the Golden kingdom,
More isolated than the place of the shining buildings!
Everless, I still enjoy this place,
The Dark kingdom of grace.
I do believe this eye-popping paradi
In Search of Sunrise- Ch.2 P.1Chapter Two
Gamin sighed, his white hair falling over his eyes as he looked down at the ground and examined a fallen leaf. He and Shanti had continued to the edge of the camp after Celebrine had left them.
"She's going to get us all killed someday," he mumbled. "She's taking forever with whatever she's doing." After another minute or two, his impatience got the better of him. "Let's go find her," he growled.
Gamin motioned for Shanti to follow. Shanti rolled her eyes and trotted up behind Gamin. She followed behind him through the camp for a while before they found Celebrine looking off into the woods. Gamin walked up to her with his han
In Search of Sunrise- Ch.1 P.4~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Confused, Shanti looked from Gamin, to Celebrine, to Serendra, and back to Gamin again. Worried for the sake of her and Celebrine's mission, she ran back to the camp. When she arrived, everyone was already getting ready for their own missions and upcoming battles. She ran through the camp, hoping to find someone who wouldn't catch on to Celebrine's cover-up story. Why was Serendra here, of all places, anyway? Suddenly Shanti ran headlong into somebody.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you-"
As she was apologizing, she recognized the man.
"Ah! Za- I mean, Drache, sir! I'm terribly sorry!"
The man dusted off his tunic.
In Search of Sunrise- Ch.1 P.3~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Shanti relit the candle in the lantern, returning the orange glow inside the tent. Celebrine cornered Gamin, her face still burning.
"What was that all about?" she whispered furiously, hoping no one else from outside heard her. "Since when did you stand up for me?" She glared coldly at Gamin, who merely shrugged his shoulders.
"What of it? I may respect the woman, but that doesn't mean I don't want her away from me. I simply wanted her gone." He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and jerked his head to the side, cracking his neck. He hated when the colonel came. Her presence was all it took to unsettle him. "Don't
In Search of Sunrise- Ch.1 P.2~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gamin looked up from cleaning one of his two swords. He squinted his eyes when the sharp, cold air from outside swept inside as his two comrades entered the tent.
"You're late," he commented and looked back at his weapon. Celebrine scowled at her captain. He always spoke what was on his mind, never taking into consideration what others thought and never holding back what he meant.
He was sitting cross-legged on his makeshift bed as he scrubbed his weapon. Muscles rippled beneath the unusual tan skin of his arms while he worked. His deep amber eyes, flecked with green around the edges, seemed lost in thought, look
In Search of Sunrise- Ch.1 P.1Chapter One
The sound of hooves could be heard clamoring throughout the cobblestone streets of Farlow. The night air was heavy and promising rain. A warrior made his way to the capital's castle, which stood in the center of the city. The grand castle's walls and spires loomed high above the rest of the surrounding buildings.
The warrior leaped off his beast when he reached the castle wall and ran to the gate. A guard called for the gatekeeper, who came out from the tower next to the barrier. The warrior immediately began trying to gain entry. He seemed anxious and even more so when the gatekeeper shook his head. No one was allowed into th
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Even as it clung on with all of its strength, it still wasn't enough. The stone slipped away from its grasp and it fell. It seemed like an eternity. And then, it collided and spread. It melded with all the others, becoming a single entity with all who had come before. Waves moved along the rest of them, telling everyone of the new comer, of their new strength.
Leather soles slammed down on the puddle of water, which had been growing steadily with each drop of water. But now the puddle was scattered, disrupted by the man marching away into the darkness.
His footsteps echoed in the corridor as he made his way quickly to the spe
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