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
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
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
Idol WorshipA smog is rising that many
Have grown unwilling to address
An all-consuming pandemic
All have seen but refuse to know
America's idol worship
A Canadian teenager
With quite a loose definition
Of art and musical talent
Has swept the nation and the world
Hormones of shallow twelve-year-olds
Propelled him to fame and fortune
After a couple years have passed
His ego take control and we
Interrupt our politicians
To freak out about his arrest
A Taliban assailant shoots
A fifteen-year old in the face
Simply because she advocates
The education of women
Something most American girls
All too often take for granted
Instead of praising her courage
The American populous
Keeps its focus on the tween star
Most don't even know she exists
What kind of nation is this
When we concern ourselves only
with spoiled brats acting like dumb thugs
And ignore those who are striving
To cast a light in this dark world
Break a leg, limp a lieBreak a leg, limp a lie
she´ll drag on her hairthreads,
but she´ll walk even
on her fading hands.
fall unseen, stumble and step frontside
no saying to judge, no upstanding one to cane her spit-trash
hags will break cane, other´s words will break stride,
your lie is needed, your masquerade will savior ye
allone does it, everyman says it,
save your face, save your hide,
everyone does it,
even the selfwised matroness
the selfblessed agustus´d gent who preaches loud and high
so paint your hop, roll your folk
tell your adage,
because it´s not the liar who will stumble and fall
before the limp´s cane and legs go twin the floor
because you have been taught by the best
and studied you have and an aced one will will be your presented face.
Gate Of Life Or DeathIvy creeps up the side
Creepers slide down the rails
Dark iron bars fall into place
And behind it stares an empty face
A padlock keeps the sides together
So the gate will remain closed
Closed and locked to you forever
Don’t worry, it’s not your fault
Foliage hides it most of the time
And keeps away the unique shine
Of things never seen before
Things that no one will ever know
Some gates remain shut
And for a good reason
Maybe you should never know
What lies behind the lock
A time will come where
The ivy and creepers will
Hide the gate and cover p
The unknown forever still
You’ll never see this door again
Maybe even lost in your memory
Or it will come back
But it probably won’t
Or maybe you will find the key
And pull the ivy off the gate
And then see through an open door
To your future forevermore
The padlock drops and falls behind
No more locking up your mind
Journey through your now changed life
Which could be for better or worse
The gates stand quietly, side b
Take it offThere is a girl on your right,
who paints makeup on her face.
There is a girl on your left,
whose hair is a rainbow.
In front of you kills your nose,
perfume spins around like a lace.
Behind you hurts your eyes,
to see that masks really lie.
You wonder why the girl is an artist on her face,
or why the girl has a rainbow in her hair,
or why the guy bathes himself in scents,
that are worse than cocaine.
Then you wonder why masks roam the masquerade.
Take it off,
Don't be afraid.
No one will crack a smile,
No one will laugh,
we love you just the way you are.
It doesn't make sense to you,
nothing seems real too.
Why are they afraid of beauty in purity?
Or why colorful is above sense and rationality?
And why is common sense and practicality,
isn't here in this twisted reality?
Take it off,
and drop it.
No one likes you,
No one loves you,
behind the creation you made.
Rip it apart,
it only wounds the truest hearts,
to see it as a work of art.
I won't laugh or tease you, I swear,
You Can or Can'tYou can take back your earrings,
You can take back your rings,
You can take back your necklace,
You can take back your commitments,
You can take back your expectations,
You can take back your duty,
all in the vow in the promises we make.
These things can be given and handed back,
without the chains that always seem to never slack.
Yet I wonder how can I have my heart back,
if understanding is painted in black...
Or how I can get back the past,
without it biting me the ass...
Or how to get back the trust,
returning with shine and not rust..
But then I realize,
I can never love a different man again,
or have the past in my hands..
Or have trust resurfacing further from the dust.
I don't want to love and have sex with the same man,
or befriend the past as a old friend,
Or have trust in different hands,
But mistakes ought to be learn
and to never be repeated again.
TheaPenn and I were the same,
enjoying the curse and it's game.
Slaughtering those for our survival,
Swimming in natures biggest potion,
Using our talents to our benefits,
All in our worst days of fame.
Aggie and Gia did not.
Although they practiced what we followed,
they retained their humanity in the battles they fought.
They were kind and gentle,
sweet and compassionate,
makes me wonder how they were still sirens,
with humanity running deep within their heart beats.
I wish I knew a different way,
to live in this play
I am ashamed I say,
for ending lives that haunt me today.
Their hearts were my food,
satisfying the hunger and strength,
rendering me to be in a better mood.
A selfish reason at another expense,
I didn't even hesitate at the circling fence..
I was so dense!
And so, I jumped it each and everyday,
never realizing my actions would one day turn,
and jump back across to see me...
You see, I fell in love,
a deadly price to pay.
I love my sisters dearly,
and I vowed to protect the
39. Out Of TimeAt first you didn't notice
playing without a care
but the clock was always ticking
down with each breath of air.
You filled the world with laughter
and pranced around with glee
looking for nothing more
than another second to be free.
For awhile you thought about it
but it seemed so far away
so you didn't change
or make any plans after today.
You drempt up all your ideas
and built them into things
saying they would help you
with whatever life it brings.
At last you finally notice
that there is a finish line
but its too late to race
you're already out of time.
You worry about all the things
that you hold so dear
wondering what will happen
to you after this last year.