A Journey Through Our Mind So this is where we're at. We thought that it would disappear, we thought it would be brief, we thought that it would just “take a little time” when the truth was much different. What happened was a journey of self-discovery. It was a silent scream for help that resonated throughout the cavernous mind. It was an adventure through the darkest forest, the longest road, and the deepest ocean. Bloodshed, pain, scars, sorrows; we found a new meaning for these, meanings that others don't understand. They ask “How are you?” and “Are you okay?” and we want to scream it out, “No!” when all we do is nod and turn away. Our bodies were pushed, our will was tested, and our focus combated. We starved for food, or turned it away. We slept for days, or struggled to slumber. We aced our tests, or fought just to fill the circles.A Journey Through Our Mind in Emotional More Like This
Dream of a FutureAs I lay my hand upon your cheek,Dream of a Future in Free Verse More Like This
In the bed we share to sleep,
I think of climbing that mountain peak,
Of fears conquered
And trials beat,
I'm proudest most of the leap,
I took with you,
Open BookThe table of contents shows my insides in a flash,Open Book in Free Verse More Like This
Chapter by chapter, the story changes
With each page, new people
New twists and turns
The story progresses,
The tale continues,
Turning back will just show you the details you missed
Skipping to the end only leaves you with speculation
You have to read on,
Even when it hurts,
Even when you do not like it,
Because if you stop reading before the end,
The story dies
This is my story,
Bound in the cover of life and death,
Each page a moment in time,
Each chapter a part of my life,
Each act a stage of life
I am an open book.
Part Four: RageWhen doesPart Four: Rage in Emotional More Like This
anger become a strength or weakness? We all have it, we all have let something
get at us deep, enrage us, make us so angry, so mad, so… that feeling that doesn't come out as a real word, and it gets you that much angrier when you
want to spew it out, but you can’t. We all have ways to relieve it somehow,
some far better than others. Some resort to physical violence against others,
some just beat up, crush, or throw something around the house. Some put
themselves down, some yell or rant, verbally abuse someone. Some find an intimate
way to relieve it, release their anger by replacing it with passion. Some never
quite find a good way to let it out, and let it all build up inside them, until
they break down, shatter, and fall apart. And some are a mixture of all (or
most) of these things, and find themselves crying in the end… That’s me. I
break things, crush them, want to beat people up and myself, and I just can’t
ever find a way that
More To LifeLife,More To Life in Free Verse More Like This
More than just breathing,
More than just bleeding,
More than just caring,
More than just crying,
More than just loving,
More than just losing
Made from life,
Made for life,
Made to give life meaning
Maybe we are more than what happens to us,
Maybe what we do with it matters more,
Maybe the world is not against us,
Maybe we are against ourselves,
Maybe bad things happen, so we can grow,
Maybe the struggles we face are more than just failure,
Maybe there is no such thing as failure, but what we make it,
Maybe “failure” is the first step on our journey through,
Winter ParkWhen I was a younger girl,Winter Park in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met a real man.
His body wasn’t built for strength,
Nor his mind profound.
But I met a real man,
One to hold me all the days.
He had his own kind of smarts,
And he warmed me in our iced over park.
My memory of his care remains,
Even as my mind decays.
In our frozen land he still keeps me warm,
As I returned to that icy field.
And even as my mind departs,
His weakened hands still carry me.
As I return to his frozen grave,
I remember when we were young.
Part One: StandHave youPart One: Stand in Emotional More Like This
ever found yourself standing alone in the dark? Confused, disoriented, lost,
needing help, but unable to find your way, unable to sort your thoughts, not
sure what you’re doing or where you’re going, afraid to ask for a hand, a hug,
an embrace? Is it darkness of the world, or darkness of the soul? Ever gone
down stairs in the dark, and think you had reached the bottom, but when you
took that next step, you fell? I found myself on that step, about to take that
unguided, foolish step… But I got lucky, because someone else had taken that
step already, and opened the curtains that blocked the light to my step, to my
heart. I didn’t know she had already been there, standing so alone, until a few
good friends helped her stumble along in the dark until she found the way. She
was hurt, bruised, as would be expected of anyone who doesn’t have an experienced
guide. Instead what she had might as well have been a few blind men with a
candle. So when she foun
RopeWith just another inch of it,Rope in Free Verse More Like This
let loose, unwound
slack from secret stashes:
There might have been enough
sisal rope or
to tie to you
to keep you close
to form into a noose
(so you might hang around this time.)
Sonnet IDark glasses asideSonnet I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you might see my eyes -
At a breakfast of baked sunlight,
Filling and spilling,
As photons in rage;
Aging us one day at a time,
One cell at a time,
Split, one at a time -
Til we're glowing with growing
As stars feeding stars,
Our bones aching with breaking
To keep up with our hearts.
Pulling pairs of pulses dictate
Chemical vehicles, blind interstate,
And you, just as bright
In the dark as the light.
Not passively, as some stars
Who simply twinkle with the menial -
Instead, bursting; beating close,
Smiling easy with eyes closed.
With what tools would I be suited
To extract you?
Stolen, as only human thoughts can steal -
Separate, as we were built to feel -
Some silly certainty that
Our disparateness is real.
But no, not us,
We seem to know better:
Wrapped up in a feeling resembling forever.
So close, as to become unintelligible;
As given as your breath in my lungs.
As trippingly as the love songs being sung,
Ecstatic and free
From the tips of our tongues.
She Was LovelyDinner with guests was always a tricky affair to navigate. The guests were sat nearest to each other, to promote pleasant conversation, while friends and family were sat far from each other on opposite ends of the table. While Zephyr was perfectly aware of how these customs came into being, he didn't exactly like them. Zephyr was in a rare, uncomfortable, position within his own palace.She Was Lovely in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting next to him tonight was the eccentrically unique young King of a place with a very long name. The word sounded like some Rakselou gibberish, something the shapeshifters would say to make it difficult for humans and ferals to understand what they were saying. Thankfully, King Noreat translated his own words and explained that he was from the "Mountainous Lands". Zephyr was unaware such a place existed. He was also unaware that men could look so much like women up until recently.
King Zephyr sighed under his bre
Big and HungryThis moment was perfect; there was no way Noreat was going to let it slip past him. The King was locked in that hazy plain between awake and asleep, just barely aware of the world around him and yet aware enough to know he was no longer dreaming. Usually, this moment was annoying for him, but right now it was everything he could ever want. Noreat could feel Zephyr with him at this very second. The older man's big warm arms were locked around his back, Noreat's face was pressed into his lovers chest. He could even hear Zephyr's heartbeat drumming in his ears. Noreat didn't move, didn't twitch, and didn't even dare to breathe too deeply. This was a rare moment for him. He usually couldn't remember Zephyr in his entirety like this. Most of the time all he was able to recall would be the heartbeat, the tough textured skin, the feeling of Zephyr's breath against his neck. Great GodBig and Hungry in Short Stories More Like This
The Only Safe OptionAmbient voices, cold air, a flash of white in the corner of his eyes, that was all that Noreat dreamt of. The man felt as if he were sitting in a blackened room, staring at colorless walls waiting for a dream to start in front of his eyes but one never did. He could feel his mind desperately clawing for a dream, for something with pictures and color, but whenever he tried to dream all he saw were wide white eyes. What was worse was that the young King was painfully aware that he was asleep and couldn't rouse himself. It was as if he was lucid dreaming but he had no actual control of his lack of dreams. All of his body felt numb, his limbs turned off while he slept, and he had no way of waking up. The sensation was maddening. He didn't know what was going on in the waking realm, but he knew he should be awake. All he wanted to do was wake up, to see what was going on, to know ifThe Only Safe Option in Short Stories More Like This
Because he had been so diz
Small MiraclesIt was funny how dinner with Noreat had transformed from an affair that Zephyr wanted to rush through because he was uncomfortable around Noreat to an affair that he wanted to rush through so he could have Noreat to himself, in his arms, all night, in just the span of two weeks. The older King was rather thankful for the old seating arrangement traditions, since it kept his paramour close to him while his daughter sat on the other side of the room and seethed. Iridesia had elected to force Zephyr to endure her silent treatment and the girl had not talked to him for the last day or so. The old man was no stranger to his daughter's silent punishment at this point. Once, when she was particularly upset with him for something too trivial for him to remember, she didn't speak to him for almost four days. While it was vexing and it nearly tore Mayanna apart, Zephyr had markedly less headaches those four days.Small Miracles in Short Stories More Like This
But now was not the time to
Humbly SurprisedThis felt all too perfect to be real. Noreat never thought he would wake up next to Zephyr ever again. And yet, here he was, lying in bed with his long lost lover, as if nothing had happened. There was no way this was real. The King curled his fingers against Zephyr's weathered skin. The old man mumbled something and shifted in Noreat's grasp. Noreat could feel him as Zephyr moved his face against his chest, his prickly beard tickling his chest. An airy, almost cautious laugh eased out of Noreat. Dream Zephyr didn't have a scraggly messy beard. He always looked the same as when the two first met. Dream Zephyr was also never this thin, nor did he have bandages around his stomach. This was real.Humbly Surprised in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Zephyr wake up," Noreat whispered in his lover's ear.
A small part of Noreat knew he should let Zephyr sleep. He knew that the older man was injured and unhealthy a
Damn RomanticJust like before, the gentle drumming of Zephyr's heart took Noreat's hand and led him out of his dreams. It was so curious that one sound could both lull him into sleep and wake him. Noreat wasn't sure what that meant, but he knew that it made him rather happy. He lazily opened his eyes, unwilling to move and ruin this moment. The young King was comfortable with his face pressed against Zephyr's chest, his body curled up against the much larger and warmer one beside him, Zephyr's heavy hand on his shoulderthere was no reason to move. Not yet. The young King couldn't suppress a gentle smile from gracing his lips as he listened to Zephyr's heartbeat. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds.Damn Romantic in Short Stories More Like This
Noreat's eyes found Zephyr's other hand, curled into a loose fist next to Noreat's face. He noticed dark blue and purple marks on the knuckles. Those hadn't been there yesterday.
Backstage GossipMeg Giry, you little prat, snapped La Sorelli from where she sat at her dressing table puffing chalky powder onto her face, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth this instant!Backstage Gossip in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the opposite side of the dressing room, the little waif of a girl pursed her full lips and tossed a thick shock of long ebony hair over her shoulder.
I wouldnt talk that way if I were you, Sorelli, Meg sneered pompously, narrowing her slate gray eyes, The ghost could be lurking somewhere near.
The crowd of lanky ballerinas huddled around Meg let out a collective gasp, snapping their necks around fearfully to check for apparitions.
Sorellis rouged lips pursed and she placed her hands on her hips.
Your head is stuffed with fluff, do you know that? she shook her head, Does your mother know that you are spreading such stories?
I watched Meg draw herself to her full height (which was not at all an impressive
Haunted Chapter EightErikHaunted Chapter Eight in Drama More Like This
I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
The Holiday: Chapter EightDo you have the time?The Holiday: Chapter Eight in Fan Fiction More Like This
I blinked. Her soft inquiry nearly jerked me out of my stupor, though I still could not tear my eyes away from where she sat on the bed.
The only bed.
The bed that, in a few short hours, I would be frozen upon like a mummified corpse as I lay beside her in the darkness, a beast next to a beauty.
It sickened me. Truly, it did. Oh, not the prospect of being near Christine. That was such a heavenly thought that I scarcely believed it could happen.
But when two people shared a bed, there were rather awkward implications that the aforementioned people should commence cuddling and then begin to
ah cuddle more intensely.
I should like to make it very clear that my intentions are controlled purely by love of the deepest, sincerest kind. I am not a lustful man, and I have no right to be. Although occasionally, Christine dons dresses that hug her body in such a sinfully perfect way that I begin to sweat a little. Or I w
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Break AwayMy throat closed up at the sight of the old house. It looked exactly as it had so many years ago, save for several spidery cracks on the gray exterior, new, perfectly manicured flowers and shrubs that lined the pristine walkway, and chips in the paint. It was a lovely home, sturdy and well-built, the picture of flawless living.Break Away in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a ridiculous lie.
A very large part of me screamed in protest at my choice. Indeed, I could hardly believe that I was standing here, a prisoner to my past once again.
Antoinette Giry had accosted me earlier in the week with urgent news. Id reluctantly met with her in her office. Shed hesitated for some time before pulling out an envelope from her sash and laying it on the table between us.
Its your mother, Erik, shed told me.
Id immediately stiffened. My mother and I hadnt been in contact since I was nine years old, and frankly, I wished to keep it that way.
What about her?
Down Once More TranslatedSubliminal messages abound in The Phantom of the Opera. Some are so entwined in such carefully constructed, phallic metaphors, that it may be difficult to sift through the passionate web of angst and decipher the lyrics' true meanings. So here, for your clarity, I have provided a translation of some of the musical's most elaborate lyrics. The original lyrics will be italicized, while the translations will not. It is my desire that your next viewing of Phantom should be an enlightened one, and my sincerest hope that these translations will clear up any confusion.Down Once More Translated in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Down Once More"
PHANTOM: Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair!
(I am using hyperbolic metaphors that make me the patron saint of emos everywhere.)
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
(Have you, perchance, ever heard of schizophrenia? Because I think I may have it, along with a medley of other psychological disorders that would make a therapist salivate.)
Down that path
sheBeautiful, but she sees it not.she in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting there with no air about her,
suffocating in the once was.
The no more.
once appeared comfort,
in what truely was, couldn't be.
Needing time, space, lonenly.
That percieved as perfect... not truth.
So alone in her bitterness,she sits,
waiting for the return of once was pefect.
D. I love youIn the begining, easily felt,D. I love you in Free Verse More Like This
energies that made me melt,
when I was new to this
mixing of entities.
Feels as if we've never been,
anything less than,
What has always been.
I lie on your bed while you're away.
Contemplating the words I need to say.
These feelings inside encompass me.
As thoughts of you drift into eternity.
which way?The pluse of energy,which way? in Free Verse More Like This
once pure and exciting,
seems to be shorting out between you and me.
The drama high,
the newness low,
no longer flows.
The start was sweet,
and charged positively.
Faded now, by what won't go away.
The truth is never accepted with dignity,
but callouse answers, and hurt spirit.
No logic in the reasoning of doubts.
If you won't listen, I mean really hear,
then you only bring about what you fear.
Words come hard,
there is never an easy way
to make it clear, to try and say,
that maybe I need sometime to decide.
Yes I love you,
no I don't desire to lose,
currently my heart knows not what direction to choose.
I request your patience,
as you often do mine,
Please my love, give me time.
ooopsOkay here goes:ooops in Free Verse More Like This
Too much for me to take in.
Last night, well
Baby, I hoped.
The connection there.
I've had many.
I wanted to know what was
The passion, yeah, You know.
I never knew that
I could feel,
You surpass any dream.
Baby you speak to me.
As I say it's not important, and IT"S
The passion, the fire,
baby, that's what speaks to me.
You have opened my door
that I wish not shut.
So touch me tenderly,
But always let me feel
To youTo you I was drawn ,To you in Free Verse More Like This
not because of how you look,
although beautiful you are.
To you I was mesmerized by,
The sadness you forced others to ignore.
I saw it there,
wishing to make it all dissapear.
I couldn't go to you then.
It wasn't time.
You played to the crowd, and annoyed me,
Why weren't you being real,
Why not let them see?
Now I know they aren't important.
You were drawn to me.
All blessings and dreams
The union created, that time wouldn't allow.
Now I am your's and you mine.
I aspire to be a hepling hand,
To let you see
That I love you.
past's present, future's pastJust another day in the exciting.past's present, future's past in Free Verse More Like This
Eveything starts with the past.
Now moving forward, which will soon be behind.
this second present, now gone, and gone.
Live in the future, knowing it holds a past.
The past's looking glass, held a once dear soon near.
Sister's New Doll (2) She then began to plaster me with makeup she got from her little girly makeup kit. I had no idea what she was doing, but it probably made me look more like a clown. She then pulled my somewhat-long hair into two ponytails out the sides of my head.Sister's New Doll (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It hurt quite a bit with my hair being forced into pigtails with it not being very long, and I began to scream, not because of the pain, but because I wanted out of there. She frowned at me, and did something I didn't expect. She took out the ball gag. I was about to scream again, when she shoved a diaper in my mouth, and retied the ballgag around my head. When I tried to scream again, nothing came out at all.
"Dolls don't talk." She said simply. She unlocked the clasps around my feet, releasing me from the wall. Before I was about to kick her, she held up the remote, and I immediately decided to obey. She motioned me to the bed, and I laid down in it. She then clamped my legs to clamps on the sides o
Girl's Doll (2) The girls huddled together and spoke to each other in quick whispers. "Well, before we can do that, we have to get her ready." The oldest girl said. Once again, they all scattered. When they came back, they had all sorts of stuff in their hands. One girl began to brush through the blonde wig with a brush, making sure it was all straight and acceptable, but my focus on that was lost when I felt a piece of duct tape on my leg, and then get ripped off.Girl's Doll (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"MMMMPHH!" I screamed. Al the girls joined in, grabbing pieces of duct tape, attaching them to my skin, and ripping off every piece of hair. I tried to swing my legs or something to get them to stop, but they continued to rip off all of my body hair, all the way up to my neck. "There, no more icky boy hair." The other girls agreed.
"Mom and dad will be home tomorrow, so we have work to do." The girls scrambled off a third time, but this time they didn't come back with anything. I heard random sounds
Girls' Doll (6) "We should..." The oldest girl was cut off with the sound of someone coming downstairs. "Mike was here last, so maybe he is still here." It was my mom! She had come to find me! I started screaming into the pacifier. The girls started to panic, and quickly popped me out of the high chair, and even though I struggled, they pushed me out the window and into the huge garbage can and shut the garbage lid.Girls' Doll (6) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually my mom left, while tears streamed down my eyes. I was now stuck in a huge garbage bin full of diapers... My own diapers... I tried to push that thought away, and as I tried to get back to the top I sunk in deeper. I heard the lid open, and I tried to get to the surface, but without my arms or legs it was impossible.
"Great, now the doll is somewhere in there." The youngest one said. "I'm not going in after it." "Neither am I." I heard arguing. "Fine, I'll grab it, but only if it comes to the surface." I tried as hard as I could to wiggle
Slumber Party (2) "Kiss my butt." One of the girls said, laughing. I didn't do anything. "I think she told you to do something." Becka said, narrowing her eyes at me. I reluctantly knelt down behind the girl, and kissed her on the rear while her shorts were on. Everyone laughed.Slumber Party (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did you like that?" Becka asked me, smiling. "Y...yes mam." I said, then I put my hand up to my mouth. My voice was all of the sudden very high pitched and girly sounding. I then realized the metal choker around my neck had moved my voice box, forcing me to talk in a high voice. The girls laughed again.
"Aren't you so happy you are our little sissy toy now?" Becka asked, and I shakily said no. "Would you like us to demonstrate one of the punishments?" Becka said, and took a large dildo out of her pocket. My eyes opened wide, "Yes, I am happy." I said, and curtsied. "Good." She said, and put it back in her pocket.
I went through an entire day of endless servant work, and le
The Love Doll (Part 1) It had been a year after the last one escaped, and Natalie was finally ready for her next victim. She had spent that entire year perfecting her inventions and her devices, to prepare for the next one, and especially since the last one escaped...The Love Doll (Part 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was ready to find the next person to use for her. It was time to get another one again.
Best day of my life. Got the hottest girl in the world with me in a bar, I must have been in heaven. I quickly got drunk, and I tried to kiss her, until I felt something stab me in the leg, and I blacked out.
That's pretty much all I remembered until I woke up in a very dark room, with a bright light source from above shining on me, almost like a spotlight. I was sitting down in a slightly tilted chair, making me lean back a little, and I was tied to the chair by my wrists and legs. There was a head brace under my head, making me unable to move my head at all.
"Look who is final
FreedomFreedomFreedom in Free Verse More Like This
I can taste it now
But not just a taste -
So many forms...
Freedom is cold
As wind bites my bare arms
Freedom is vivid
As flowers bloom
And bluejays sing
But to me,
Freedom is also white
Like my eyes
No longer red
From nights spent in tears
Freedom is white
Like my scars
So beautifully healed
But never to leave
A constant reminder
Of what you can't see
A battle, a wrestle
A long, brutal fight
But one I have conquered -
Defeated the night
So freedom, you ask
What is it to me?
The place in my life
Where I happen to be.
SHAMEHow do you explain that sense of shame?SHAME in Free Verse More Like This
That causes you to drop your eyes
And build up walls in which you hide...
How do you explain that sense of shame?
That turns your sorry heart to stone
And forces you to live alone...
How do you explain that sense of shame?
That deems you unworthy of any love
That prevents you from reaching all you've dreamed of...
How do you explain that sense of shame?
Tug-of-warSo what next?Tug-of-war in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me what's next?
When my feet hit the floor,
Where go they go?
Forwards or backwards,
Future or past.
To love and move on,
Or to make love that lasts.
Seconds or years.
Are any enough
To quiet my fears?
Of spiders, of darkness,
Of being alone.
Of ending the day
With nobody home.
My fears of an ending
With no hand to hold
Of dying here slowly
Lonely and cold.
So my feet hit the floor,
Now what? Where to?
But my feet feel heavy
I can't seem to move
I'm stuck in the middle
Of then and of now
Stuck in the middle
Oh, how to get out.
I try to leave yesterday
Try to move on
But it's holding on tightly
And singing a song
A song of my memories
Of smiles and of tears
And now I remember
Why I live with these fears.
Hidden colorsBlack and purple, green and blueHidden colors in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep beneath the clothes
Masked with shame
But no one knows
Every day a new regret
With every bruise came side effects
A colder heart
And fewer tears
WIth no escape from haunting fears
Of hands so strong
A grip so tight
A pointless struggle
An endless fight
I swore I'd never be that girl
Who woke up crying on the floor
With man-made marks upon my skin
Left from a fight I couldn't win
So hide the colors
Shield the shame
Try to win this stupid game
Hide all weakness
Bear the pain
And hope the bruises fade away
Let's forget to breathe.Breathe inLet's forget to breathe. in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe in again
Fingers through my hair
Heat between us
Press in closer
Hands around my waist
Forget to breathe
I love you
Let's forget to breathe
The Paraphernalia BoxLittle Girls,The Paraphernalia Box in Scraps More Like This
Time to Scream,
Time to Shout,
Let Me Out! Let Me Out!
Let Me In! Let Me In!
Now Let's Let The Games Begin.
I Want To See All the Monsters,
See All Your Fears,
See All Your Faces
Get Covered in Tears.
Now All This Rhyming,
Takes Accurate Timing,
So Let's Cut to the Chase.
Let Us All Stand in Place,
All Close Your Eyes,
And Tell Three Little White Lies.
Now Count to Four on Your Hands,
And Then on Your Feet,
Always Remember to Keep With My Beat.
Now Pretend to Fly With the Birds,
And Repeat All These Words-
"Sleek as the Raven,
Sly as the Fox,
I Will Now Open Up
The Paraphernalia Box."
.SMILE.A girl was seen.SMILE. in Scraps More Like This
All tied with string
In an old, dark place
Where the birds didn't sing
Hanging there, she showed no fear
With face cut open from mouth to ear
Her face was pale, as white as flour
Her eyes were dark, her skin was sour
Her cut up face was stretched for miles
Just because she never smiled
Anon HateHave you ever gone on tumblr,Anon Hate in Scraps More Like This
And were greeted with a treat,
Of just a single message?
The thought is sweet enough to eat.
So eagerly you head into your message box,
Only just to see,
That your one new message,
Isn't as nice as you hoped it would be.
It's another anon,
Only here to say:
"Oh my god you're such a slut.
I really hate your blog.
You're really fat,
Your face is ugly.
You look like a wet dog.
I really hope you kill yourself,
You stupid, ugly bitch.
And I hope your body is dumped somewhere
In an old, abandoned ditch."
Now, you could just delete the message,
But instead you just reply:
"Dear sweet anon,
Ma'am or mister.
Your words do sting me,
Like a blister.
But I have to say to you,
(And this may come as something new)
Does not affect me in the slightest.
Not a bit.
Nope, not at all.
Your words won't ever make me fall.
I will always carry on.
Despite the hate,
I will always demonstrate,
That your words are nothing new,
I think you need to get a clue,
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I'm sorry if you don't
But do not bother to try and remember
I assure you that you won't.
Sorry about hitting you on the head
With a loose brick.
When we met I seemed so lovely, right?
But I'm really quite a prick.
And now you're tied up in this cellar
With tight rope and rags.
I just didn't want you leaving,
Because that would be a drag.
Now we're gonna have some fun
Together, you and I.
So be prepared my darling,
And do try not to cry.
I'll take this big ol' knife of mine-
It's rusted so it does not shine
Now listen here and you will find,
That what I'll do will blow your mind!
I'll cut your throat,
I'll take your heart,
I'll eat your fucking brains!
I'll hang your innards from the wall
Like vintage picture frames.
But wait a second!
I'm not done.
No, I have only just begun!
Next I'll take these pliers here,
And rip out all your teeth.
I think I'll string them all together
And make a lovely wreath.
Then I'll drain out all your blood