1) The skin of a fish is inside out. FACT 2) All fish are allergic to water. FACT 3) Fish have no eyelids, to clean their eyes, fish urinate on them. FACT 4) If you hold a fish upside down and hum the chorus of the song 'Good vibrations' whilst making sure the fish is looking at a map of Norway, the fish will implode. FACT 5) Fish don't breath air, fish breath childrens hope and dreams. FACT 6) Fish will only listen to a Madonna album if played through a packet of ready salted crisps. FACT 7) If you spell 'fish' backwards you get the word 'evil'. FACT 8) 'hippopotamus' is an anagram of 'fish'. FACT 9) Fish are telekinetic. they can move their bodies by the power of their mind alone. FACT 10) Male fish have 38 testes. whereas female fish only have 37. FACT 11) every 2.3 seconds, a fish gives birth to a kangaroo. FACT 12) A fish's diet will include the following; - Tigers - Whales - Passing Digital radios - Kangaroos (fish always devour their young, thats why you never see the water kangaroos) - 48 year old men called 'Peter' (the fish aren't picky about the surname as long as it doesn't begin with a 'J')
13) For every eye a fish has, it has twelve eyes. the average fish has 38 eyes. FACT 14) This set of facts was actually compiled by a fish. FACT 14) Fish don't believe in numbers after 14. FACT
My embers burn / A dark fire roars My suicidal war / A blaze of words
I wrote this for you... The old me really wanted you to read it To tell you the truth... Of how I came to be beyond broken
But I had to keep it Because I'll never see you again So my wounds remain hidden A letter deprived of hate, I forgave us in vain
I'm trying to undo what you have done Even if its just a placebo effect This is me trying to “move on” From this smothering resentment - Confessions turn into infernos You crushed my faith A villain disguised as a hero My lungs starts to shake The sinner is attending church tomorrow While this saint is endlessly praying for strength - My soul surges / A red sky clears My resolve emerges / A cure for tears
I've journeyed through the flames... The new me knows the reasons for your trespasses And the way you try and cleanse your internal shame You are the reaper of innocence
Closure drawn from a scarred heart I will not stay in your prison No more nights spent awake in the dark I will not serve your sentence
The raging fires in my eyes finally burnt out I will set ablaze the pain that was once bound And these ashes of yours will fall down ...Scattering justice...all around...
Even though I know you won't read this This is for you, Ash ________________________ Stock image - fav.me/d29apnw ________________________
This poem is written for my project, titled "The Prodigy's Suicide" In volume six: My Letters To No One ________________________ Check out my galleries below if you want to read more. Watch me if you think that you might like my work.
Câteva coroane, sfântă domniță? Câteva coroane, brav rege? Să pot și eu să cumpăr ceva de mâncare pentru mine, pentru familia mea. Să îmi schimb zdrențele de pe mine, să îmi iau o cârpă să m-acopăr. Dați-mi două minute din viața dumneavoastră să vă spun povestea mea. Scumpă domniță îmbracată în mătăsuri fine vă puteți despărți de ceva galbeni? Un miros de scorțișoară umple bătrâna stradă acoperită de o pătură de ninsoare și mizerie. Clădirile ponegrite se apleacă încet înspre mine parcă să mă sufoce, parcă să mă încălzească. O, tu Lună amară, pleacă să vină Soarele. O, tu iarnă, dispari să se întoarcă ghioceii pe pământ.
Hello, my name is Polaroid SX-70 film Camera product ID EPID73228850. You may not know of me, as I am now outdated. I am old, but I have lived a very long and fulfilling life traveling the world with my many owners. Nobody uses Polaroid cameras today, since the digital camera with portable printer is so convenient but some people still like me because I am as unique as they are. People think that we are just things they can use and abuse until we don't even work anymore but that is not true. We have feelings and all of our feelings are developed from memories on film. In my early life I was the biggest hit. My brothers, sisters and I were sold faster than the blink of an eye, taken all over the world or even just on family trips. Either way, we were loved and excepted with the biggest of smiles. While I was young I was taken to Japan to photograph my first owner Hector amongst modern geishas, cherry blossoms, Tokyo, and Mt. Fuji. He met a beautiful woman there whose name was Tobari Satsuna. Instantly in love but with no money to marry he moved back to America to sell all of his possessions so that he could move there to be with her. I was sold to his best friend Anthony who was mumbling about Hector's stupidity and that Tobari had married some samurai leaving Hector stuck in Japan. Anthony used me well, taking me to Europe on his vacation with friends and taking pictures everywhere. I was exhausted by the end of each day- I assure you. I saw London, Moscow, Paris, Berlin, Transylvania, Rome, Venice, Barcelona, Madrid You name a big city in Europe I've pretty much been there staying in a hostel with Anthony. Then the dark day came: I was not needed anymore. They had come out with this amazing new camera that blew me out of the water So for a long period of time I lived in a pawn shop waiting. I was eventually picked up, taken to Asia then dropped back off at another pawn shop. A large portion of my life was spent this way, bouncing around the world in different pawn shops until I was finally picked up by a young girl by just the age of twelve in Hawaii a few years ago. Her name was Lola and I never left her side, as I was her only friend. She took me everywhere and took pictures of everything. Picture taking was her way of recovering from her parent's divorce and the teasing she got at school. She was a very smart girl, you see, which was one thing that set her apart in Hawaii and she also had both very dark and very light views of the world. People found her annoying as she was needy and lonely. For a full year she did not have a single friend, until she moved elsewhere on the island and transferred schools. She made friends for the first time in her life, many friends, and good ones at that. Sadly they were all a grade lower than her and she had no classes with any of them. Every day at school whenever she could she would take pictures of or with them knowing that she could look at them later and know her friends were real. Unfortunately, she was also made fun of on a daily basis. She was tall for her age, and she dressed like a boy because of her low self esteem, but the other kids at school would notsee past that so her kind and gentle heart. She was made fun of so much she would burst into tears almost every day. It broke my mechanical heart to see her this way. She left that middle school to move up to high school, leaving her only friends behind and starting anew. She missed her friends but still longed for a best friend besides me. She looked everywhere but didn't find anyone who she liked enough or that liked her enough until one day she took a picture of a girl from a distance and knew that they would be best friends. Her name was Amelia and she was perfect. Never in my life had I ever met someone who could make Lola smile the way she did. Many pictures were taken; at the beach, at waterfalls, in front of Lola's house at 3am This friendship was like no other I had seen Then suddenly Lola couldn't afford film for my anymore and I had to be sold. She moved to a far away place and I never saw her again. I sometimes dream of her whilst I sit on this shelf in the pawn shop among the other cameras. None have had as many adventures as I, but they will in coming years. I, however, am aged. Nobody wants an aged camera, so I only have maybe two more journeys before my death. After living so fully, bringing joy to lonely souls, and traveling so much I feel like I could do it forever, I am old Sadly that means no one wants me. I can survive bringing joy to one or two more people, but nobody wants to pay for spare parts. Who knows what my future holds, but unlike some people I will be remembered. Why? My memories are on people's walls and in photo albums. My love is in each memory, and so is theirs. I have captured the good and bad moments, happy and sad moments, moments of triumph and moments of shame. It is sad to think that in the future I will live again, perhaps love again, maybe be put on Ebay, or even put in a pawn shop. Some day I will die, and one of my previous owners will talk to me about to their children or even grandchildren. I will be remembered. A cherished memory, and I accept that gladly. My fate is close being an old camera of more than 30 years of age, but as I have brought so much joy I do not mind too much. I am a Polaroid SX-70 film Camera, an old one, and I have lived a happy, fulfilling life. Nobody uses me today but people as unique as I am, but they have been the best people I could have ever met. I have traveled and gone from pawn shop to ebay to pawn shop again. I don't mind this so much, as I have met the best people you could have ever met. I am on ebay, if you would like to help me capture your memories forever.
I wrote this for my Junior year english class. The assignment was a biographical short story from the perspective of an innaniment object. I had fun with it and got top scores, but I feel like it could have been written better. Constructive critism is very welcome but please don't be too harsh with me... I had fun making it and can't wait to write more.