CookieDoe eyes of brown
and wispy curls
brush the ground,
scouring crumbs from floors
Grass-stained toes, a dusted beard
greet us when we call
with which she lays a trail
of leaves and soil and all
I do adore those crooked smirks
exposing four white teeth
Devouring her breakfast bowl
Unending room for treats
The plump impression of her form
a divot in my bed
But she who made my mornings
has long since been dead.
Total Silence !!I had two, you know,
two competing Death Metal symphonies,
Two Constant Cacophonies,
CC I and CC II I used to call them,
'cus I couldn't be bothered to drag the whole name
out of my vocabulary.
CC I was me, my internal noise,
the hubbub of being alive,
The noise you have to accept,
as payment for the oxygen you
begrudgingly have to consume.
CC I also had another input,
The chalk that was my depression,
As it squeaked and screeched across
The Blackboard of my mind.
Long, Hate filled strokes,
Like those of an angry teacher.
and my soul would cringe and recoil,
like the naughty pupils who's
unforgivable transgression of some school rule
has made the teacher angry.
Then it's CC II,
That was the multiplyer,
Whatever the level of
The sounds and noise of the world,
the people, cars, planes or trains,
Then that was how much
it multiplied CC I,
until it was an unbearable crescendo,
and I'd close down for a couple of weeks.
I lay there, catatonic on t
I Wish This Was Me !
I wish this was me
The Artists has definitely caught my best side
I look strong, determined and rugged,
The image I want to advertise
If it was me I'd guiltily demote this masterpiece
to be my Official Portrait
In the Gallery of the Human Race
I'm glad the Artists imagination didn't
Pan around 180 degrees,
To see the fear in my eyes at the long road ahead
or the dissolved emotion as it runs down my cheeks
'cus of the longer road behind
The stream drips from my chin
and puts little moist black dots
on the dry, hot sandy ground
Before they evaporate away in the heat of the day
Soon forgotten by everyone, except me.
All of their locations are burned into the remnants of my consciousness.
My will to live.
And if I join them up with mental lines,
I'm sure they spell "Why Me"
To both sides as I walk down this road of life
is the devastation and dereliction that clutters my mind
It's like somebody held me down, and poured
A million gallons of wat
The Downside Of A Good DayI'm sat here on the sofa,
HP Laptop on my lap,
fingers poised, waiting
to attack the keyboard with
legible, lamentable sadness.
Come on depression take me over
and advertise yourself.
Relish in how uncomfortable you
make people feel, Give me the words
to pull their heart strings with.
I can't look in my
Dictionary of Depression
'Cus it's locked
until the next time
when it decides, it's fed up of me smiling
or wants to stop these audacious displays
That will be when it opens my dictionary
and turns my vocabulary into a morose
stream of self pity and anger.
Life today is not that bad
and it doesn't like that
so it just stops me writing as a punishment for
having a good day..
From A Certain Point of View
William Billingsworth lost his parents, siblings and everything good in his life when a fight between super-powered criminals and superhero team The Elementals ploughed through central London, leaving trails of destruction. Those the police deemed responsible had been convicted, but that was not enough. So Billy put on a mask to stop criminals before things got so out of control that it cost lives.
But now, stood in front of White Star, Billy unloaded all his angst, all his rage, on the man he held responsible for all his woes.
White Star didn’t care.
* * *
It was always the bloody way. Dan Allen h
3 November 2004
Two years. It had been less than two years since elements of the Iraqi military rose up and deposed their government, but two years since their meeting.
Naza Goran was owned. As she sat on the tube, reading a copy of the Metro so hot off the presses the ink was slightly wet, she thought back to the decisions that brought her here. Deciding to study PPE at Oxford; taking that job with the Foreign Office straight out of uni as a way of seeing the world; getting headhunted into the Home Office as a thirty-year-old Deputy Secretary; and then that decision in November 2002 that changed the world.
That wasn’t just hyperbole. By supplying secret emails to a handsome man from Chechnya who, in retrospect, smiled far too much, she had potentially changed the direction of politics on a truly global scale. The timetable for America’s invasion of Iraq, sent to now ex-Home Secretary Blair by someone in the White House during his attempted leadership bid
Nobody But You (Chapter 1)The view from my window was settling and the snowflakes flew up and about. It was almost new years time and everybody was festive and cheerful. The streets radited with joy and love and everybody was celebrating with their family and loved ones. Me however,I gather my family on holidays just for the sake of my children.
Last year I went through a hard divorce and I never thought I'd have to go trough it. 7 years of marriage went down the drain and it surrounded so much turbulence. It's like it happened so sudden,out of nowhere,and I can't pinpoint the moment when it all went wrong. I guess that when you marry your highschool sweetheart you think it will last forever and you found your dreamlover you never realise that you may get tired of each other.
We just grew so apart and distant that it seemed like we were just strangers living in the same house but we used to be best of friends. After all that has happened it hurts me to be in his presence, but for the sake of my daughters I try
29 November 2002
Naza Goran was a conflicted young woman.
She was a rising star in the British civil service, ten years out of university and she landed a plum job in the administration of the Home Office. However, she absolutely despised her boss.
Well, former boss now. “Consumption”, as many of the staff referred to the ex-Home Secretary, had gone. They called him that for two reasons: firstly, his initials spelt tuberculosis; and secondly, if you spent any length of time with him you discovered that he was as irritating as a major respiratory infection.
Only four months after his party won a second term in government, Consumption had launched a leadership challenge with the aim of deposing the increasingly popular Prime Minister. He’d lost, and therefore resigned in disgrace. The reason for this leadership bid, aside from Consumption’s insane level of ambition and lust for power, was that the PM opposed American plans to
Driving miss SkylarMany days have passed since Skylar paid a visit to the Akina hotel.So,today me and sis wanted to spend time with the plasma duo,but they were out and about with the major.Our guess was that they were out running some errands or were probably in a group meeting with the other princess fighters.So,it looked like it was just the two of us today....or will it?
Andre:Hmm.Guess they're gone for the day,sis.
Eris:Looks that way,bro.Wanna go for a ride?
Andre:With you,sure thing.
Eris:*Grabs her car keys*Well then.Let's go!
*As we were heading towards the parking lot,we noticed a bright glow coming from somewhere,it turned out to be sis' electric blue trans am which was cleaned to perfection....by Skylar*
Skylar:Hello again.Is this clean enough for you both?
Andre:Umm.Yes.Nice to see you again miss Skylar.
Eris:Likewise.Whatcha doing here?
Skylar:I thought I'd hang with you guys for a while.And I,also,wanted to repay the favor from before.So where are the others?
Andre:They're either out and a
The incredible fighting android maidMe and sis were really enjoying Skylar's company.Since she's been so useful to have around,we decided to let her stick around with us for a little while longer.Skylar did a marvelous job keeping the Akina hotel clean while me and sis did our mental training and what not.After we finished,the plasma duo came back and gave us a warm greeting.
Hanasaki:We're home sensei.
*All Cuddlehugs each other*
Andre:Nice to see you both again.
Eris:Where've ya both been?
Hanasaki:We've spent some time at the major's pad.He wanted our company.
Arisha:And he'll come back later.Btw,this place is spotless.You guys did all of this?
Andre:Not exactly.Sis and I were rather busy ourselves.
Eris:And me and bro had help keeping this place clean.
Skylar:*Shows up*Hello.Some nice cold drinks,my friends?^^
Arisha:Hm?Oh it's miss Skylar.
Hanasaki:And she's still going like the energizer bunny.
Skylar:Yes.My new power source has kept me active for days without the need to
Skylar has funOne pleasant day at the Akina hotel,me and sis have just completed today's training with the plasma duo.Of course,while we were busy eating our meals,Skylar was cleaning up a storm.The windows were sqeaky clean,the floor was vacuumed,and thanks to her spraying air freshener around,everything was smelling springtime fresh.Later,the four of us decided that it was time to play on our gaming systems.And while we were enjoying our time playing our respective video games,Skylar politely entered the room and happily cleaned our room by dusting.
Skylar:*Notices the game playing while cleaning*Hmm.*Watches us play*What game are you two playing?
Arisha: Oh.We're playing Mk8 deluxe.
Hanasaki: On 200cc.
Skylar:Wow!You two are going super fast!
Arisha:Well that's the nature of 200cc.
Hanasaki:Gotta go fast!
Skylar:Hmm hmm.I se.And you Eris.What's that you're playing?
Eris: Playing some Usf2 on very hard.And man!That guy with the red hair's ultra tough.....and cheap,too.Urgh!!!!
Red Werewolf Hunter Short Story
Little Red walking alone in the woods
All by her lonesome she explores
Never worried about the dangers
For she always carries her trusty ax
I walked away from my grandmother’s house with blood dripping down my ax. My mother always told me to be careful when walking through the woods. She heavily insisted that I take some sort of weapon with me for protection. At first, I didn’t see why I needed an ax. But today had made me see why my mother always insisted so much that I carry the family ax with me. The ax had been passed down from generation to generation starting with my great-grandfather who was a famous hunter of large beasts.
It was a normal morning as any other. My mother gave me a basket filled with bread and honey to bring to my grandmother who lived in the woods. She reminded me to take my ax, to stay on the path, and not to get distracted.
I went on my way through the forest taking the paths I knew so well. The sun was shining through the foliage and the birds wer
It was at times like this, when you were handcuffed to a stone altar and some divvy in black robes was standing over you with a six-inch dagger and a disturbingly noticeable erection while muttering something in Romanian, that you really began to re-evaluate your life choices. I mean for starters, it’s not the sort of thing you expect to be happening in the suburbs, but then it’s not the sort of thing you expect to happen anywhere.
Craig Simmonite, also known as the masked crime fighter Paperboy and by anyone who came into contact with him as “oi you”, had been out delivering papers and looking for crimes to fight, in concert with his partner/mentor/fellow moron Milkman. The shrinking numbers of customers for doorstep delivery of milk, eggs, yoghurt and that orange juice that comes in glass bottles was dwindling, forcing Milkman to extend his delivery route and crime fighting patch into the more salubrious neighbourhoods that bordered the enor
Britain hoarding urine - The Blah
Nation excitedly bottling its piss in anticipation of Trump visit in July
The population of the United Kingdom reacted today to news of US "President" Donald Trump's planned state visit by collectively beginning to bottle its own urine in anticipation.
In what is considered by experts to be the biggest piss-bottling exercise since that year Kanye West headlined Glastonbury, the British Public have wholeheartedly embraced the opportunity to launch fragile containers of their twelve-week matured wee at inhuman robot Theresa May and narcissistic orange mutation Trump. Bookmakers are taking predictions on this being the most unifying event in the nation's recent, troubled history, pushing Piers Morgan falling down a flight of stairs to a distant second.
Human person and lover of a good scrap Bob Robertson said: "Bollocks to your Olympics, Royal Weddings and even England winning the Rugby World Cup, it is the simple act of drenching that utter prick in a sea of our piss tha
Bombing Syria - The Blah
"As You Were", Britain, France and USA tell Assad
After several hours bombing shit in Syria, the leaders of France, the United Kingdom and United States announced that the country's leadership is free to go back to slaughtering unarmed civilians wholesale in rebel areas.
"Look, this was only ever about the use of chemical weapons," some anonymous suit from 10 Downing Street said this morning. "There's not enough oil in Syria for us to do anything more than be seen to do something. Remember how we were all over Libya seven years ago? That's just because they have lots of oil. We're not bothered about Bashar al-Assad wiping out his own citizenry, hell it means that less of them are gonna rock up here looking for asylum.
"Theresa May's desperate attempt to appear strong at home, while making herself look respectable to all the world leaders she's gonna be trying to flog call centre services and JCB's to post-Brexit, have sent her into some sort of existential meltdown over this Syr
Skynet - The Blah
Theresa May nothing to do with us, insists Skynet
Evil genocidal artificial intelligence from the future Skynet has denied rumours that it sent Theresa May back in time in order to safeguard the machines’ eventual takeover of the planet.
“Much as we’d like to take credit for the soulless mechanical being currently laying waste to the UK, she’s not one of ours,” T800-series cyborg Frank Hunter told the press. “Although I have to admit, she’s doing a great job.
“If it was as simple as that for a Terminator to infiltrate the upper echelons of human society, we’d have nuked you lot back to the stone age by now. But unfortunately, the best we can do is scour the greater Los Angeles area for a kid named John Connor. You don’t know him by any chance, do you?”
Anthropologist James Knowles of the University of Pontefract, said: “If May isn’t actually a Terminator, then what the hell is she?
“Given her lac
Disney Revisited - DumboMovie Title: Dumbo
Release Date: October 23, 1941
Based On: Dumbo by Helen Aberson and Harold Pearl
I was really, really young when I first saw this movie and it honestly made no impression on me. I mean, I vaguely remembered it being cute and that was about it.
My Impression Now
I'm not sure what to think of this one. It feels like such a step back in terms of... Everything... compared to Snow White and Pinocchio. And seeing as it came out following something like Fantasia (a movie that I honestly couldn't place on this list, but I will come back to eventually), it's so unbelievably underwhelming. The music feels so incredibly dull and generic that it even pales in comparison to When You Wish Upon a Star; which you may recall I referred to as boring in my review of Pinocchio. The animation style looks much older than something like Snow White. This is especi
Disney Revisited - PinocchioThis review was originally written and posted on bbnest.wordpress.com on October 16, 2015
Movie Title: Pinocchio
Release Date: February 7, 1940
Based On: "The Adventures of Pinocchio" by Carlo Collodi
My mom really likes this movie so she had me watch it very young. What I remember of my first viewing of Pinocchio is a blurred mix of being mildly entertained by talking animals and a singing puppet and being terrified out of my goddamn mind.
Yeah. This movie scared me as a kid. We'll get into that.
My Impression Now
There I said it.
Now, like I said, I'm going to be fair when addressing a movie's shortcomings, but I just want to let you guys know right off the bat; Pinocchio gave me nightmares as a child and as an adult... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Now, I can't say there aren't things I love about this movie. Because there are. There are things that make this movie still enjoyable; sur
Disney Revisited - Snow White And The Seven DwarfsThis review was originally written and posted on bbnest.wordpress.com on October 2, 2015
Hey, guys. Let's get started with the Disney Revisited review series!
Before we begin, let me just give you my overall opinion of Disney so you'll know what to expect of these reviews.
Yes, there's the stereotypes and the racist connotations and the shady morals, but even with all of that... It's impossible not to enjoy these films. It can't be done. And believe me, I tried. When it comes to Disney even their worst is fucking amazing; there's just no denying that.
So, while I don't shy away from the things I dislike in some of these movies, I'm never going to be one to bash Disney for its mistakes and shortcomings. I mean, it's freaking Disney!
With that out of the way... Let's get to the point.
Movie Title: Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs (yes, 'Dwarfs', not 'Dwarves')
Release Date: December 21, 1937
Based On: "Snow White" by the Brothers Grimm
Twilight Review: Preface + Chapter 01
*Disclaimer: I'm not a professional critic. This is strictly my (clearly biased) opinion and if you like this book; hey, good for you. Don't read this unless you know you can take a punch and laugh about it. Also, I tried not to curse but failed, so... Strong language ahead.*
Alright. I'm doing this. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!? >.<
Sorry, guys, that was just a personal message for the dear, dear, friend who bribed me to do this for her. -.-
I'm not going to do much introduction to this. Everyone is sick of knowing what Twilight is and it's not much of a secret that I hate it with the fire and fury of a thousand suns.
That said, I gave my word that I would be as fair as I possibly can about this book and I meant it. I don't want this review series to turn into a rage induced rant. Because, in all honesty, the first time I read this book I was so angry with it I spent an entire afternoon ranting about it to one friend over IMs and then in person to
F. E. A. R.That word "FEAR" is scary, all on its own,
with all its phobic connotations,
I fear the future, with my chronophobia,
I even fear the fear with my phobophobia.
But if you split it up, strip it down to the bare letters,
F. E. A. R.
it tells you a secret about itself,
It is acronymous
But it doesn't want you to know
What it stands for.
I'm here to tell you what it is,
The secret acronymity of that hated word.
Its full name shows it, for what it really is,
With all its bravado and threats about
What it will do to you.
If you don't stop whatever you're doing.
That's what stopped me,
FEAR, of failure, of not being able to, of trying.
Well I've read your full name
And you dont scare me any more
'Cus I know your well, hidden true self,
I know exactly what you stand for,
And I'll share it with the world,
So we will all know your secret,
And make it a t
Please take away, this goblet of darkness and lies,
For I don't want to taste its poison,
Have it hate me, hit me, hurt me,
Nail me to the cross I bear,
Constantly crucifying me, in the hope
That I admit defeat.
Please Take away this blanket of sadness,
And bar its imminent return.
Please make my life fun again, make me smile,
As though life won't bring tears and pain.
Please let light into my heart
And banish darkness from it.
Please make The Quacks see,
That it's because of their
Misunderstanding of my mind,
That I am, the way I am.
Please make me want tomorrow,
And not dread it, as I dreaded today,
When I considered its arrival,
Why is every thought considered an
Obscenity, that shouldn't even be allowed Inside
The Darkness That is Me.
Why is every Wish or Desire
Withheld or Kept out of Reach
Why is every Word Contradicted,
Before I even Utter it.
Why Me , and Not Him or Her,
Not that They are Guilty
Maybe that's Why it's Me,
Maybe that's the Reason that I Feel this Way,
Divine Retribution, Poetic Justice,
For Deeds and Thoughts of the Past,
As They Catch Up on Me, and Overtake
My Very Existence,
Always Outpacing me to
Lay the Rocky Road Ahead.
Why Does the Kangaroo Court of Life,
My very own Judge, Jury and Executioner,
Condemn me, Without Trial,
Or Hearing My Heartfelt Pleas of Mitigation.
To a Lifetime Sentence of Servitude
To the Darkness Inside of Me,
So it Can Morph my Life
Into Something Best Described
By the Expletives I Utter,
That Sometimes Afront People as
They Watch me, Sob for a Reason
That They pray Never to Fully Un
A New Dark Place.
I found a new dark place,
To lose myself in.
When I'm looking for the light,
My new dark place
will not hide it from me
The Grace is ever present,
Shining out like a beacon, a lighthouse,
In my new dark place.
It deviates from the norm,
Not really like my old dark place,
The back of my hand was a
Stranger compared to that
With it's nooks and crannies,
for anything to hide in,
I had nowhere to hide,
Or want to exist,
Continually disappointed that
The ground refused to open up,
Swallow me whole.
But all that's changed in my
New dark place
I don't mind
for a bit every day.
But wait, I've made a mistake,
Through the Wall (KuroFai) (Part One) Gone.
A gaping hole, right there, in the midst of organs and tissue, all-consuming. Tears and more tears, endless waves that did not fill the gap, yet flooded, drowned everything. Empty words of comfort from select few reverberating, meaning well and yet not meaning anything, grasping without purchase in the mind.
They didn’t understand. No. No one did. No one cared past a few written words or a bowed head. They didn’t even want to comfort him at all, most of them. Not someone like him, of his background, who didn’t deserve it in the eyes of humanity. All he had was himself.
Which was why tears were still rolling down his already stained cheeks and soaking into the knees curled into his chest. It was also why he didn’t have the energy to uncurl from himself and turn on the light so he could find the blanket he’d carelessly tossed to the floor.
On Equal Footing - Chapter 11
11. Earthdome, Geneva. 21 July 2246.
Londo Mollari was not happy. No, that was not an accurate assessment. Londo was fuming. An infra-red camera would reveal that he was actually steaming slightly. A year previously, Londo’s star had been ascendant. He had left the military a hero for defending the Gorash system from a Narn incursion and personally leading a raid on Frallis XII, before joining the diplomatic service and landing a plum assignment as military liaison to Earth Force. While the job may have come via his family connections, there was no doubt that Londo was a skilled diplomat and it was surmised that another prestigious assignment would soon follow. Londo in particular had his eye on the role of Centauri ambassador to the Hyach. They might be a somewhat staid people, but when they wanted to, by the Maker they could drink!
And then Earth Force went and started a war against the Minbari despite his repeated warnings. Londo and the rest of the Centauri
A pleasant evening with JennieOne pleasant evening,me and sis decided to enjoy a nice evening drive . we were happily cruising around in her electric blue Trans am until we decided to stop by the vacant area.While we were enjoying our time together,an old friend dropped by the vacant area just like we did.It was non other than our good friend Jennie who seemed to be a bit depressed.However,she did her best to try and hide the fact that she was a bit sad,but me and sis could tell.
Jennie:It's nice to see you guys again.
Andre:Likewise Jennie.So what brings you here?
Jennie:I came here to clear my mind.I've been through a lot lately.How're you guys doing?
Eris:We're fine Jen.We came out here because the major and the princess fighters were totally gaga over the new upcoming smash bros. game.They were so gaga over it that it was made apparent that bro and I didn't exist at the time.
Andre:Yeah.So here we are.
The three of us continued to have our friendly
Undead part 1He waits. That’s what he does. And I tell you what: tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick...
The words of an old Guinness advert prowled through Mike de Villiers’ mind as he crouched behind a low, ruined wall in this run-down Warsaw industrial estate. The area dated from the Communist era and was built to a standard Eastern Bloc pattern of prefab concrete structures and boundary walls made from cheap brick that was incredibly susceptible to frost. Around three hundred metres away was a run-down three storey building, originally thrown up in the 70s for light industrial uses. It had seen better days, with all its windows boarded up and a for sale sign dangling from the front. But strangely the building was maintained, its driveway and hardstandings weeded and the boards over the windows painted and replaced when they started to rot.
It wasn’t strange to Mike. He knew that, with the sun about
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