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Ode To FionaMy baby girlOde To Fiona by midnightpb
Cute and dumb
Fat and Furry
Lazy and sweet
Big Black eyes
Little Black nose
Sleeps all day
Barks all night
She is a diva at times
And eats from the trash
She is cute when it suits her
She wants to be held
Barks at me happily when I get home
Grunts at me when I leave her alone
Moody and bossy
My little canine princess
Loves me on good and bad days.
She always makes me laugh
She makes me happy
My baby girl.
I need someoneI need someoneI need someone by buddybmww
Someone whom I can talk to any time I want
About anything I want
Someone I can pour my heart out to
without thinking twice
Someone I can count on to stand by me
And lead me down the path I want to go
Someone who can change my life
And change it for the best
Someone I can chat with over a cup of coffee
Someone I can laugh and cry before
without any inhibitions
Someone who corrects me when I am wrong
Inspires to me aim high
And achieve greater heights in life
Someone who lives and breathes for me
Someone, whose hand I can hold
And bring it to my heart
YOU ARE EVERYTHING I WANTED IN MY LIFE
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Lullaby IPain:Lullaby I by NeverTheWanted
Weakness entering the body
As the walls
To a place so small
Are pushed back
And broken down
With the hardest of wrecking balls
Dead set on demolition
Of her words
And deepest secrets
"Tell me you like it."
She keeps silent
Hands all over
Let it happen
It'll be over soon.
PeterYour fingers leave a trail of firePeter by NeverTheWanted
as we lay there in the dark
as you lead my back to arch
and explore my every inch...
The heat of your skin
burns through mine and
into the flesh that is me
into a mind so deep in the realms of a love for you
that it may never come back.
And I lay there in silence
as your fingers trace circles
around my thoughts
and my violence within
like a soothing violin
my competence wears thin
as the trails of fire you leave behind.
Empty VoidI sit hereEmpty Void by DSteffi
mindlessly wielding my pen
travelling to the darkest corners
of my weary mind.
Hopelessly trying to squeeze words
to rid of the pain
silently ending my life.
I love you.
That, you know.
But you feel for another.
Such a sad fate,
Yet you accept me
care for me.
you do these
Such a good friend.
and face the fact
that's all we're gonna be
You have nothing for me,
just a smile
defines the word
the laughter we shared
the agreements we made
the times we spent
the moment we met.
is perfectly complete
with the sight of you
But at the end,
it's not me you're with.
All the smiles
I gain much
being near you.
But by moon
I am left with nothing
but an empty void
in my soul
a hollow space
in my already shattered heart.
what is there that I can
You Don't Know Me At AllAfter everything that's happened,
these past dire days
You don't know me at all.
After everything that you've done
and haven't said,
after all the tears and screams
that keep me in my bed,
You don't know me at all.
After all the pleading and all the pleasing,
and you haven't changed your mind,
or looked at it from my view,
You don't know me at all.
After all that she has created,
the mess between us both,
the unbreakable bond broken,
You don't know me at all.
After her ill-mannered intervention,
and you still take her side,
after all the qualms that she created that have got in our way,
You don't know me at all.
After having you ripped away from me far too many times
that I keep a diary of all the days I was left behind,
You don't know me at all.
After living with and loving you for a year,
and you still don't realize how deeply I care
Of Yo-Yo's and Broken HeartsShe brings me up, and down, and up again,
And back down low... in a stall... I slow.
She flicks her wrist, and up again I go,
Playing me like her own personal yo-yo.
She toys with me, up and down. Up... and down...
Drags my face across the ground, my head spinnin',
Until her boredom ensues and she walks away again.
Putting me away, nary a second thought or regard.
Now this would be great fun, if I were just a toy,
Yet what I am is a loving heart in a hopeful boy.
Ready, willing, waitng...time and again subjugating,
Surrendering myself to her each and every whim,
Until the remaining joy in my heart wears thin.
Or she casts me aside, and then its on to the next fashion,
Leaving me hanging by a thread, left with no momentum.
Nothing left inside resembles semblance of human emotion;
Just this woeful weary bleak; this odd sense of being broken.
I am dizzy, and tired from these ups and downs,
In this: her perpetual game of 'round and 'round.
They say money talks
Yet they wonder why I'm silent.
They say money brings you happiness
Yet they wonder why I'm so negative.
They say money opens doors.
In YouIn you, is a hawk that reaches the highest mountain tops.
In you, is a river that flows and never stops.
In you, is a flame that burns with light.
In you, is a hurricane of phenomenal might.
In you, is a sky of azure blue.
In you, is honesty, forever true.
In you, is a primrose ready to bloom.
In you, is a hero, salvation from doom.
In you, is the lullaby of an innocent bluebird.
In you, is the beauty of a poet's word.
In you, is the whisper of a warm Summer breeze.
In you, is eternal warmth that will never freeze.
In you, is an anesthetic for another's pain.
In you, is a shelter from the hollow rain.
In you, is a person who wants to be loved.
In you, is a person who can be loved.
In you, is a person who should be loved.
In you, is a person who will be loved.
The Pen of GuiltI bought a pen today,
Ball-point, black, all I can say,
I took it home, put it to paper,
And how the words came, like a wave, but greater,
I let people down, blamed all but me,
But the pen, scrawled it down for all to see,
Every law broken, every lie told, every life lost
I couldn't stop it, my muscles turned to frost,
Guided by The Pen of Guilt,
That some demon built,
A sword with no hilt,
Like a flower, I wilt,
It took all things, great and small,
Words across the page, then onto the wall,
But there was one shame that repeated,
How I wish I had retreated,
In perfect handwriting, not a letter out of place,
It painted the picture, my friend's flawless face,
They were troubled, begging for my advice
And me? I laughed once, twice, thrice,
"Stop messing me around and get away from the tracks!"
"Why won't you listen?" she says as her heart cracks
I shake my head I wouldn't believe her, couldn't,
"You don't care, but then, you shouldn't!"
I think they're crocodile tears, if she was serious
Minnesota WatersWhat an odd thing to think about! In Minnesota, hockey was seen as the most defining sport amongst families everywhere—but it could only be played properly during the winter months. Hockey wasn’t hockey without ice beneath your feet.
That thought in mind, Riley couldn’t believe her ears when Meg told her about how she couldn’t wait for summer to come. “To each his own, I guess,” she said, “but c'mon—don’t tell me you’re done with hockey yet!”
Of course, Meg—like every self-respecting other Minnesotan—loved playing hockey when she got the chance, but she'd had her fill. Spring was nearly on its way in, after all. Outside temperatures started to come at an average of thirty-four degrees Fahrenheit—just barely enough to keep the snow and ice solid.
Another week of school went by, leaving kids all around town to their usual Friday business. Before departing for the day, Meg and Riley had multiple after-scho
Chapter 16: Accidental Infiltration
Before long, the two fire-dwellers found themselves walking on gray soil once again—only now they had a charred forest to accompany them. Finding herself a little spooked, Rainbow Dash had to try extra hard to keep her composure—but the further in she and Spike went, the more this place creeped her out. She felt as though one of the trees would extend its branch out and try to scratch her with its spindly twigs.
Spike, ever the vigilant one, managed to find what he assumed was a path to their destination: a clean trail leading to an orange light off in the distance. He beckoned Rainbow over—but before he could speak, Spike heard sounds coming from the village; it sounded like talking. “Well, there’s definitely people nearby.”
With Spike’s knowledge in volcanic villages, he was not at all surprised to see Ta-Koro sitting right in the volcano’s belly. A giant hole had been cut out of the mountain’s face, allowing anybody to simply wal
Oracle of the ApocolypseThe zombies didn’t bother Claire after the first few months. It was true they made life difficult, but they weren’t hard to avoid once you had some experience. All you needed, Claire found, was a decent set of roller-skates and a good knowledge of the area. Though the cities were full of the undead they were still, more or less, thriving communities. Rooftop gardens and community cisterns, ladders into barricaded apartment stairwells and nightly patrols. It all worked fairly well.
If anything, Claire found the zombies annoying. They didn’t just moan and shamble, they talked sometimes too. Usually babble but every so often they would mutter old bits of news or snatches of song lyrics. It was like someone’s bad idea of a joke.
She made her way through the empty streets, careful to avoid broken bits of pavement and mud puddles. The straps of her bag weighed heavily on her shoulders. She’d found a convince store that hadn’t yet been raided in the depths
The Ultimates Chapter 9Merrick Place
“Wait, what?” Sheila asked in astonishment.
“That’s exactly what they told me. Trust me, I was just as surprised as you are,” Alex answered. “The guidance counselor ran through the list of credits that I’ve earned and said that if I meet the rest of the criteria, I’m golden for an early escape.”
Camille nudged her brother's arm. “It’s only an escape for you because your teachers probably feel sorry for you. They would probably hate to have taught a future felon on their record. Anyway, the counselors told me the same thing, not that that’s shocking to anyone.”
“Well excuse me, not all of us can be an alpha bitch like you, Regina George.”
Camille snickered mockingly. “Hey, make fun of me all you want, some of us actually give a sh
just listenThey dance across the page
as if they choreographed
the movements on their own.
Each position carefully calculated
to conjure the most pleasing aesthetic
for the faithful, patient patrons.
Every mark evoking expression
making all who hear feel -- react
to each phrase of lyrical melody.
Major joy, minor tragedy,
diminished terror, augmented intensity
concluding with a heart-leaping swell of sound.
These small black dots -- smudges
demand to be heard -- to be felt
Like the poet with her words -- confessions.
-- just listen
My HeartacheMy gaze lost.
So distant, so detached,
staring at the steaming asphalt.
I curse the moment,
the moment I decided to make a move.
This unfamiliar ache.
I told her how I feel.
I finally told her how I feel.
Seems like my dream world was much better than this.
Ignorance is bliss, they say.
They are right.
Oh how right they are...
Chapter 9: Sleeping Spirit
These are the ending days of our time...
Cities have crumbled in your absence.
And just when you feel your people need you more than ever,
You soon find out they don’t need you at all anymore.
Why nurture something that no longer exists?
At first they understand that you’re gone, then they wonder where you are, then they go without you.
They take your spots in life away.
Harmony vanishes, but they’ll be fine
For a little while.
You have a question on your mind.
You ask who I am and what I want from you.
I am nothing to one, but a threat to all.
Try as you may, you shall never destroy me.
In fact, one day you’ll feel blessed that I am here.
But listen now while I have your weary subconscious pinned down.
Friends of mine have gone to find the ones you care for.
Flying to the clouds, they’ll hit their target.
I’ll make sure they hit their target.
The city in the clouds hangs peacefully for few hours more.
The ones up there will suffer no more, yet sl
Powerwolf AU : Chapter 2Virginie’s eyes became wide as she saw the man.
Matthew was by his side, checking if he was alright.
“H..Is he alright ? Asked Virginie with a shy and worried voice.
-He is but his body is very weak… Answered Matthew before looking to Virginie. We need to help him quickly…. Can you help me to transport him ?
-Sure… Blushed slightly Virginie.“
The two companions were now escorting an unconscious vocalist throught the forest.
“Attila… Whispered Matthew, seeing his friend was still unable to wake up.
-…Matthew ? What happened to him…? Asked Virginie, very concerned since Attila was one of her favorite people ever.
-…Long story… But for now, it isn’t our priority.“
Virginie nodded but she also was quite disappointed to notice how much Matthew wasn’t very talkative about those events. Inside the girl’s brain was a total mess…
She loved Powerwolf since a while so of course she wanted to meet
Powerwolf AU : Chapter 1Virginie recoiled, wanting to run away, but Matthew stopped her.
“Calm down, Miss… Whispered the guitarist. Don’t move.
-But…! Cried Virginie.
Virginie was confused but she tried to calm down as Matthew said. The werewolf was growling at them but wasn’t really agressive.
Matthew took a few steps forward him, indicating to Virginie to stay immobile.
As Matthew was walking towards him, the beast recoiled.
“Hey…It’s me…Do you recognize me ? Softly said the guitarist to the huge creature.
-Rawr ! Growled the beast to Matthew.“
The guitarist stopped to walk more. Virginie was holding her breath. The werewolf looked suddenly at her, some drool coming from his mouth. The young girl recoiled slowly, but the huge creature was approaching her.
“Huh…Ma…Matthew..? Whispered Virginie, recoiling.”
The guitarist wasn’t moving at all. Virginie panicked once the huge wolf was towering
Powerwolf AU : Prologue“Powerwolf, Powerwolf !”
The audience of the live was crazy.
Attila Dorn, the singer, and Falk, the clavierist, were both looking at each other, seeming exhausted.
The vocalist looked at his public.
“You’re fucking amazing, my friends ! Thanks you very much !” He yelled, moving his arm with rythm.
The people applaused even more.
Attila and his friend saluated the people, who was becoming more and more hysteric.
“Powerwolf !!” They were screaming, clapping their hands.
The metal band left the scene, leaving a group of hundred of fans, excited about the live they just saw.
Among those people was a teenager named Virginie. She has short black hairs, blue eyes and was wearing glasses. Virginie was a fan of Powerwolf since some times ago, and this was her first live of them.
For the event, the young 20 years old girl bought a Powerwolf’s tee shirt, that she was wearing proudly.
It was almost 1:00 AM, but people were very awake. As Virginie lef
Until You Say GoWhispers this, my love for your light,
In many a fitful dream:
More shadows may fall, and my misery might
Forever remember the pains we went through,
But, my heart, for you I will fight
And seek to myself redeem.
I'll scale this wall, simply doing what's right,
And never surrender lest you ask me to.
Level EarthHumans, Welcome to Level Earth!
Reality here is just an illusion that hides The Truth.
You only own your Soul here, nothing less, nothing more.
"Faster, number six!"
Humans, Reality here is just an illusion that hides The Truth.
You should never mistake Reality for Truth.
This is not a psychological warning for the pain will be real
Anything you will see you will never be able to un-see.
If you succeed this test you may return back, to where you came from.
You may return to the Light.
If not The Shadow will be your annihilator.
"Enough! Wipe their memories!"
It's that feeling you have when a loving one die
It's that feeling you have when worries are stronger than will.
We often feel it,
When night is coming...
When rain is falling...
When winter is howling...
From whatever god who could exist.
It's our last gift from life.
From anger to depression...
All comes from sadness.
It's that feeling you have when you want to die.
It's that feeling you have when depression is stronger than life.
Death by painOh oh oh
Can you feel your innards burning ?
Can you feel your brain roasting ?
Welcome to a living hell
A world of infinite pain
Don't use your eyes, they would burn away
Don't trust your ears, you they would betray
If you feel your blood boiling
Slowly turning into a deadly liquid
From the dark you will return
There is no escape for you
Oh oh oh
Can you feel your innards burning ?
Can your feel your brain roasting ?
To you humans, no exit
Tonight the pain won't go alone
The great reaper will eat your soul
The specter of death will consume you quick
Oh oh oh
Can you feel your innards burning ?
Can you feel your brain roasting ?
Oh oh oh.. !
Can you feel the death ?
Oh oh oh!
Tonight your pain will end !
You've Changed My Point of View - Song LyricsWas looking at a picture, but the image was unclear
It wasn't what I'd figured, wasn't quite what it appeared
I thought I understood, thought I knew just what was right
But you turned it upside down, and that was when I realized
All these shapes
All these colorfully bright hues
They served a purpose - perfectly, succinctly too
And with my second chance
I took a second glance
I'd seen it all before but now you've changed my point of view
wo-oh.. oh.. ohhhh.... oh oh oh
Now you've changed my point of view
So lost in chaos and the blinding darkened night
Found light and order as soon as you came to my side
A different way of looking at the same thing
Ya what you've shown me, it has changed my everything
And to think I might have never have walked
A mile in your shoes
I might never have considered
What it was like to be you
But now I've got a new perspective
And my sorrow's turned to joy!
Such pain I had, and yet
I've started to forget
What life was like, before you, boy oh boy!.. oh!
Think Again - Song LyricsThe toughest challenge
And it's twice as hard as
Anything you've ever tried before...
You say that you'll manage
Always acting as if
You've done it a thousand times or more...
Oh and each time you crash and burn...
You just shrug and brush off the flames...
And although there's pain and it hurts
You wont show them that you feel anything
They say that pride comes before a fall
But it seems like you don't really care
You pretend that you can just endure it all
To the point where you've even fooled yourself
But think again...
Oh, think again...
Just tell me what is it gonna have to take?
And how long will you bend before you bend and break?
You say that you're fine, but that's only a lie
And believing in it is your mistaaaake
You're breaking apart!
Trying to hold it together
And just the sight...!
Is making my heart shatter!
Oh, why are you so selfish?!
Can't you see everyone else is...?
So worried about you....
And that that includes me... too...
An Angel for the BrokenEyes slowly pry open
Light floods the room, a voice calls your name to wake up.
I beg you
I don't feel well today, I don't want to go to school.
"Don't be ridiculous."
Walk slowly to the bus.
Tears shed, anticipating what will happen in prison today.
All eyes are on you, waiting for you to make a mistake.
To stumble for just a moment.
So they can pounce.
Always keep your head down,
Never make eye contact.
A shove, a giggle,
You are their circus clown,
And they are the hungry, underfed lions.
The ring master won't defend you.
What can you do?
Attempts to fit in,
If you dress like them they will leave you alone
Maybe even accept you.
You shake, scared.
Knowing every laugh, every giggle, is at your expense.
And punches thrown at you.
Stay strong, maybe it gets better.
A slow, steady walk of shame.
Do not walk too fast, or they will find you and attack again.
I love youCry a tear for me,
And I'll pour you an ocean
Give me an ounce of your love,
And I'll give you my potion
Give me a second,
To give you a lifetime
And you won't run,
From the love that you find
Just a chance,
Is all I ask
To give you my love,
Put it in your grasp
If you take it,
You will find
And all that's mine
I won't ask,
You to change what you do
Just give me the chance,
To say "I love you"
Pirate MoonA bloody moon rose, hungry, through the mist
to wash his crimson glow across the waves
and froth the surging whitecaps with the kiss
that sent ten thousand sailors to their graves.
Beneath that vicious moon, a sail was set
as was the fate of some poor, hapless crew
oblivious to the impending threat
that drifted ever closer through the blue.
The moon smiled sweetly, bathing naked steel,
as cannon shuddered through the velvet night
to rend the sodden trader, hull and keel
and put an end to her frenetic flight.
The captain's grin shone redder than his sword
As he o'ersaw the booty brought aboard.
Heart ThiefThere is a tightness
In my chest.
It feels like your hands are
Closing around my heart,
Because it feels
So hard to breathe!
I guess that's why
My heart is beating faster:
I am becoming oxygen-deprived.
It just isn't natural
To be choking on the air.
Hurry up, heart thief,
Go ahead and take your trophy.
But then again,
It isn't really stealing,
Since it was always yours
To start with.
How long does it take
To plan this kind of heist?
Overlook(ed)A lot of people seemed to think that when you hacked a security camera, it sparked, or shuddered, or suddenly lost motor control and just stared at the ground. Reality was a lot more mundane: the cameras behaved exactly like they always did, just without transmitting anything. The information flow was intercepted and overlaid with a loop of stock video made to look like the camera’s normal feed; ideally, at the other end of the line, whoever or whatever was watching would never notice the tampering. In and out, let no one know – that was Tayl’s modus operandi, even when he wasn’t on the job. The cameras continued their silent watch, and he crept past unseen.
“I’m not sure why I keep coming back here… what I’m trying to prove, or what questions I’m trying to answer. I guess it’s just easier to think up here, even if the smog makes it hard to breathe. It’s like a map, kinda, like something you’d see on the web, just
not even worth the readWhat is it about me that says
“make me fall in love with you,
treat me like trash,
break my heart,
then tell me how hurting me made you realize the error of your ways”?
What is it about me that makes you think
telling me how well you treat your new girl in comparison to me
is a good idea?
Why am I not the one who gets treated well?
Why do I always end up broken?
Why can’t I have the charming man to take care of me,
be honest with me and
Why can’t you treat me like a person instead of an
object you can discard once you’re bored?
I am worth loving.
I am worth respect and honesty.
I am worth your effort.
So what quality do I have that tells you I’m disposable?
This heart can only break so many times.
So please -- don’t pick it up if you only intend on
throwing it away.
-- living with a disposable heart
can i have a map, please?Popcorn ceiling and fluorescent lights --
Is this all my life has become?
Laying on a yoga mat --
listening to Stevie Wonder --
as my mind begins to wander... (boo)
What exactly do I want out of this life?
To impact the lives of children through music --
Attend Yale for graduate school --
Start my own family or maybe just get a dog --
Or do I just scrap all that and let the universe take over?
Why can't there be explicit directions for which step to take next?
I guess the beauty in not knowing is that
I can do whatever the hell I want.
- can I have a map, please?
The Dove in a Beaten BoxThe girls in skirts the size of napkins,
pull one from the shelf with a dollar discount,
their fake smiles and scratching nails,
a dime a dozen for every pair.
When was it that it became wrong,
to own a pair of jeans and dirty boots,
to go a day with unbrushed hair,
and a line of dirt under your nails.
Why must I live each day afraid,
counting every pound of fat I weigh,
starving myself from morning to night,
to look like these girls on the screen.
How am I supposed to be proud,
when the curves I have are put down,
my butt you say sticks out too far,
and you joke that I’m double wide.
Who are you to judge my size,
when I am proud of my thighs,
I don’t need your perfect zeros,
I’ll keep my size nine.
For I can’t be pulled off of a shelf,
and I will never expire,
I am not a gift wrapped Barbie,
but a dove in a beaten box.
You've been with me.You've carried me in your arms.
You've protected me from harm.
The journey has been long.
Not much further shall it prolong.
I'm in the home stretch.
I'm close to finishing this race.
I've been through the darkness.
Overcame the obstacles I had to face.
You heard me when my voice felt unheard.
You listened to me rejoice and complain, ever single word.
I feel a sense of closure.
I've been trying to keep my composure.
Praise be to you my Lord!
I'll dance in the joy of hope.
Bring on the thunderstorm.
I want to see what else I can cope.
Life has its up and downs.
It gives you smiles and frowns.
I know you will always be near.
In Jesus, whom shall I fear?
Sonnet no. 1A haunted chanting seeps through my mind's wall,
sings tales of the rotten Crimson Marquis.
“Your world is killing me –
your words are filling me!”
My mind is torn apart with this last call.
I am churned by visions of blazing clefts,
of hollow words, deceit and dreadful dreams,
of demonic herds and torrential streams;
yet the voice mocks the bit of me that's left.
It consumes my thoughts, seeking for freedom.
“They get their way, I fade away –
Oh God, my mind, it fades to grey!”
And finally, they have killed my reason.
Dreaded by their blasphemous contagion
I say: “We are many, for we are Legion.”
A Shattered Soul - PoemWaves crash upon a milk white shore
The breeze is warm and fresh
Sparkless eyes stare up at the skies
Longing to forget...
Yet even as the world around
Whispers of beauty and of hope
The storms within are still darkening
In the light of all that has been broke
The birds may sing...
The sun may shine...
And the waters glisten in their swell...
But what in all creation...
Can make a shattered soul... be well?
By a Mermaid SeaMy love died with she,
Angel by a mermaid sea.
For I loved an angel once
You see, she lived in peace
By a mermaid's sea
She breathed in air so sweet
And refreshed her days
In scented jasmine prayers.
I loved an angel long ago
Though it's a black hole you know
To love with all the passion
You've never had thought to show
Until along comes an angel
And so lost was I
In that ol' town called romance
Still my heart weeps
Every night I lay to sleep
For it was she, who gave me a chance.
I loved to obsession
Burning her up
With zealous affection
Until fate declared
Was near expiration.
And what harmony we had
Perished as the candle's flame
Flickers and fades
Leaving but gaseous wisps
Imprinting on my heart
I loved an angel, that's true
Though I'm an idiot
Born to harbour not a clue
To understand her too.
Even world's apart,
She touched deep down
The leperous depths
Of my stricken'd heart.
But it was never enough
To tame the desire
Within my soul
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