His Glory ResoundsThought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory:
The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning.
It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death.
Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age?
Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage?
Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies,
for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies.
I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought to,
because your heart has always remained faithful even when I know I haven't been true.
Thanks are never enough, but you accept them in any and all forms that I may speak,
You held me then and even now, in this hour, when I feel used and most weak.
You are adored by your creation, loved endlessly for you see me for what I am,
I am your altar for worship,
Save me from the dark, Lucy...No longer do I wish to see red when I am with you dear,Save me from the dark, Lucy...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you knew really what I was, would it cause your heart fill with fear?
A dishonest man to you have I become,
know this my dearest Lucy, with each of us together, we really do belong.
My tools of instantaneous expiration are swiftly quick,
for with one stroke, blood will spill from the little nick.
Death and darkness plagues my very soul,
but I know with you, I surely must learn total control.
For if I were to butcher you as I did with those women of ill repute,
I'd mourn the life of a heavenly angel that I verily took.
I must tell you, Lucy, I really must say. . .
Well. . .maybe tomorrow or. . .another day.
Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why must you let yourself believe
that you are hurting so badly that you must grieve?
I believe in you when you will not be able to understand,
grasp for my touch when you are in need of a saving hand.
Draw the hallelujah from your beautiful tongue and there attest
that you are destined for only the very best.
I will wipe your tears and remove the doubting fears
Our fearful trip is done.The captain was called for it was a cry for distress,Our fearful trip is done.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when he was informed of the ordeal, he ordered for a signal of SOS.
His voice unfaltered as he told his men to keep the people calm,
listening and inquiring, he began to calculate the doom coming before long.
The architect was soon informed of the awful plight,
his heart, unlike the captain, faltered had he not done everything right?
Puzzled and confused after he was left alone what had he done wrong?
Falling to his knees in unspeakable grief, the architect began to sob.
Passengers began to find out and soon the panic began,
scurried feet started to rush and they soon they ran.
Chunks of ice spewed on the top deck very well,
down in the boiler room, it was truly a form of Hell.
Icy watered flooded the halls, stinging its prey with pain,
many struggling to out, they would never see the light of tomorrow again.
Those on the life boats, though they were safe from strife,
heard the cries those in agony it wou
Reading Too Much Harry Potter****WARNING SPOLIERS AHEAD******Reading Too Much Harry Potter7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You Know youve been reading too much Harry Potter when:
1) You stop every black haired boy with glasses and green eyes, searching their forehead for a lighting shaped scar
2) You try to send all you letters by owl post.
3) You think Quidditch should be made into an official Olympic sport
4) You check your mailbox in the hopes of getting that special letter from Hogwarts and become very depressed when there isnt one
5) You search high and low in every hardware store for a Nimbus 2000 or a Firebolt , becoming very annoyed when the clerk tells you that there are no brooms by those names
6) When ever you see an owl winging its way over head you wonder if its Hedwig, Errol, or Pigwidgen
7) You search stores for the sorting hat because you want to know what house you belong in
8) You decorate your room in your school house colors
9) A cloak of invisibility is at the top of your Christmas list
10) You search London for Ollivanders Wand
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.
Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roame
TITANIC'S CHILDHOOD(How Titanic and his siblings came to live in Belfast)TITANIC'S CHILDHOOD8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Young Titanic blew his whistle playfully as he chased after a seagull that was flying overhead. He was about two years old and his sister Olympic was 3 years old. The seagull landed on a post near by at the harbor he an his family was hiding out in and Titanic crept up to it as if he were a lion creeping up on an unaware bird. He crouched his bow lower as his stern wiggled in the air.
Titanic what are you doing? His mother, the Katharine, asked as she was caring for his sickly little brother, the Britannic.
Nothing. Titanic lied as he lunged for the white bird. It flew away just in time for him to bump his nose into the post. The seagull was so agitated with the young liner harassing it that it circled back and began to peck at Titanics forecastle deck causing him great pain.
Titanic yowled in pain as the bird continued to peck away at him. He was sailing around trying to get away from it, but being st
Essay: MLAATR should live on With the strength of a million and seventy men I guess I really shouldnt complain This is a line from the theme song of an amazingly awesome show called My Life as a Teenage Robot, which I will refer to as MLAATR. This cartoon is about a teenage robot girl named Jenny Wakeman, who was created by her human mother, Mrs. Wakeman, who is a scientist. Jenny goes to school with human teenagers and tries to live her life as a human but with robotic adventures and problems. Jenny becomes famous because she is a superhero and defends the world from dangers. This show was cancelled after three seasons, one of which wasnt put on the air yet. I really love this show and think it should stay on the air.Essay: MLAATR should live on8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Nickelodeon (Nick) cancelled MLAATR because not enough people were watching it. Nick should have done things to make MLAATR more successful. They could have exposed MLAATR to more people who have never heard or seen the cartoon before. They
Nightmare Part OneNightmareNightmare Part One8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Hes not real. It was all a dream.
Waking up with tears in my eyes and sweat on my forehead, I realized that my nightmare ended. Thank God. I thought it was about to get even worse, but my senses gave a jolt to awake. It was awful. Everything in my dreams was all that women fear. The loss of their family and their womanhood. But, it was nothing but a dream. And yet, it felt so real.
I looked at my cell phone to check the time. 6:30 A.M. Well, good thing its Friday. Ill be able to find out my math test results today. I know I did well. Im sure of it. As I sat up in my bed stretching, my little kitten, Phantom perked up her head and yawned. She stretched with me and came up to my lap.
Well, Phantom, I said as I petted her, your mom had a little nightmare, but Im glad youre with me to hold onto.
I know cats cant understand what youre saying, but they do listen. I got out of bed and walke
Reasons Why I Hate 4KIDSReasons I hate 4KIDSReasons Why I Hate 4KIDS8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Okay people always ask my why I hate 4KIDS (an give me death threats for doing so) so to be fair and to shut those people up about it I'll tell you.
1: Bad Voice acting
I'll admit they used to do a pretty decent job on this part but lately they've been doing horribly. If you've ever watched certain animes in Japanese then saw it on 4KIDS you'll get what I mean.
For one thing; the voices don't seem to fit. Characters that should sound a certain way just come off as annoying once the dubbing process is complete. For examples Shadow the Hedgehog and Sanji and Rouge.
Shadow is supposed to sound dark, mysterious, and slightly depressed with a little self confidence added for flavor. When 4KIDS was done with him he ended up sounding like an emotionless, anti-social, whiny bitch!
As for Sanji; he supposed to sound like a calm, cool and collected young man who is good with the ladies. His dub voice makes him sound like a stuffy nosed, pot smoking, moron who doesn't know th
Just a StorySunlight danced across the lace curtains and pink walls. Little Kayley Aine stretched under her goose-down comforter, and accidentally kicked her little sister Biddys ankle. She paused in her wriggling to see if she woke her sister. Biddys breathing remained steady, and a strand of dirty-blonde hair moved each time a snore escaped the four-year-olds lips. Satisfied that she hadnt disturbed Biddy, Kayley sat up and looked across the nursery. The crystals that hung on their ceiling littered the sisters toys and miniature furniture with rainbows. The big hand on the clock was pointed at nine. Kayley pouted and thought, That must mean Abigails running late.Just a Story8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Kayley was rather serious for her age, a tender eight, and felt that she needed to be. Her father was a Lord of the Irish realm (Mighty Erin! he always claimed, and Kayley always yelled it back at him, giggling), and away on business too much for his daughters liking. She