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SmallClose your eyes
You now fear
be just fine
We'll be a
rule the world
Rule it all
And no one will
call us small
No, no one will ever to
call us small
We're not alone
In these woods
We'll make magick
We're not alone
Oh, it could
Be so tragic
We're not lost
We're far from alone
I'm the Queen
You're the Prince
And this is our home
A Wonderful Family
Rule the world
Rule it all
And no one will ever dare
Call us small.
News StoryTurn on the TV
What do you see?
A Parade of Trageties
All before me?
The big stories
That get the glory
Are all Sad
But it's getting boring
Give me a tale
To share from day to day
From girl to boy
The things we do
Make them bigger
Make them louder
Get attention for the good things
Someone won't see a shooting
And say "I'll go get a gun"
Someone might see a kind deed
And say "I want to help someone"
Make the world a beautiful place
Start with a smile on your face
Random acts of kindess
And senseless beauty?
That's the news story
I'd like to see
Protection Not AggressionI'm not here to start a war
That shouldn't start
And already has started
But lives have parted
Parted ways from loved ones
For so little reasons
Bullets are flying
Racing into hearts of little ones
Of loved ones
If we must agree
Keep your weapons
Listen to the lives lost
They are for protection
Put the guns down
Put them away
Melt them down
So there's nothing left to say
The Virtual Timepiece (ch 34)It was all a nightmare. It had to be a dream. If she wasn't dead, then it must be a dream.
But still that incessant ticking kept on.
The weightlessness that she had felt before had faded, until she felt so heavy she couldn't move. Even her eyelids were heavy.
"I shouldn't have walked into that tower," she muttered into the darkness, her lips feeling glued together.
She could feel again.
That fact jolted her eyes open. Her lips parted in a gasp of pain. Everything came rushing back. Her vision whirled, her head pounding.
"Stop. Please. Stop." She shut her eyes again, feeling tears sting. "I should be dead. I don't want to hurt. Daddy, make it stop."
Beginning for your father to end the pain you created, muttered a voice in the back of her head. How pathetic.
"I finished what he tried to stop, I ended what he fought against," she countered, her voice squeaking. "I became what he made, and destroyed that." Her words wavered, then her vocal chords failed her, turning her voice to a whisper
The Virtual Timepiece (ch 33)Ulrich Stern.
It wouldn't be the first time that I had thought I was dead. I was a solider, a fighter. I knew what death was like. I had seen it in the eyes of enemies and friends.
What ever this was, it wasn't like that.
The last thing I could remember with the flash of light where I had been. Where we all had been. I remember Yumi's hand, so tight around mine I thought my fingers would have come off. I was probably holding on to hers just as hard. We had been staring at death, that twisted madman who had run away from the girl he had tried to kill. I remember Aelita screaming something at him, that weird light just blasting from her like a lantern. It had gone cold, then the room went dark.
But now...now there was just this. The floating feeling, if I could call it that. I felt nothing touching me, as if I was in the air. I wondered if maybe I was dead. I had been too much of a idiotic git to go to heaven, no doubt, if there is one.
I heard wind, a quiet hissing noise. A soft
The Virtual Timepiece (ch 32)A fatal silence had fallen on the factory. There was no sound, no creaking for the gears on the production floors. No hint that there had ever been humans toiling away, living and giving up their lives.
In the rooms and labyrinthine hallways many levels below, four young people, covered in dirty and blood, were being lead to their death.
Or so they thought.
There had been no fight at the door to the cell they had been kept in. They never spoke, barely glanced at the thug who had lead them out, lantern in hand. Jeremie, the first in line, was muttering to himself, his hands clenching and unclenching in front of him, sketching out words or numbers in the air. Odd stared at the floor, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his now filthy trousers. Yumi and Ulrich were a few steps behind the other two, their hands touching every few steps, as if too afraid to let go, but too wary to hang on.
With a grunt, the thug gave Jeremie a shove forward, making the blond stumble and almost lose his glas
It's Coming...The autumn leaves are barely falling
Summer's kiss still lingers
So why in my mind, there, calling
Are there darker, stranger whispers
There's graves to be marked
Corpses to be found
Children to scare
And bones underground
So you in your suits
In the water still swimming
Because Halloween's coming.
JellyfishYou're so cool that it's almost cruel
Your moments crazy when your eyes are sane
You make me promise, yet they're never true
How can trust you when you call my name
Yet I wish,
I could be like you.
How I wish
I could be like you
But I can only be myself
Why do you swim away
When you promise that you'll stay
You slip away
This love is so strange
But I don't want it to change
As you wrap yourself around me
I'm wrapped around your finger
And waiting for the sting
It won't mean thing, still
I'm waiting for the pain
But it won't mean a thing.
My jelly fish
You slip and slither away
Don't try to change me
You slip and slither away...
All I NeedHe loves me.
My freakishly long fingers attached my small hands
Wrapped with his strong hands and gentle fingers.
He loves me.
His beautiful hazel eyes
Stare into my misshapen ones without wincing.
With a smile.
His handsome smile doesn't waver
At my strange laughter
At my odd phrasing
He just laughs with me
So gentle and bright
I can't help but laugh again
I've been happy before
He brings a happiness that is new.
He loves me.
That's all I need.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Fading OutI may be fading for a while
Look at my room
Is it as empty as me?
Have we lost all we had
Have I gone mad
Just imagining things...
Than it's normal pace
Lost a love, need a friend
It never ends, or does it?
Growing up and letting go
What will happen
I have no idea...
My heart is there
It's beating still
Should I wait for you
Or should I just go on
Go on pretending...
Maybe you'll meet someone new
I wish I could
But then I hope I won't
I think we've fallen out of love
Finally or maybe the echos are still there
My room is empty
It's all gone
I have to grow up and move on
For now, some how.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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