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Defy the StarsI will defy the very stars in the sky to be where you are.
Mere gravity could never keep my soul at bay.
With thoughts of kissing your lips no distance can be too far.
Not even the four elements could keep me away.
Fate may form a different story at hand.
Destiny is silently seeking a tangled way to keep us apart.
No true love can ever been planned.
I will stay true to the course as long as you keep me in your heart.
My love hold on to what we have and what can be.
As long as there is hope I will not let go of what the future brings.
Someday for eternity you will be with me.
Yearn for tomorrow I will come to you on love's delicate wings.
My ears felt to be two feet from my shoulders.
The ground shifted beneath my feet
as I walked down the highway.
Pine trees drove their cars down the street
and honked at me.
My head fell off and I scrambled around to pick it up.
Meanwhile, cars swerved around me,
barely missing me.
As I put my head back on,
I looked at the green sign in the distance.
It had a left arrow and “DOWNTOWN” in bold letters.
Stumbling across the highway,
there was my fumbling little body,
trying to find out where I was.
I peeked over the guard rail and saw
a mile long cliff leading downtown.
My little body tripped back across the highway
and jumped the back of a truck headed in that direction.
The car drove down a steep hill,
I saw beyond the pine tree,
whose head was sticking through the sun roof.
The sun cast elaborate shadows across my face,
and the highway burned into my eyes.
An Autumn StarDark morning, monitor bright;
drowsy from drugs, weak and weary,
three a.m. sits uneasy with me.
I count pictures of you I'm not a part of,
chill of the moon falling on my shoulders.
It takes less time than expected.
You were so beautiful,
aloof and shining like a golden sun;
I cringe with each new revelation,
reaching out to touch your face through the screen.
Heat rises in me, apart from the cool of the night --
even with the mountain air on my breath,
your smile still does things to me I can't explain.
Maybe it's the medicine talking,
maybe it's the lateness of the hour,
or maybe it's just my imagination,
but I know things haven't changed for me at all.
You're still an autumn star I can't quite place,
just when I thought I had all the lights named.
Goodnight, I whisper, and close my eyes softly.
Think of meWho am I? A god? A bug,A parasite, A poison. Cut me up and spit me out Throw me in the fire ...But don't forget me. Whatever you do, think of me. I need you to think of me. Punish me, hate me. But wonder at my mystery. I am a goddess, tempestuous and fair A monster, heinous and disfigured Enigma That you will never understand. A muse, A saint, A demon. Hit me. Slice my skin and grind my bones Lay down salt in the gash Tell me who I am, please? But listen, rapt at my feet while I explain Wax poetic, A brutal presence filled with unwavering authority I alone can fathom the deepest secrets of the universeAnd you must heed, marvel at my glory, Lest I wane Your mind cannot wander,It cannot,It must not. I exist when I am everythingI need to be your everythingDon't forget meDon't let me be nothingI haunt, a wisp of lonely memoryA ghost,An apparition.I cease, I lust, I crave.I am terrible, in the grandest sense.A roaring sea, all fury and rage,A shadow lurking in the silence,Threatening to disappear. Don't let me fadeHold tight to mePlease, Please,Please,Think of me.
Poems of Majora 15. From Beyond this Realm,Poems of MajoraA Majora's Mask Compendium15. From Beyond this Realm By J.C. SolisThere are these places full of mysteryThat no logic or science can explainThere are these vivid and daring momentsThat just bombard one with nothing but painAnd our eyes see this and can't turn awayFor it’s from these horrors we can't refrainThose foul creatures from a land that's unknownCauses one's mind to be driven insaneAnd so there is danger present right nowAt these Monsters that stalk the realm at nightTheir bodies are frail, their minds are not rightAnd so give the people around them frightThey wander this Earth for a single causeWhich is all towards one little girl's plightThe battle to save one's own livelihoodWill last all the way till Dawn's breaking lightAnd so the Hero tries to stop their planBut their raging hunger will just not sateAs arrows fly and the battle ensuesTo stop this madness that they did createTheir dogma without pause, they will not stopMay the sun rise up before it’s too lateFor if failure was to come from this fightThen a Little Girl will meet a sad fateAnd so the battle rages with furyAnd neither side is going to give inAs the Hero and the brave little girlUse up all of the strength they have withinThe two brave fighters, though they give their allBear the accosting of these creatures’ dinBut in this fight, they are overpoweredAnd inside of the barn they are now pinnedNow there is no more hope that fate will changeNow there’s no more chance that this fate will veerAll is now lost, and soon all will be goneThe little girl will lose all she holds dearThe creatures lurch forwards with grinning gaitsThe red in their eyes as they now come nearAnd so, the little girl gives a last cryThat came true the coming of her worst fearsBut then, the rays of sunshine then arriveThe gait of light causes them all to fleeA miracle, a show of last reprieveBrings the foul creature right down to their kneesThe monsters all burn as they run awayFor the Great Ones heard the little girl’s pleasShe and the hero see the sun up highAnd their faces beam with a smile of gleeNo one knows from where these creatures did comeBut their plans for the farm have gone awryAnd thanks to the daring hero’s effortsNo innocent creature will have to dieAnd with his trusty steed to guide his pathThe hero gives the girl his last goodbyesTo march to lands that are in need to healThe journey that lay ahead is now nigh…
Ma femme est la lameMa femme est la lameLa mutilation de mes émotionsÉchange de sang pour sentimentsMa flamme nargue la larmeBonheur essorillée pour douleurLune de miel au sud du ciel
Dans mon boiseDans mon indéfini boisé des âmes perduesMon ambition a lentement disparuEt je ne progresserai plusChaque pas est davantage laborieux que le précédentCombien éprouvant pour mon squelette vieillissantDésévolution contraignant mes mouvementsMes pieds s’enracinent dans le sol marécageuxMes os brunissant deviennent branches et nœudsUn arbre parmi tant dans cette forêt des malheureuxCette terre me retientNon, je n’irai pas plus loinVoilà… mon destin n’existe pointJe sais que j'y resteraiDans ce boisé... mon boiséMon illimité boisé des âmes fourvoyées
Late Night with Olivedistant fires
light from a rising sun
we move quietly now
the baby is
a holding breath
The Good Ship FriendshipI cut water standing atop my Friendship's head. With droplets running down into the oceans red,reflections of the sun, mark the tides a crimson and beautify the waves. Waters are made winsome. Sometimes I drown under my overwhelming life. I walk over rigged lines on the edge of a knife. Just as I go under the riptide I deplored, there you are above me and pull me back aboard.
Ode To A CatBy her beauty surely awed,Her fur-lined mitten sharply clawed,Yet little kitten, Egyptian god,To hold her gentle paws and claws,I’d feel her fur glove.That lowing little artful minx,With glowing eyes and heart of lynx,Looking at me, purs and blinks,And would she, whirs about and winks,And by this she sends her love.Egypt’s cat goddess named BastetSleeps peacefully in her basket,When she’s not listening to your wishes,Watching sparkling bowled goldfishes,Or a pet caged dove.With me she shares my pillow, yet -I see her there, her silhouetteUpon the moonlit windowsill,Oh how it fills me with a thrill!And she knows what I’m dreaming of.She sees the future in a water-bowl,Just as midnight takes its toll,Her paw knocking on the brim,Drinking, sees yet-to-be within,And she knows what I’m thinking of.She twirls and whirls about and flirts,Putting herself underskirt,And belongs to a witch above.
Nouvelle liberteFlâne mon désirSquatte mes déliresDans mon imaginationFais ta place pour de bonHante mon espritSurgis, emménage iciLanterne mon crâne, ses ruesVictimise ma personne de tes abusParallèlementAgrée-moi comme patientLaisse mon être fureter ta folieTes profondes si secrètes rêveriesTa nouvelle libertéSera cet infini de mes idéesAutant, ma nouvelle demeureL’absolu inextricable de ton intérieur
Frozen Memories Of A Crystallized MotherTears solidified in her inexpressive soul.
Her crying camouflaged in this glacial drizzle.
Reflecting with the lost look, her vitality in this frosty scroll,
Summoning and germinating the sons of the abyssal.
In the most spectral loneliness, in this abysmal icy hole.
The gelid queen is tired of this indifferent existence,
Writing her letters with a sepulchral appearance.
In her fragmented persistence,
The afflictions of motherhood are interference,
Of a materialized memory, flourishing in the mystical coexistence,
Molding and designing the veil of ancient longing lyric.
Her dying spirit consumed by the ice.
Her anguish devoured by the apocalyptic winter.
Menstruating the descendants in this sacrifice.
Begetting the last children of whisper.
Procreated by the crystallized mother in the afterlife,
Descendants of pain and regret, in the uterine fissure,
Observing the last dawn, the dead maiden awaits, the crystalline paradise.
Time and Relative Dimension in Spaceinside of the blue box.
There's a will to explore
behind a padlocked door.
In the eleventh hour,
when the timeline seems dour,
we look to the power
that rings ever louder
against any doubter.
She has arrived in time.
Her presence chills the spine,
those committed to crime,
fear the blue box's chime.
Her companions assailed,
in relief have exhaled,
enemies are curtailed.
Adventures and glory,
both thrilling and gory,
will conclude her story.
Yet, from the beginning,
while space-time was dimming,
she danced through the epochs
The Book of Dzan: part 2Dzan
The Book of Black Dreams
Whilst studying with Trios, Dzan had an epiphany,
one that involved the health and theory of finite beings.
To mortals, spirits like Dzan must seem like a deity
who then might reveal existence's secrets and meanings.
Although Dzan had written the Book of Souls for traveling,
he had not intended to share it with another plane.
He pondered the potential in scrawling his babbling
into another book, to encompass knowledge arcane.
Trios suggested compartmentalizing his lessons,
so that Dzan might widen the net of wisdom he could use.
Trios made new over-complicated inventions,
of an academic nature, but they proved too abstruse.
Dzan decided upon a simplified curriculum.
He knew temporal creatures had quite limited life spans,
and seeds of information entered their ossiculum
with little endozoochory to the rest of their clans.
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Hark the Herald! Angels sing.I heard the voice of a friend from the past inside of the flames of a candelabra. The church was quiet save for the murmurs, misguided prayers intended for entendre. From my sad reverie I was rustled as his voice brought back a familiar comfort. Though it did not silence the church goers, whose unkind thoughts had left my mind encumbered, I felt the barest of smiles on my face. Soon his voice was joined by a host of angels. They spoke to me with unwavering strength, renewing my confidence in the faithful. I stood with the weight of the world lightened and made my way to the vestibule's entrance. I returned to my throne over the earth, my devotion restored to its attendance.
What The Fuck?When we were younger, you had a heartMade out of every gemstone, each colorRadiating a different nature of benevolenceNow, a jet black void sits atop of that same heart,Oozing it's hideous essence over the monument,Silencing love and understanding, and corruptingOur plentiful and unique futureSuch sudden, loathsome, and terrifying changes;"Nigga" became "Nigger"Trans is now synonymous with stupidityNon-believers reside a bit closer to HellDepression is no different from a crying babySuicide is nothing more than an act of selfishnessI embody all of these in some way, soWhen will I be thrown into the abyss?I welcome individuals of every background, soWhat if I grow close to someone who doesn'tAbide by your now-mutated criteria?Who will put me back together once I'mTorn apart by prejudice?Please, give me my old friend back
J'assassine a petit feuÀ ce dépanneur du coin, joyeusement je suis allèAvec l’intention de m’acheter un paquet de clopesJ’ai demandé d’avoir celui imprimé de cette photoD’un cadavre dans le sac mortuaire sur une civièreLa caissière m’a dit que cette mauvaise habitudeN’est point bonne pour ma santé et peut me tuerTout sourire, je lui ai répliqué que je ne fume pasJ’admire seulement l’image d’un bodybag bourréCe cliché quelque peu morbide m’inspire beaucoupAu partage et je me sens si charitable puis généreuxMoi misanthrope portant le masque du philanthropeJe fais cadeau des clous de cercueil à mes prochainsSecrètement, les gens m’énervent et j’ai envie de meurtresPar contre je préfèrerais bien sûr éviter la prison si possibleAlors insidieusement, sournoisement, j’assassine à petit feuEn distribuant mes blanches cigarettes autant que je le peuxMaman m’a souvent dit que la patience vient à bout de toutDonc j’attends que ces connards s’étouffent avec leur bâtonLeur bâton king size de tabac greffé d’un filtre empoisonnéPuis je rêve au jour où je serai unique dans mon petit mondeMais je ne suis guère fripouille comme certaines entreprisesQui font payer leur clientèle courant après un cancer mortelJe débourse de ma poche pour reluquer les gens s’intoxiquerCar lorsque je serai seul, l’argent me sera inutile vous savez
Le mot a la modeEt hop! on place le p’tit mot à la modePour faire devant la caméra son intellectuelUn mot ressurgissant selon l’épisodeSelon les mœurs, l’époque ou le personnel«Problématique» est aujourd’hui le mot tendanceDont ceux l’utilisant ne connaissent la définitionEmployé à outrance lors des visioconférencesComme dans tout bon bulletin d’informationUn mot magique pour dénoncerÀ inscrire sans faute sur la listeDes mots congruents des nouveaux députésAfin de l’utiliser aux micros des journalistesBien malin celui qui réussira à prédireCe mot de passe tendance du prochain dix ansLe suivant à vouloir sauter du toit pour mourirDû à sa surexploitation pour avoir l’air pertinent
Le matchUne autre qui veut s’essayerLa caissière du supermarchéElle me dévisage avec ses yeux blasésPrend son air le plus bêteLe commentateur surexcitéCrie que ce sera un combat sans merciEn s’arrachant les cheveux de sa couronne friséeL’analyste frénétique juste à côtéNe peut qu’approuverJe fais la gueuleElle fait fort la moueJe laisse la gravité tirer vers le bas mes jouesElle m’envoie un regard furieuxAvec ses mesquins petits yeuxMais les coins de ma bouche flèchent vers le basDe son cotéElle exagère les plis au-dessus de sa lèvre supérieureCes minces plis parallèles qu’ont les femmesRendues à un certain âgePar contre mes bajoues n’ont pas dit leur dernier motLeur poids pousse ma barbe vers le solEt mon rictus inverséPratiqué pendant des annéesEst pour tout le monde difficile à regarderEn plus j’ai déjà l’air méprisantEt pas juste de temps en tempsElle me donne mon changePuis me tourne le dosC’est qu’elle déclare forfaitMon fatal dernier move était le plus beauDommageOn aurait pu continuerC’était tellement serréLe commentateur et l’analyste qui sont énervésComme si j’avais gagné la coupe StanleyHurlent à l'intercom que c’est ma dixième victoire de fileLe gérant de l'épicerie leur arrache le micro des mainsJe débouche mon Kiri Cola et prends une gorgéeI' est flatJe fais encore plus la gueulePayant son Mr. Freeze 37 cents en spécialLe commentateur défait sa cravate bruneÀ cause du café froid renversé dessusL’analyste gratte son changePour acheter sa canne de spaghetti Sans Nom à 99 centsTraînant ma ceinture de championJe rentre pour m’entrainer un peuEn vue de mon match de demainContre la bibliothécaireElle est forte mais elle n’est pas dans ma ligueParce qu'i’ a pas plus air bête que moiJe vais nettement gagner à nouveauPendant que les deux cons qui m'accompagnentVont gueuler la description de ma victoireÀ l'intercom d'une biblio à l'atmosphère silencieuse
Joue-la safeRetire tes mainsDe sur ses seinsLaisse-la enleverSon soutien-gorge paddéUne fois qu’il sera sur le litContinue donc à le taponnerCe chic soutien-gorge paddéCar il ne risque point de te traîner en courDans quelques annéesEt de toute façonCe soutien-gorge paddéFait 75% du sein tant désiréNonIl n'y a pas à hésiter
The Fantasies that keep Us Whole (Poem)The Fantasies that keep Us WholeRemastered Version By J.C. SolisSome odd fetish or desireWe wish to sink our bodies inTo forget our atrocious pastAnd therefore find peace withinBut one thing to rememberIs that the cord does run thinFor no Fantasy lasts foreverAnd no true solace comes from sinBecause Fantasy is a lieBut so precious to our joyAs the heart fills with happinessWe wish to continue to enjoyBut one thing to rememberLife does follow no set ployAs it's nature does unravelThat it should not be plainly toyedYet though the matter is justIt's consequence we can't copeBecause the Dark is always lurkingAnd is hard for us to elopeYet within our wavering heartsWe must still maintain our hopesThat one day suffering will endAnd won't fall down a downward slopeThe false realities we delve inOffer no true solace for us to sateThese drawings, games and songsOur creations we view as greatFor art can soothe the soulAnd placate growing hateBut one thing it will not doIs keep us from our fateFor though we try to hide awayWe cannot escape this painThat course through our frail bodiesAnd so drive our minds insaneThe fantasy ahead of usOffers shelter from heavy rainBut then we become addictedAnd from this lie we can't refrainWe delve right in head first to seeTo let our minds start to break freeWe look at worlds, at lives, at loveWe look at what we wish to beWe delve in erotic love and sexWe consume all of this with gleeWe delve right in and don't look twiceWe think we are in ReverieBut once we are ripped awayWe see how the world really isWe see the sun and polluted airWe no longer are in ignorant blissOur lives so full of pain and strifeWe wish to feel fantasy's kissBut this is our real and only lifeFantasy won't get as real as thisWe read our books in page by pageWe listen to all these rhythmic songsWe watch TV to laugh and cryWe watch movies that are quite longWe play our games on TV screensWe feel that nothing can go wrongBut we are escaping to fantasyTo find somewhere we can belongBut this is just a LieWhat is not really thereFor this is our Real livesWhat we now come to bearWe grow so very solemnAt this real and choking airThat we wished to find happinessThe only thing that we now careThe fantasy we delve inDoes nothing except tryTo help us keep from thinkingOf the day in which we dieAs the Fantasy fades awaySo then we begin to cryBecause we lived Life in a dreamA Reality that was a Lie...
Die Like An AnimalYou make me hide in the forest ‘Cause that’s where people don’t live Can stay calm only when there’s nothing That would remind me of belonging to them That’s what you have done You make me hide like a criminal Every condemning eye gaze Might be a reason to murder and slaughter me It’s not safe to try to fit in Somebody’s goint to understand anyway I’m not one of them despite my human looks I wander between the branches Not knowing what’s behind them Every animal staring just runs away They’re as scared as me Meeting a stranger If there’s someone to kill me It’s out of a huge hunger If I die then not because of your hate Don’t want to die as your victim Better die like a prey Far away from you people Have started to love myself more Forest asks nothing but a strenght from you If you’re strong enough you live No affairs to gain money No role plays to please those who might kill Pure coexistence of the various life forms Unaware of tomorrow, what tomorrow will bring Say that I’m crazy My best friend’s an animal Won’t understand my story But will see that I’m wounded Each morning will wait for me ‘Cause we help each other To survive and heal To not die in the forest The day I meet people again Will be the day I am full of fear You make me hide and avoid normal life As if being slightly different would be a deathly crime I’m just a human, but you casted me out Now I’ll die like an animal Not like one of you...
The Basement of Babel Billions of voices, it's terrific Continously twisting as they all whisper something different Some got a heart blooming so loud You can feel the glow from a distance Others are cold to the touch like a lizard No cohesive narrative its all fragments in the rubble Sometimes its crystal clear Then it distorts like a dirty puddle When you stare into it till nothing stares back anymore The decibels of crying and the decibels of laughter are the clashing polyphonics that color the sound collages we exist between That we can keep both instruments in tune is a beautiful dream There is traditionalist fretting and modern ways of doing shit and with perspective on both you'll stop caring for half of it Yet wherever the genius sits there is an half wit adjacent that makes him feel stupid as his train of thought leaves the station for the wasteland And you wanna smack all these people for turning old bridges into loose ends but you're abode is on the other side of the boot camp, It's a hassle And it's silly And it's spastic And we talk in circles cause our tongue 's that elastic We fail to notice binary turning into fractals...
on the existence of free willLaplace's demon is missing some piecesAnd I've tossed free will in the same box as Schrödinger's catRetroactive measurements of 'what ifs' sum up to all or naught Lest we forget Chaos Theory still aboundsOur choices may not be entirely ours, but are ours to make entirelySurely we didn't create the ocean, but once in deep enough we either swim or dieNothing, conception, incubation, birthday parties, saying goodbyeEndless sleep in the blink of an eye rolling back in a head crowned with borrowed timeAre you capable of treading water?If you do so long enough, will you learn how to swim?Will your muscles memorize a way to keep their host aliveCall it innate or fate or whatever to placate, yetChoices are choices are choices, decideBalance from here to the Big Bang and back againTime exists only in the confines of the mindIllusionism feigning a band aid against a cosmic cannon holenonethelessthe universe fails to ceaseits vacuum silencing nonsensical Fatalist entitlement a while longerHurtling beyond what we know to what we cannot yet comprehendPouring over the edge of human understanding Into the inky blank abyss of light swallowing matters of darkLamenting that we make the rules, the earth is flat, the sun revolves around usWith no cognition of our true existence, with no grasp on the functionality of our own epicenters we blindly point fingers in to the ether and scream "no fair!"Perspective is free will, the freedom of one to experience their singular journey through this life as only their unique chemical make-up makes possibleIndividualism allows for the concept of free will and a square can be a rectangleWe make decisions independent in our brain's electricity, lit signal soup deciding to decidelet us relish in this benevolent beauty of our atomic humanityMeet me at the corner of Compatibilists and Moral Particularism,I'd love to get a coffee and hear your views on luck
She is eating HerListen, I really ain't one to kick the spring in your step Or paint a perfect gift as an obvious trap I know ugly shit paves the way to beautiful things We all deserve love in spite of dents in our wings We all need compassion for our open wounds and our kinks but I fear... It seems some shudder to thinkAbout how no one wants to kill the host Even if they rot their flesh, suck the blood, errode the bone, In their own way they do what they do cause they have to, wouldn't you? How many lovers threw knives at the roof over their head till the whole thing collapses?I bet if fire could, it would weep about the ashes.I mean, what else can I say?I can't just watch an ivy grow and rue the decay, but neither chop down a personLike it's the same shrub gone astrayNot even if I want to save someone from harm that I am watching shedding fiber by the day as love became a labor with a crooked posture and an ignorant smile of best intentions. The back only bends one way and not that far but I don't feel like I can even find the words to throw at deaf ears coasting on such sweet harmonies and little moments of great emotions the she can't stop swaying and dancing to a serenade that can never be loud enough. As she keeps spinning around a weight she can not lift but itches to bare I smell the lactic acid on her and I feel a stone in my gut. I see the day when she'll deglove at the touch and pronounce how much more she'll give up because some trances just become so fucking normal that all you can do is watch as the car keeps crashing so devastatingly slowly.So I'm a helpless lense observing this trip into the basement of the haunted house on fire, Where they smile at each other with lips drenched in honey And they kiss so pationetly that neither could sense the gruesome nature Of the scene She is eating her
For a momentI was a kite with no string A flowing, amorphous cloth floating at the whim of the winds of my mind. I tumbled through tornadoes, spinning in spirals Until I flew headfirst into a gnarled tree branch. I've flown high in the night sky in search of stardust, Chased comets and caressed the moon. I cumulonimbus-catapulted through the fleeting forms of clouds Head unbowed to the reality that gravity Pulls downward. I started staring contests with the sun. Blinded, Corneas singed, Melted pupils dripping down my cheeks, Unable to look away For fear of missing a single solar flare. I would have dipped my toes into a black hole if I had found one Just to feel that kind of cold burn my skin. I've skated along the edge Of an event horizon And lost sight of the world, Trapped in vortex after vortex, Time after time. But you, You came into my life in another dimension. You leaped toward the sky just as I dove toward the earth, And we met somewhere in the middle. Our beings tangled up and crossed over, Our electricity shocked me more than lightning clashes ever could. The bridges of our noses locked together like magnets As our lips brushed softly, Then pushed fiercely into one another. We inhaled each other's air like it was our last breath. Your eyes and mine formed a tunnel, A portal between worlds. My heartstrings morphed with yours And formed a lifeline. I am a kite Still wishing on shooting stars and dancing on moonbeams But you held the string For a moment....
choicesI don’t know about you yet,But I can only breathe when the street lights are onAs the darkness of the city hitsI love the disorderliness of the beginning so much so that I, Carry it with me in my hair Keep it as a secret on my body Bring it to life through my spirit I give birth to chaos.I try relentlessly to ease my loneliness with the crowds of the city “What more could make you think about the choices than a highway?”I’m driving to the eternityI conquer the freedom at the borders of the cityIn the darkness of your eyesIn the silver paleness of your faceIn the contradiction between your eyes and your faceFor the first time in my life,I don’t want anything more.I don’t think about the choices.Take me as I am, I want to let myself go -to you-
Terminal MemoryLost in the eons of the universe.
Tortured in the eternal curse.
Compared with the smallest particles.
Vanished in the dimensional surfaces.
While the old memories twitch.
I see you my beautiful and precious witch.
Your eyes are reflected in this inhospitable and desolate bridge.
In which our tracks were eaten away.
Reflecting the desires of tomorrow again.
Goddess taciturn of perfumed curls.
Her hair is like a mantle of pearls.
Nutrient of souls,
So fragile and strong.
Her crystalline tears recreate the extinct lands.
She shapes the future of old civilizations with her hands.
Germinating a dying world consumed by the wrath.
Even knowing the abyss would burn her path...
Even if it's only an ephemeral time,
let me feel in this prime,
The beauty of your energy again,
In my arms in this last farewell.
In these last moments...
My vitality has been forsaken.
For the cold of so many laments.
Observing the last ashes from the maiden.
At great dying distance, I can contemplate.
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Poems of Majora 14. Spring,Poems of MajoraA Majora's Mask Compendium14. Spring By J.C. SolisDeath is always a constantIn the blowing breeze of FateAs our lives now carry forwardsWith anticipation that won't sateThe air is now much warmerAnd so Spring has now arrivedThe mountians have now been savedThe people will now surviveThe flowers bud and reminisceOn this miracle of the seasonsThis arrival does now beckon forNew Hope to now believe inAnd so the people cheer and praiseThat a bargain was a successOn this New Morn of snowmeltWhich the Gods had already blessedFor a new season of change has comeAs the Mountains now bloom in greenFor this is the sacred promiseFrom which all of its people weanFor this is the Time where people rejoiceWhere they cheer around and raise their voiceThe air is warmer, the sun is highThough aother doom is still lurking byFor though the mountains have been savedThe whole Land is still set to dieThe Moon still lingers in the airSalvation's chance is still awryAnd as sad as this fate must beThe Cold Embrace will soon returnAs Time must again now rewindBefore the world will start to burnBut the flowers offer a little reprieveIt is still not yet too lateTo change this world, to stop this plightTo change this Terrible FateAnd the Flowers will soon again returnFor there is no need to feel WoeThe Bargain made will still be keepedAs was this promise made as soThe Oath to save these lands aroundHas not yet started to falterThere is still Hope on the horizonFor Fate to now be alteredAnd so another God is freeAnd so right now the Land's in gleeFor Spring flowers bud and bloom aroundAs the mountains bask in Reverie...
the other #1Learning how to eat again,Use the tools againI’m like a babyFriends laugh at meBut I still have my Turkish coffeeWith no sugar, pleaseAlien to your worldHeimatlos to your stateOther to youHow would you love me if I told you,I am nothing like you-Yes, we do ride camels and I was a ninja with three hits and a huge trash bag,Oh and I, survived several terrorist attacks, for real-But noI’m just the same as youTrying to fill the emptiness with the“ghosts of my life”Escape the void with temporary temptationsBroken, beaten and crumpled like youBlue light on our faces will kill the darknessHold my hand so our hearts will find the abundanceOf love
New QuestionImagine being in the presence of GodRight after dying, then being asked by HimWhat path you'd prefer to take; of course,He flawlessly explains each of your choicesHeavenEternal paradise with your loved ones,Away from all hardships, and neverHaving to fear death againPurgatoryA chance to better your very soul throughBrutal yet fruitful trialsReincarnationBeing born anew with the most vitalBits of wisdom, having another slateTo form more bonds and help improveThe dying worldNothingnessHaving yourself wiped from existence;No life, no death, no more chaptersTo your storyLeave it up to HimGiving God the power to decide what'sNext for you; either out of a lack of trustIn yourself or a great deal of trust inThe AlmightyTake a moment to ponder
A Destructive SystemWanna know why our children are so
Unmotivated to learn?
It's because they're not only being forced to learn
About things that are completely useless and not even
Interesting to them, but they're also not being allowed to
Explore different methods of learning
Wanna know why our teens are so
Unmotivated to start taking care of themselves?
It's because they were being taught about mitochondria,
The dark triad personalities, the difference between biotic and abiotic,
And wars throughout human history that could have easily been avoided
Instead of being taught how certain work environments function and
How to spend money wisely
Wanna know why your child already thinks that
They're going to fail life?
It's because their "teachers" are constantly telling them that they're
Lazy, disrespectful, and sometimes even stupid
Wanna know why teens focus more on sex and partying
Than their education?
It's because there is no education
Only data that will never be put to use
And will eventually disappe
Devil's Triangle - Screen Distractions 3.1May 11 202X
@ modthebod: @ all I’ve got confirmed news. Sandra’s doing part-time teaching in some small town. Here’s the pic.
@ mr-drake: goddamn I’m hot for teacher, man. she makes me wanna go back to school. if i coulda, i’d go to that school and pretend to be her student just for a peek of that ass.
@ sansan4ever: ?!?! She’s teaching?! Holy shit, I never imagined that. What’s she doing there anyway? Is she like on hiatus? Not coming back? I’m like filled with questions.
@ modthebod: I don’t know yet. So far
@ mr-drake: ?
@ sansan4ever: hey @ modthebod? You were saying?
@ modthebod: Shit sorry. Couldn’t check phone. I was going to say so far it seems like she’s going to be there for at least a month. I’ll keep you guys informed. Gotta run.
“She’s starting today, right? Sandra?”
“Yeah.” Sitting in the drive
Sanctuary Chapter III: Dark Hunter Arc IBack in the present, Netxad looked out the train window. He rested his head on a hoof while his other hoof rested on Rita’s head. She had fallen asleep on his lap clutching her doll to her chest. Baxter meanwhile was enjoying some mint leaf tea. “So... Where are you going?” He asked. Netxad turned to face Baxter. “I’m heading to Lonkel. Then I’m heading into the Quintoni Forest.” “Ah, I see.” Suddenly, Rita spoke in her sleep “No! I’m sorry... Please don’t beat me.” she pleaded. Netxad looked at her with a sad look on his face and proceeded to rub her head. “It’s okay Rita, I’m here.” Hours passed. Soon the cacti were replaced by trees, whose leaves had begun to change color. Rita woke up. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Are you okay?” Netxad asked. She looked at him. “Yeah.” Rita looked away, biting her lower lip. She then felt something that was both rough and soft, touch her cheek. Rita turned to see a chocolate chip cookie surrounded by a purple aura floating in front of her. “I thought you might get hungry when you woke up so I asked an attendant for this cookie.”Rita grabbed the treat, and proceeded to take a small bite out of it. After thoroughly chewing and swallowing the treat her eyes widen. She then began to devour the cookie. “Slow down Rita,” Netxad exclaimed. “Sorry. It’s just... I’ve never had a cookie before.” “Well it won’t be the last.” The two smiled at each other. Just as the sun was beginning to set, the train pulled up into Lonkel. Rita got up so Netxad could get out of his seat. “Netxad wait,” Baxter said. Netxad looked at Baxter too see that he had a suitcase in his mouth. “Thank you.” Netxad’s horn began to glow and he took the suit case. “What is it?” “It’s one of Aden’s cloaks. He used it to meet up with our “clients” at night. That was the only time of day we could help without fear of being caught. I thought you could use it to hide your identity.” “Really? Thanks for this then.” “You’re welcome.” Just before Netxad step off the train, Rita approached him with a sad expression. “How long will you be gone?” She asked almost worryingly. Netxad had a look of sadness as well. “I don’t know.” “Promise me. Promise me I’ll see you again. You have too!” Netxad looked back and forth between Rita and Baxter “Rita, I promise I’ll see you again.” Rita walked up to Netxad and hugged him. Netxad walked off the train. As it pulled away, he saw Rita waving at him. He waved back. After the train had left, he lifted the suitcase up to his face before turning around and examining his surroundings. He was surrounded by buildings that were at least three stories high. The fact that Lonkel was more of a business village, more creatures lived in the places they worked. The thickness of the leaves meant that very little sunlight or even moonlight reached the town giving it the nickname, “The Town of Permanent Darkness.” Netxad teleported to the top of a clothing shop. He opened the suitcase and saw that the cloak was almost pitch black, torn, had a few holes and the hood was large enough to cover a horn. “It’s perfect,” he said. After getting dressed, he teleported back down to the ground. Like in Shiobin, he looked for a saloon, and sure enough he found one.
My dear bossYour wrath was frightening,
I'm shy and humble.
Your sight was lightening,
Your voice was rumble.
I'm gazing at you,
I freeze and tremble.
I'll build you statue,
Build you a temple.
The people don't understand me dizzy -
I am in love with an old mean geezer.
The sea of doubts -
How far it shallows?
I thought: "He shouts.
It shows he's jealous"
For we were hiding
In our shells.
Be open-minded -
My spirit tells.
All helter skelter
We're making of it
Won't give us shelter,
Won't give us profit.
You are suspicious -
The biggest loss.
But you're delicious,
My dear boss!
So You want to be a writer...Each year I see high hopes squashed by not being prepared for what a writer faces. Remember, we all have a lot to learn. Many students have passed my way, intent on becoming writers. Each time this is expressed, it has me wondering how much they want it. It’s not exactly a job for those who need a full belly and fancy home.If your work happens to cross the eyes of a publisher, you may get lucky. Writing for the love of it may be all that you need, however the dedicated get educated, read, read and read more, and never give up.It may all depend on what you wish to writehttp://multigenre.colostate.edu/genrelist.htmlA Brief List of Genres: Journal Entries, Personal, LetterGreeting,CardSchedule/Things to Do,ListInner Monologue Representing Internal Conflicts,Classified or Personal Ads ,Personal Essay or Philosophical Questions,Top Ten List/Glossary or DictionaryPoetrySong Lyrics.Autobiographical EssayContest Entry, ApplicationBusiness ,Letter or Correspondence/Persuasive or Advocacy, LetterBiographical, SummaryCritique of a Published SourceSpeech or Debate,Historical Times, Context Essay,Textbook Article,Science Article or Report/Business Article or ReportLesson Plan,Encyclopedia, ArticleShort Scene from a Play with Notes for Stage Directions,Short Scene from a Movie with Notes for Camera of a Conversation among Two or More People,Short StoryAdventure Magazine ,StoryGhost StoryMyth, Tall Tale, or Fairy TaleTalk ,Show Interview or PanelRecipe and Description of Traditional Holiday EventsClassroom DiscussionCharacter Analysis or Case StudyComedy Routine or ParodyLiner NotesPicture bookChart or Diagram with Explanation and AnalysisBrochure or NewsletterTime Line or Chain of EventsMap with Explanation and AnalysisMagazine or TV Advertisement or InfomercialRestaurant Description and MenuTravel Brochure DescriptionHow-To or Directions BookletReceipts, Applications, Deeds, Budgets or Other DocumentsWedding, Graduation or Special Event InvitationBirth CertificateLocal News ReportPop-Up bookReview and Poster for a Movie, Book, or TV ProgramBoard Game or Trivial Pursuit with Answers and RulesComic Strip or Graphic Novel excerpt,Power Point Presentation,Informational Video,Web SiteFuture News Story,Letter to the Editor,Newspaper or Magazine Feature/Human Interest StoryObituary, Eulogy or TributeNews Program, Story or Announcement,Tabloid Article Requirements for an advanced literature class. Are you willing? You must know good writing, to write well.So You Are a Writer?ENG 402: Advanced Placement English Literature& Composition Summer ReadingDear students,Welcome to Advanced Placement English Literature and Composition! You have chosen a challenging, but rewarding path .This course is for students with intellectual curiosity, a strong work ethic, and a desire to learn. I know all of you have been well prepared for the “Wonderful World of Literature” in which we will delve into a wide selection of fiction, drama, and poetry. In order to prepare for the course, you will complete a Summer Reading Assignment prior to returning to school in the fall. Your summer assignment has been designed with the following goals in mind: to help you build confidence and competence as readers of complex texts; to give you, when you enter class in the fall, an immediate basis for discussion of literature –elements like narrative viewpoint, symbolism, plot structure, point of view, etc.; to set up a basis for comparison with other works we will read this year; to provide you with the beginnings of a repertoire of works you can write about on the AP Literature Exam next spring; and last but not least, to enrich your mind and stimulate your imagination. If you have any questions about the summer reading assignment (or anything else pertaining to next year), please feel free to email me(firstname.lastname@example.org).I hope you will enjoy and learn from your summer reading. I am looking forward to seeing you in class next year! Have a lovely summer! Mrs. Yee Read: ·How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster(provided below)·All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerro Please annotate as you read.·500 Words or Less by Juleah Del Rosarioo Please annotate as you read. Write:·On the first day of class, bring at least one complete college application essay. This essay needs to be a different and new topic from the essay you wrote during your junior year. ·Also due on the first day of class, your completed Study Guide for How to Read Literature Like a Professor(directions below).If you have the time and inclination, please select further summer reading from the attached list of College Board referenced works. Note: you will not need to know every work listed, but being familiar with as many great works as possible will only help you.How to Read Literature Like a Professor: A Lively and Entertaining Guide to Reading Between the Lines By THOMAS C. FOSTER Contents INTRODUCTION: How’d He Do That?Every Trip Is a Quest (Except When It’s Not)Nice to Eat with You: Acts of CommunionNice to Eat You: Acts of VampiresIf It’s Square, It’s a SonnetNow, Where Have I Seen Her Before?When in Doubt, It’s from Shakespeare......Or the Bible8. Hanseldee and GreteldumIt’s Greek to MeIt’s More Than Just Rain or Snow INTERLUDE Does He Mean That?...More Than It’s Gonna Hurt You: Concerning ViolenceIs That a Symbol?It’s All PoliticalYes, She’s a Christ Figure, TooFlights of FancyIt’s All About Sex......Except SexIf She Comes Up, It’s BaptismGeography Matters...20. ...So Does SeasonINTERLUDE One Story21. Marked for Greatness22. He’s Blind for a Reason, You Know23. It’s Never Just Heart Disease...24. ...And Rarely Just Illness25. Don’t Read with Your Eyes26. Is He Serious? And Other Ironies27. A Test CaseENVOIAPPENDIX Reading Listhttps://resources.finalsite.net/images/v1557927798/vdoh/kbr2bvj7ie7jisyzyfhq/2019SummerReadingENG402Complete.pdf© This One is About MeEvery day, some days, once in awhile, the photographs of my mind come into focus, bombarding my cerebral field with small glimpses of this time called mine, only mine with views shared with few, the most trusted who may see parts of me, never the whole.the entirety too complex, intricate to be understood, even by myself. Travels through life with feelings, emotions, thoughts, only mine alone, in a world too busy it overlooks a scream for help or to help, in the longing to be perfect; impossible for anyone called human in any age any year.Finally after watching, praying, dreaming as the passage of time takes me down good paths, pleasant trails, bumpy roads, am I able to look at the pictures as I am willing to see this person change. Memories of painful gym class showers, algebra class horror stories, first love, first pain, first hurt, first God awful death,help me to wade through what is good, what isn't or what needs changing, as aging passes through memories of becoming "a woman", then becoming, "a woman", a toiler, a wife, mother, whatever I wish to be; place a smile which helps fight the lines slowly forming around tired eyes, moving my thoughts on in this page of my life, never totally free of troubles, sorrow, laughter,pushing me to ignore some words spoken which just don't matter anymore, or never again. Things that changed just never to be restored will no longer cloud my vision from seeing the person who is finally at peace in this time and place where I can live with myself, free from the shackles, which I'll no longer carry, as I march with the army human tocapture happiness whenever possible, knowing whatever ache strikes my body or heart, will be interspersed with moments of laughter and love, moving me on in my journey to truly survive whatever is placed in my way, lingering only infrequently to view the pictures of the past which will remain with me, living in the photo album of a life never again wasted pondering everything that I might have become. I AM THIS.sjo/jazz ©2010I taught school first and later went into freelance writing.
Am I even thereI listen when you speak
But I go unheard when I scream
I am there when you are lonely
But I always find myself isolated and outcast
I am there to cheer you up when you are sad
But when I am depressed nobody seems to care
I am there to catch you when you fall
But when I fall I look around and no one seems to do anything
I am there to calm you when you are angry
But everyone is gone when I am furious
I am there to encourage you when you are nervous
But when I am nervous I am denied the encouragement that I so desperately need
I am there when you are scared
But I am companionless when I am frightened
Am I even there?
Does what I say even matter?
I am a ghost I am there but no one notices me
I go unseen when I need to be seen
I always find myself friendless when I need somebody the most nobody has ever cared enough to ask me if I am alright and when I say “Yeah, I’m fine” respond “I know that is not true.”
I am always alone but who cares about me
If I were to
Two-Faced TemptressYou think I'm sweet,nothing but a treatCome here, dearI'll show you fearA lick of my lipsthe dip of my hipsAll to excitethe target to biteA glint of my knifeends his lifeOne more mission doneas a hired gunAll that I needafter that deedis a bottle of wineand a cheque to signA cherry on the topwould be you, my lambchopwaiting for mein nothing but a teeThen I'll carvein your skin"Lynn belongs with Indaryn"