The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
I Don't Want To SeeSometimes I close my eyesMore Like This
And pretend i'm blind.
Though I can't see
I try to continue
On down the path
That I once believed was right
And though I know
That I have strayed from the path
That I have been swayed and moved off course
I will not open my eyes
Because I am blind
At least I wish I was.
I keep walking
And even though I can still hear
The sounds of the pain
And the damage
I might be bringing to others
Or the danger I'm slowly walking towards
But I keep going
I don't open my eyes
And I walk directly off that cliff
Though I don't see the fall.
Because I'm blind
Or at least I wish I was
Because I don't want to see.
I Don't Want To Say I Love YouI don't want to say "I love you",More Like This
Because my words will make it real
Make my love for you actual
Palpable and ,worst of all, breakable.
My love would manifest itself
Like a sheet of glass between us
That you could shatter with
The slightest touch.
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because those words don't show
The truth to you
They don't show how important
You truly are to me
That I want to wake up every day
And fall asleep every night
With you by my side .
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because you might return
the same words to me.
And we would love together
Our hearts growing as one
But tragedy might strike
And you might be taken from me
Leaving me with half a heart
And no one say those three words to.
I don't want to say "I love you"
Because I do
I love you more than life itself
And that scares me.
But I'll say it
Because no matter how large my fears
Or small my worries
I want you to know
That "I love you".
Death Doesn't Happen To YouYour death doesn't happen to youMore Like This
No, you get peace for eternity
At the cost of a single cut
What you don't see,
Are all those people
Left standing at your funeral
Trying to figure out
How they'll be able
To live in a world
Without you in it.
Yet you have the audacity to think
You could take something as important
As your life away from us,
To put our hearts at stake
And throw your life away
Because you can't take
The struggle of living.
What you don't see
Is that your life isn't yours,
It belongs to me
It belongs our mom and our dad
Your growing number of friends
And that girl you wish you had
Your life never belonged to you
It is a gift that belongs
To those who care for you
And you think you have the right
To just throw that away
As if our love doesn't matter
That we could be cast astray,
Well i won't be
i love you too much for that
And whenever you try leave
I'll always bring you back
Because your death doesn't happen to you
It happens to me
To our mom and dad
Your growing number of
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
AcceptanceMore Like This
Christine was in her pjs sitting at her desk studying mutant cases for future missions, as ordered by Professor Xavier to help improve her mutant abilities. Even though she was nineteen years old now, she still continued to learn at Xaviers School for Gifted Children since she has not fully mastered her mutant powers, according to Charles Xavier himself. Thats what it meant to be a mutant. Unless you have full control, staying at the school was important.
She glanced at the clock and saw it was 1:30am. She sighed, wondering if she was ever going to get done. Her eyes grew tired and strained to focus at the papers with her desk lamp as her only light source.
Just then, she heard a silent vacuum bamf noise behind her. She swiveled around in her chair with a smile, already knowing she had a familiar visitor.
A man stood before her on his two toes. He was a blue-skinned creature, obviously another mutant, with glowing yellow eyes
The Library PlotMy master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies.More Like This
And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of my time these days, plotting his downfall.
Oh, it's not like my master has ever treated me unkindly. Quite the opposite: he took me into his home when I was alone, a poor sad victim of the streets. He keeps me fed, offers me a place to sleep, has nothing but kind words to say to me. He gives me free reign of his household and lets me come and go as