Dusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
Raven and the Dove ****** MY FIRST DD!! ******
Cry mercy - and remember
(though locked with a key)
in this place, called memory...
Where truth is bounty, thou can'st not run
yet it be born unto misery.
The dove flies with the raven
dark with the light;
together, they shant exist...
As the wind in the hand, face answereth to water
and the sands spill forth of the fist...
If life be like unto love without thee
than rather, I'd die this day;
my only true love, for whom I am born
through wrong choice my heart knows the grave.
As a firery arrow pierced to the heart
by this, my love awakened
to witness the cruelty engulfed in his soul
by essence, we are forsaken...
Be thou forever, therefore, vigilant!
With a steadfast eye;
Give thyself unto, 'her' care.
Let dove behold dove - through the heaven's light
THE CRYS OF HELL
should the raven be there.
The Sleeping Beauty (Original Story/Uncensored)The prince approached the sleeping princess, who lay draped upon a velvet throne under a dais of brocade. He called out to her, but she seemed insensible, as if in a trance. As he contemplated her many charms, he suddenly felt his blood course hotly through his veins. The prince lifted her in his arms and carried her to a bed, whereon he gathered the first fruits of love while she slept on. When he was through, he left the princess, and returned to his own kingdom, where, in the pressing business of his realm, he thought no more of the incident.
The princess slept on for nine months, and when the nine months were up she gave birth to two beautiful infants, a boy and a girl. Throughout her pregnancy, the princess, whose name was Talia, had been attended by two fairies who now placed the infants at their sleeping mother's breasts. One of the children, unable to find the mother's nipples, sucked on Talia's finger, loosening the poison splinter that had lodged there when she pricked it on
I Like Being WeirdWhether I’m laughing in awkward situations
Or crying when everybody else smiles
I go from wanting to stay in bed forever
To wanting to run directionless for miles
Normality just feels like silent floorboards
And is something I most definitely fear
See I need to creak every once in a while
You won’t understand but I like being weird
Talking when everybody else is silent
Being deathly quiet in a maelstrom of noise
As I decide if I’ll be your friend today
But I promise that you are not just a toy
Normality just feels like empty nightscapes
And is something I most definitely fear
I need the stars to spell out my last name
Don’t try to understand me, I’m just being weird
Regressing to when I was a child again
Trying to forget how I learnt to be scared
Thinking how much I miss the simplicity
And how for this nonsense I was not prepared
But normality just feels like a life sentence
And is something I most definitely fear
At the end of this sentence comes a full s
I'm Here for YouWhat do you expect me to say
When you keep pushing me away?
RememberI can't read your mind,
And time cannot rewind.
Regret will only make it worse
Like a bad omen from a curse.
This will surely make you stronger;
Please just hold on longer.
I'll be here, right by your side;
You don't have to run and hide.
Just try to find the silver lining
The sun will keep on shining.
Never forget that this is true:
I am here for you.
Bloody MaryBloody Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Bloody fingers, name that lingers,
Though not bloodstained anymore,
Evil names, divided blames,
When I search inward through your core.
Rosary and blasphemy,
"Holy Mother, smite those new
Wave believers, faith decievers,
Bring then back to what is true."
Beloved sister, watch her, mister,
Eagle's eye and fox's ear,
Your every breath, Elizabeth,
Await your turn, oh don't you dare.
Love to hate, religion - state,
This is what I recall of you,
Not a thing is comforting
When life is fading, love is blue.
Dreamed a daughter, ending: slaughter,
"Find yourself a different life,"
Forgot a son by noonday gun,
You're ever queen but never wife.
Wooden chair for throne and heir
This is how you had to cope,
It is today the price to pay
For blessed Virgin and for Pope.
Sisters brave share a grave
Underneath the stones,
In a heap there in the deep;
The decomposing bones.
Thought I hear
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy for
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
21 Years OldSo I was just a child
And they said that this was ‘just a phase’
That lasted 20 years
And 364 days
Tomorrow will I switch
From an adolescence damaged mess
To a mature adult
Able to cope with all of this stress?
Or will I just remain
Embedded in my concrete routine
That’s waiting to be smashed
By my sledgehammer wielding dreams
Give me the key to the door
I will turn the knob fast
Clockwise to see the future
Back again to remain in the past
So I was just a child
And they said that this was just a phase
Melatonin helped me sleep
Right through this melancholic haze
But tomorrow I will wake
From an adolescent slumber
Shake off the shackles
That have only served to encumber
My free spirit, free will
And most importantly my feel mind
With a lifetime of whispers
My voice has been difficult to find
But I’ll take the key in hand
Clear my throat as I toss it away
Smash the door from the hinges
Now you’ll listen to what I have to say
Is There a Purpose in Life?
People coming, people going, people walking by.
Faces run together in a blur, I wonder - why?
Why am I a member of this thing called human race?
Just how did I arrive here, or am I out of place?
As the people pass me by their eyes avoid my own.
I feel as though I am someone who'll always be unknown.
A city guy, anonymous, without a friend or foe.
I wish someone would tell me, please, the way that I should go.
I sit here in my rented room and write of things sublime.
Ecstasies and fantasies and words that fairly rhyme.
In this world I'm somebody and for a little while,
I get to be the hero or perhaps a wayward child.
As I lay me down I like to think about my day.
I say a little prayer that perhaps I will someday,
understand my unique role and why I take up space.
Will I find my purpose or just die without a trace?
Wish for PrivacyI live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.