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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.
BetrayalI have the memory
I have forgotten
My kisses are fresh
And they're so rotten
My eyes shoot daggers
But stare so sweetly
Our life is a mess
That is arranged so neatly
It hurts me so bad
And yet I feel nothing
You were always so suspicious
You were easily so trusting
You've killed me completely
And filled me with life
I deserve to be an ex
But also your wife
I have given up
I continue to try
You should've told the truth
But you should've lied.
Are You Happy Now?Are you happy now?
That she’s dead on the ground
Never again will she be able to
Ever make another sound
Are you happy now?
That the words that you say
Have made another girl feel helpless
And her life has crumbled away
Are you happy now?
That you’ve made another feel pain
Just because you’ve been dealt wrong
Doesn’t mean another should have to endure the rain
Are you happy now?
That your damage has been done
Another victim has fallen down
Do you feel like you have won?
Are you happy now?
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
My RemedyMy wings are broken, bleeding.
I have entered an empty space.
My soul, hurting, lonely, needing,
is seeking its own rightful place.
Is my sad life just a tragedy?
Is there one who could heal me?
Can you be my gentle remedy?
Kiss me, hold me; can you feel me?
DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGHWhen Rosa died she was just thirty one;
She was my best friend in the world.
Cancer disabled her, and her husband left her,
She had two little girls and a mortgage to pay.
I offered to help her, but she was too proud,
And her sickness was shortening her beautiful life.
Her husband refused to take the children,
Like a memory, he faded away;
More than her own impending death,
She worried about her two babies.
With no other family to take them,
They were heading for Foster Care.
I begged Rosa to let me care for them,
I looked her in the eyes and promised her;
Her children would never want for nothing,
I would bring them up like she would want.
I swore to her that I would love them and nurture them.
The adoption took place three days before her death,
And I was there with her when she died.
Waiting back at home were my two girls,
My precious diamonds in the rough…
Under the KnifeWhitewash my arms and legs
Until it's okay to be me
until I'm like all the rest
Until I am free
Paint my face,
Bleach my skin,
Change my race.
Why doth ye abandoneth me, O my love?
Have thy heart forgotten thine untamed dove?
Am I damned? Am I ugly?
What is it that makes thee, forsake me?
I live the way thee desireth.
I abide silence and pride forsaketh!
Why ye then blind towards my pain?
Why ye maketh my plea go vain?
Why thou maketh my life so dismal?
The wrath of thy apathy maketh my living abysmal!
Without thee life equals death!
Earnestly for thy mercy I prayeth!
I seeketh peace in thy happiness,
in thy grief I abideth thine loneliness.
Then why dost I fail to please thee?
Why ye not fill my heart with thine abounding mercy?
Reveal unto me my flaw my dear,
an unfathomable grave seems to draw me near!
All frail… all broken… my ordeal finds no end…
Without thy grace my heart can never mend!
To thy sweetest word I yearn.
In the moonlit night forlorn I burn.
Why unto me ye so stern?
Why is thine love so stubborn?
I fail to perceive thy rejection!
Thine unconcern brings unto me a venomous
StayYou've heard whine and wail and gush to you
My friends, dear strangers, you know it's true
But now there's something, if you care
It's different now, not sure if that's fair...
I found someone who makes me smile
Want to be with him for more than a while
But I can't say words, like I could before
Write love songs, sweet nothings, and so much more
When he's here, I can barely speak
My brain goes numb and my words get weak
Is this real love, or something strange
I know for a fact I don't want it change
I promised for him I'd write a song
But when it comes out the words are wrong
Does this mean I love him?
Or it's all in my head?
Even though my heart melts
From the words that he's said
The only word, that I can think to say
When he's there with me,
Just one word,
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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