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Glimpse of Pure Innocencethey stare at meMore Like This
when others look away
that single spark
single spark of innocence
willing to share
if only for a moment
a brief glimpse
of understanding me
in their all-knowing-bliss
so i smile back
Making our own pathsWe shouldn't follow in the footsteps,More Like This
Of our mothers and our fathers.
We shouldn't be the dog that chases,
But the cat that is chased.
We should make our own decisions,
Instead of people making them for us.
We should make our own paths,
But not ruin the paths of others.
We shouldn't assume someone did something,
When they really didn't.
We shouldn't accuse someone of something,
When we really did it.
We should take our blame for ourselves,
Instead of framing someone else.
We should make our own paths,
But not our own reality.
Contest-Free-Verse 4:55pmthis frozen heart of mineMore Like This
hurt so many times
frozen over with iccicles freezing my soul
freezing into my soul
i cant feel it anymore
stabbing the page
watching ink bleed
helplessly
trying to find an answer
as the mixed up conjugated
convulated words
come seeping though this
empty desert of a
wasteland know as my
head
as I try to see
the image inside of me
come to life on the page
i yell out
i scream and shot
shout it out
but not too loudly
cause i dont want to wake
these, other things
for if i think to hard
they will rise up
and their ill-gotten hate
hate and malice
malinformed, mal-aligned
misjudgemental creatu
Mommy should have killed meMommy held me downMore Like This
I swear she wanted me to drown
I tell her I love her
She just wants me to suffer
So I hold myself back
My sight goes black
As the beatings rain down
I hear no sound
For I am a boy, and she is a girl
She pushes harder, my toes and fingers curl
A boy doesn’t fight a lady.
She kicks me outside
I wrap my arms around myself to save my own hide
My face is pushed into dirt
She doesn’t care how much I hurt
Feels like swallowing a desert
I try to cry
And I beg ‘why’
I feel around
All muffled sound
Then I feel something cold
I drag it through muddy mold
Throw it back as hard as I can
Too bad
One Plus...I'm here again, once moreMore Like This
Battling things difficult to undertake
I close my eyes, deep breath before
I charge in with violence for others' sake
Done this so many times past
Eyes blur with memory's pull
How long can I ever last
When belly of beast is never full
Wanting that hand of a friend
brother-in-arms we are
Staying past the world's end
wearing last battle's scar
The one that I can trust
Singular hope which I survive
Pulling Home papers from the dust
Big breath 'fore final dive
Always more to face and contest
Survivial hanging by a spider's thread
To be like us is not the best
But we help heal hollow heads
Wanting that
Mystic I am a mystic. The very basic meaning of this word Is that I am spiritually motivated to seek divinity.More Like This
Every religion has a mystical strain embedded in it somewhere, especially the farther east one gets from the Middle East, the origin of civilization. The farther west one gets, however, mysticism in religion tends to be abnormal rather than normal, though it can be said that nearly every important figure to enact a change in the way the particular religion worked has been called a mystic, from Moses to Jesus himself.
So, like I said, I am a mystic. T
Spiritual Warfare Intro and Ch. 1Spiritual WarfareMore Like This
Prologue: Where do we go from here?
The speaker at West Point Avenue was like every other speaker. Strong. Bold. Persuasive. Holding his notecards very close to his heart he said, "You are all like lambs to the slaughter. Easy. Controlled. Ignorant. None of you knows what is best for you. Except, well of course. Me." The crowd was in a daze. Some were nodding heads while others just kept their heads down and stared at their unkempt shoes. It was quiet except for his voice. His voice is what pierced their hearts and made them believe what he was saying was the truth. That voice which got quiet until th
Is there a better time?The world had went mad and now they stood at hell.More Like This
"Shall we dance?" Asked the girl to the blue eyed boy.
"Dance? We stand before the abyss and you ask to dance?"
The blond haired girl smiled,
"We have no time...have nowhere to go."
"Is there any better time to dance than now?"
As the sky torn apart.
As the earth trembled and cleaved.
Even as the flames choked out the stars of heaven.
Two stood on the edge of hell and danced.
Obsessed with Stargate Sg1You know your obsessed with Stargate Sg1 when…More Like This
1. You are convinced doughnuts with blue jam are just really really small stargates.
2. You try to match Daniel Jackson's coffee drinking habits.
3. You attempt to insert little lights behind your eyeballs to make your eyes glow like a Goa'uld, but fail miserably.
4. All your school assignments have subtle (or not) references to the TV show or the actors that are in it.
5. You run around with an oddly shaped stick pretending it is a staff weapon
6. Whilst high on Danielish amounts of coffee you attempt to divert extra amounts of power to your printer hoping a wormhole would open.
7. You t
Chimerical Machinations 2Sorting It Out.More Like This
I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.
I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfather’s lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasn’t there. Sitting up, I realized that it was o
ConfusedLifeMore Like This
Love
Remorse
Things I feel yet cant comprehend…
Cowardice
Petty
Immaturity
Things I feel and can comprehend all too well.
Lost
Confused
Alone…
Things no one wants to feel… That seem to plague my very existence…
To live is to love,
To love, to lie.
To lie is to be discovered…
Discovered…and then shattered.
What once was shattered, can be rebuilt…
If ones will…is strong enough…
To continue, possibly alone in this world…
Are you strong enough to live alone?
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative p
We SayHey there in the darkMore Like This
What’s going through that little heart?
Trying a low new start
Now that we are torn apart
Heading to the end
With morals there to bend
And although we have much to spend
We say we've nothing to lend
Another face to pretend
Another empty shell there to befriend
And although we cant comprehend
We say its the latest trend
And forgot
everything
dear
And reveal
your
nothing
-----------------------------------------------
And the bland hits day by day
Til' false kings send us away
And we just say that’s ok
'Cause you'll forget us anyway
Now we'll find a way
Find a devil to betray
And they'd j
First Chimerical MachinationWhisper. Rush. Move. Go.More Like This
I have a small problem, you see. I sometimes have a bad memory, and remember things that never took place. Like for instance, thinking I had a backpack full of soda, when it was empty. Or a $20 bill I gave to somebody, but I never gave it. It was all just a dream.
…or is it?
Why is it that my dreams are so vivid? Why do I remember details so minute, yet can’t remember people’s names? Why is it that I remember things that never happened? And why do I remember things from dreams I don’t even remember having?! It’s all too confusing…like why do I have these…”episodes”? Why
The Other Place: Chapter Three John Foster awoke to find himself still slumped behind the wheel of his car, and he groggily ran his hand over his aching head, feeling the coarse texture of congealed blood in the injured section of his tangled mat of hair. He shut his eyes tightly and opened them again, focusing on the environment displayed through the windscreen, and he pulled himself into an upright position, hearing the steering wheel creak under the pressure of his weight.More Like This
The car was in exactly the same place as it had stopped, but instead of the bright summer evening he remembered, the sky was now cloudless and grey with the dim sun hardly visible, like a torch shin
CM 14Chimerical Machinations 14- My Own DecisionsMore Like This
As I woke up to my blurry vision showing me that I was still inside on the couch, my mind happily wandered off in other directions, not too concerned with having a tail, or whiskers that twitched, or having to put in a new order of logic in my brain.
I just laid there, in the pre-waking bliss, scooting up to the back of the couch. The ceiling stared back at me, simple thin wood (pine? redwood? I'd have to check it out back on Home which one) showing the early signs of aging.
I could do that, yeah...the thoughts drifted about lazily in my head. Build that, work with wood again...build somethin
