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stinging snow
grey clouds of death
my final breath
has come to rest
summer,spring, winter and fall
seasons of sin has destroyed us all
flowers resume, yet humans are consumed
we are suppose to be here, stricken with fear
but life has struck among us
all that is left is lust
the lust to live, survive and become a memory.
PotentialMore Like This
It becomes fear when you know that your never coming back
it becomes fear when you have to use everything you lack
it becomes fear when you have no encouragement
it becomes fear when you see everything you resent.
Secret Santa Suprise for Chibi-kisameTitle: Hot Chocolate Kisses and Marshmallow WishesMore Like This
Rating: PG
Fandom: Um…Naruto I guess.
Genre: romance, humor, drama, general.
Wordcount: 1,776
Warnings: None really…it's pure fluffy love!
Summary: When a snow storm blows up and traps in Itachi and Roraku what can they do to kill the time?
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters. Roraku belongs to the awesome, epic, adorable :iconChibi-Kisame: and Itachi belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!!!
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Emerald eyes were dull as they took in the sight from a frosty window. The world was a white, swirling oblivion. N
little creepy girlMore Like This
little creepy girl
in her little creepy world
creepy black hair
and little creepy eyes
little creepy dolls
sitting in her little creepy room
she scares the girls at school so they all run and hide
excepted one girl who doesn't run and hide
with her creepy brown hair
and her little creepy eyes
she sits and plays with the little creepy girl who none dare look at
they talk about whats in the shadows
and right behind your back
rigor mortisi know a dead girlMore Like This
and i want to ask her if she's
happy in there in her coffin
made of skin.
what i really want, though
is to tell her that she
doesn't have to be dead
if she doesn't want to be.
i want to tell her she has
been the jaws she can't open,
and has been the hinges in those jaws, that
she is imprisoned by
her own misgivings and
i can help her become alive
if she will let me.
but there is a solemn traitor
in the will, i should have realized.
sometimes, we are estranged
by the things that are necessary.
In The Nick of TimeIn the nick of timeMore Like This
Someone doesn't die
Another gets to see the sunshine
When closed doors suddenly open
In the nick of time
In a heartbeat
Someone walks by
And looks you in the eye
You understand their soul
In the nick of time
In a fantasy
Pawns on the table
Regard each other with trust
And walk off the board with majesty
In the nick of time
In the blink of an eye
I was lifted from darkness;
A troubled niche in my mind,
By your graciousness
In the nick of time
Thinking out Loud..Plaster cracking, roaches scratching,More Like This
existing in decay
Screaming, ranting, breathless panting,
symptoms of dismay
Subterfuge and reckless lies,
in loneliness I dwell
Of once so strong, as days were long,
is now an empty shell
Timid cries on wailing winds,
Yet no-one comes to see
A pity's cry, of days gone by
Please help to set me free
Smiles plastered on painted faces but hidden underneath is pain and desolation. Our todays are shadowed by our yesterdays and tomorrow may never come. We hear what we want and see only that of which we believe, will make us happy.
In our youth days go too slow, and as we age it goes w
Scent of Yesterday...This subtle scent of yesterday,More Like This
that takes my very breath away
Is sorrow that is so complete,
to stall my steps today
And yet my eyes are open,
but still I do not see
The beauty that is waiting,
right in front of me
Trapped within a space in time,
where love has held my heart
Scattered pieces on the floor,
where chance had played its part
Regret in all my silent tears
will shed such angst and pain,
With naught to win or lose,
but surely much to gain
As memory floats on butterfly wings,
held carefully within our grasp,
Within the nurtured soul we hold,
transparent dreams will last
And yet I cry
A Letter Lost At SeaWith each stroke of my pen I pour my heart upon these pages, only to have each letter washed away by the tears that fall from these eyes of blue.More Like This
I have to think that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.
And true it may seem like a stretch but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away, when I am missing you to death.
I try my best to leave all my wants and needs buried deep, but the persistent beating of my heart won't let me forget the love I can't regret, that lives and breathes for you.
Before I turn the key, before I fall asleep, before I drift away to fight
How To Be NormalMore Like This
HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER:
(In 15 easy steps!)
1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult.
2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you!
3. To be normal, you've gotta
This Art Is ShitIf I knew then what I knew now, maybe I might have appreciated my work a little more.More Like This
I always used to compare myself to the other artists that I would see, artists much older than me, with the training and the experience I didn't have. It didn't seem to matter to me where they came from, just that they where good and I was not. If I had understood at the time that someday, with perseverance, study and practice that I too might be ask good as them, maybe I might have worked a little harder, studied a little more and not been so down on myself.
Now I look back on a lot of the artists who were my idols, megabytes worth of their art saved to m
No, You're Not DepressedI walk through this crowded hallwayMore Like This
Brushing against beautiful girls and
The broad desirable males that lust
After the stereotypical sluts in leggings
That are a size too small. They know
So they starve themselves to stay thin
And put their daily smiles on but even
The most fortunate of the high schools
Celebrities could never be content.
They drown themselves in alcohol
And homework to forget the pain
That resides in their unknown hearts.
They think that no one understands,
That they're the unfortunate ones
With their drama and average struggles
Of everyday life. How could they see
Me walking here without anyone
To speak and
15 de octubre des 2010 2I had just finishedMore Like This
cleaning the house
the day you
kicked me out
it is only now
I realize
I left that house
clean
text message translatorYou say: HiMore Like This
I interpret: I'm acknowledging your existence.
I respond: Heyy :)
I mean: I love acknowledging yours.
You ask me: What are you doing later ?
I tell you: nothing.
You say: same.
I say: Let's do nothing together,
and you say okay.
are you my mother?This morning I woke up and wasn’tMore Like This
who I was supposed to be,
only in name, just a small word
that holds no meaning anymore,
and I stop saying it, today,
because coming from my tight throat
it sounds like a trapped bird,
not hurt, yet, just confused
and calling, lightly
and relentlessly
for home.
HatlessA hatless man bobbed up from the sea and asked the timeMore Like This
I replied that I didn't have it
The sky cracked open and a booming voice said
"It's time for your nap"
The man sunk back below the surface
I turned the paddle-boat around and headed for shore
It was too late to be out under the circumstances
Later, much later, a box was delivered to my door
In it was a beating heart
"This isn't mine" I said to the man with the box
"It was always yours, sir" he replied
Stamped on the box was "Consumable Goods"
"I'm afraid you're mistaken" I said
I have no heart, gulls picked it clean from my bones
Many a day's events have been swept under the rug since
TodayToday the sun shone brightly, as though the months of darkness were only a bad joke.More Like This
I walked out to see the world again, the cracked pavement, the slush, the green dumpster for dreams (full again).
Still, there was a warmth in the old bricks which had been lost. Cars and trucks made music on the wet asphalt.
My head opened up to let dreams in again. Binge and purge, the day won't last long.
Tomorrow or the next day the darkness will return, blowing snow and foul bitter winds through my clothes.
Tomorrow the ghosts will whisper again in my ears, calling, cajoling, saying "Join us."
Tomorrow maybe I will, but today the sun is bright, and love
A Note To MyselfJumbles and tumbles of words, mockingbirdsMore Like This
There's nothing new here, fly away
Find the edge of the day and lift it up
from the darkness
Build a city of dreams and live in it
Construct monuments to the Somethingness
The something that exists once you've peeled
all the layers away
Stop the yammering and hammering of worn-out ideas
Circling the same spot where nothing grows
Find the light and bathe in it until an Eden-like
garden explodes
Life, with a capitol 'L'
Stream-of-Unconciousness #2An alien moon came down to give sausages to the drowned. I was sitting on the fence between night and day when I noticed the unusual event. Soon there were black helicopters everywhere, SWAT teams, policeman cordoning random areas off with yellow tape. So this is it, I thought, the end of all things. But I was wrong.More Like This
Pickles were still in abundance, and dancing people ate them and watched it all on TV.
I had to go to work, but having no job I grabbed a pickle from the great pickle jar, intending to dance. However, mine was a pickled egg, which reminded me of the horrible country store of my youth. It was run by robots disguised as an elderly
Last One On Earth, Turn out The LightsViolet grass, coffee moon, death-scented airMore Like This
The wind above moves stars
but down below is still
The world is damp and treeless, lacking humans
but you and I and a thousand corpses
And snakes.
Oh the snakes
crawling through a grass minefield
Step carefully
To whatever lies on the other side of night
I howl at the moon
wretchedly
waiting for my mind to snap
Last One On Earth, Turn out The LightsViolet grass, coffee moon, death-scented airMore Like This
The wind above moves stars
but down below is still
The world is damp and treeless, lacking humans
but you and I and a thousand corpses
And snakes.
Oh the snakes
crawling through a grass minefield
Step carefully
To whatever lies on the other side of night
I howl at the moon
wretchedly
waiting for my mind to snap
Blue-Moon BrainIt stands in muddied water in a junkyard, among old refrigerators and VHS tapesMore Like This
Learning to speak Spanish, because the French have all moved to Italy
It wants to know everything, but it knows that nothing is better in this pressed-down space
Limos drive by with gloved-hand steering, no heartbeats in the back, elegant skeletons
Driven to high-rise palaces of defecation, seeing nothing but shiny diamonds
Its ear is pressed to the ground, waiting for the vibrations which will reveal all
They never come.
Faint screams are heard behind the laughter at the Senator's party, all is well, all is well
Howl if you must, no one will hear over the roar o
Sta.sh
