The ghost of where you are
Will haunt you where you go,
he said, suggesting I leave anyway.
I believe in the geographical cure, after all.
I know that ghosts aren't real,
Nevertheless, I fear them.
Ode to your enemyThere is no downside to forgiving.
To forgive is to let someone go from your mind.
To forgive someone when they ask is to release yourself from their mind.
Bliss is to not think about each other at all.
mr sord and the grocery capersthere once was a man called mr sord
mr sord was a shops owner and had some shopes on the main street all of them were like the same shop
it was like a grocery shop chain which he had all lines up in a row for some reaons because i guess he was absent in that business class in school where they said having a chain of shops all in a row was a fucking stupid idea.
anyway he had this chain of shops and he sold groceries and dvd rental from all of them except the third one from the end which had a bit where you could sell old dvds and vhs tapes and shit instead of the dvd rental thing and i guess that was how he kept his stock up or whatever.
anyway in all of the shops he had this secret which peopel weren't allowed to know or it would be a bad thing for him and that secret was that he took multipack bags of crisps and sold them individually
someone noticed one time and he got in trouble
the ghost space marine attackThe stocky general's helm clattered to the ground as he tripped, rushing to the throne room.
'The castle is under seige, my lord!' shouted Friedrich, adjusting his armour.
As he faced his fearless overlord he became aware of something stirring in his loins. He did not dare investigate; to look away from Lord Nippleeyes is to face certain death2 (death2 is like death but worse somehow).
'I know, general Friedrich von Boobenheim. Are my men not dealing with the situation in accordance with article 24 of the Torse Code?' (the Torse Code is a book written by Lord Nippleeyes himself- an impressive feat, considering he is a floating torso with a cape nailed on- that detail the law of the land as Nippleeyes decrees).
Nippleyees watched carefully as Friedrich's gaze began to falter.
'Am I to understand that our men have not dealt with the situation already?' spake the leader, his eldritch voice becoming more abominabysmal with each subsequent syllable. Nippleeyes floated to the castle window a
2369A hideous wail cut through the minds of the soldiers, jarring them into action. The lookout stuck his head above the mound of soil and bodies, a bunker of cadavers thrown together by desperate men seeking refuge from a frail but deadly foe. A wave of the ghasts, suspended in the air by invisible wires, steadily drifted toward them. Several of these packs groups of twenty or more undead - followed and merged into a translucent blur dispersing far and wide beyond the Dark horizon like oil paint blended with pitch, smudged across a bloodstained page.
"They're here!" called the lookout to his superior and ducked below the bunker once more.
The sergeant shuffled toward the power generator and followed the output wire to its frayed end. Ensuring the generator was switched off; he pulled the wire toward the device in the center of the circle of men. A tall antenna extended from a tripod, fine branches of obsidian jutting out and upward from a tall conical mast which was thin at the bas
MinionI remember the time exactly. 3:33. AM, that is. Half past three in the morning. I awoke, shivering and my breath coiled above me, a ghostly claw in the air reaching for the ceiling. Of course, this shouldn't have been possible in the middle of summer and I did question the plausibility of a sudden drop in temperature as I sat up and looked around. Normally, I'd go back to sleep but something was...off. I don't know. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time.
So yeah, I sat up. You've probably guessed by now that there was somebody else in my room, and the fact that my bedroom was a refrigerator explains that said somebody was in fact a ghost, a poltergeist, a spirit, a spectre, a phantom; whatever you want to call it. It was a dead person, a dead girl. My girlfriend was standing in my bedroom, dead.
I didn't know she was dead when I first looked at her, so I turned on my bedside lamp to make sure it was her and I could see right through her (although I could do that well enough while
The Princess and the Spider 2The Princess and the Spider 2: The Spiderning: The Film: The Novel
In a far off mansion in a castle in a land far away, there lived a princess; a cursed princess.
Many years before this tale is set, all that she ever cared about was taken from her by an evil spider. She wanders the halls of her castle, alone where once stood a grand mirror now stood a grand mirror with a sheet over it so that she may never have to gaze upon the terrible scarring left by the arachnids poisoned bite.
Sighing, she stepped away from the tear-stained cloth covering what was once her most treasured possession. She descended the decrepit stone staircase which led down into the entrance hall in a great sweeping spiral, expertly avoiding each damaged foothold lest she should slip and bespatter the dusty marble floor with her brains.
It was 11am and the messenger had arrived with a letter from her parents and an outstanding bill from IKEA. Catch
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Things you never forget.You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
Perfectly ComfortableYou are comfortable now,
Though tired from your day at work.
You lay your head upon the pillow,
And you start to fall asleep...
It is quiet in your apartment,
The silence is soothing.
You soon begin to dream,
And though your dream is initially pleasant...
Something seems to be off in the things you see around you.
You find yourself walking through the streets,
The old pavement beneath your apartment.
It looks like it always has except for all those cracks in the stone.
Crick-crack, crick crack.
You turn your eyes from the paving,
To see the streets lined with people.
Shivering, grim; their eyes hold little hope,
Save for a warm night' meal.
You begin to feel a little more frightened.
Your tie is getting pretty tight.
You stagger into your office, your lips going blue.
You try to alert someone,
But your colleagues no longer have faces...
They are simply mouths, large and unrelenting,
Belting you with a storm of words that drowns you out.
You are silenced, in a world
I Give a DamnI give a damn
That there is still discrimination against love.
I give a damn
That students all over the world are bullied for their sexual orientation.
I give a damn
That when the time comes, I cannot sponsor my partner for citizenship.
I give a damn
That teens would rather commit suicide then face the pain brought on by their loved
I give a damn
That some parents would throw their kids out of the house, just for being gay.
I give a damn,
Because homosexuality is not a choice, and every individual deserves basic human
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girl
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say
A Perverted Elegy for AtlantisI. Skeletal Scaffolding
A lone skyscraper
Pokes out from beneath white waves,
Its atrophied framework, anorexic;
Voraciously breathing in the sea air,
Barnacles clinging to its sides
Or perhaps trying to forcibly re-submerge it.
In the far-off, rust shoots up the sides of
other immobile titans,
Imprisoned cages, if there's a such thing.
Structures lean over a trench
Like the teeth of a fly trap,
Preying, camouflaged in viral algae--
Or dejected; all having surrendered
Their sad efforts to escape to the world
Above the water.
II. A Funeral without Much Fanfare
Gigantic shadows stretch
Like dark tombstones;
The tendrils of silt
Spelling out a calligraphic epitaph.
Ebon characters of dirt in ornate font
Tenaciously bubbling upwards,
The brilliant light of the sun
Spotlights an elaborate eulogy under an
Somewhere off, bell buoys toll the
solemn notes of an impromptu requiem.
In filigreed script, something scribbled in the
It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?