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FatalI destroy everything I touch.
I'm just another project that they started,
They just left me broken hearted.

I am cursed with these cold grey feelings.
Broken apart, no one will stop the pain,
and Start the healing.
I can't yell for you,
I can't touch you . . . .

I'm going out of my mind,
trying to stay by your side,
I didn't know this thing would be so fatal.

I am such a despeerate monster . . .

I could have lost her.

Don't Be ScaredIt'll change in a heartbeat.
Just keep your thoughts on me this time.
Don't call to them;
Just keep your hand in mine.

We've come this far without a chance,
Just follow me to the land they lost.
Don't be scared,
I'll keep you safe whatever to cost.

Tonight may be our last on earth.
Just keep me close and don't back down.
Don't leave me yet,
Don't let me fade without a sound.

I'll lead you away from your mistakes,
So just let me love you and keep you safe.
Don't be scared.
Together, we will outsmart fate.

PainParanoid suicide
Razor blades and iodine
Fill me with that drug divine
Let's take a pill and sip some wine.

Dead in a ditch
Life's a bitch
Why won't you flip a switch?
I need some pain to fill the glitch.

I need to be locked in my brain,
I need to feel like less than a stain,
Put me in chains,
Strike up the pain-
I'd rather know pain than know my own name.

SkyrimIn the tombs of the dead
and the caves of the feral,
with every last word you have.
Let them taste of your voice, your steel, your spakrs,
till you're down to your very last arrow.

The dragons are back,
And the war rages on,
The Holds are no longer safe.
But comes forth the Dragonborn, firey and bright,
To fight them, or die, staying strong.

Whether you dine with the Jarls,
or run with the Guilds.
Be you Stormcloak or Imperial bred,
Whether you heed to the Daedra or follow the Divine,
You must defeat Alduin and cut off his head.

The bordering peaks at the Rim of the Sky
hold our home and our unbreakable pride.
May the enemy hear our respon

A writter's faultThe hardest part of writing
is not the story line or the plot.
It's not the characters, the setting.
The places you draw a lot.

It isn't about the seasons that make the story change,
and certainly not the years that pass.
It's not the coming of age
your characters go through when dealing with their past.

The hardest part isn't the beginning.
Middle.
Or end.
It's not the daring hearoes, or the dual personality villians.

No, actually, it's what you do;
the words that you write to make one character fall,
the one that answers to his Call.
The hardest thing is killing them off,
When they really shouldn't have died at all.

needles and nailsThe poison in my blood
is the best high i can have.
the lures in my heart
they rip my soul in half.

I go numb in your presence
words dead in the air.
some days you're hard to escape
some days i can only stare.

The words I want to say
are murdered in the night.
All i can do is scream them to death;
I'm such a joke; such a mess; such a fright.

I can only hold you in memories,
this love has me impailed.
My scared lips can still smile . . .
But my soul is torn from needles and nails.

Burn After ReadingDear parents and friends,
Enemies and haters:

By the time you read this, I will be dead.
The good die young, but they can't help it.
When the hopes and dreams begin to melt at
the lies, catcalls, jeers, and glares
from superiors who live and breathe to make life unfair.

I'm sorry I had to go this way.
But a bullet through the brain heals everything (right?)
I love life, with all my heart.
But I needed some light after living crippled in the dark.

Don't be mad, or make me regret.
I just lost a game, lost a bet.
I was tired of screaming and fighting all alone
in a place where no one bothered to take me home.

I hope they suffer, for

Guardian AngelCome save me from my past
I didn't know it would strike so fast,
What have I done?

Don't leave me here alone
I don't think I know my way back home,
They're coming for me.

Please don't let me go
I don't want to feel, don't want to know,
What's left of my life....

You said you'd keep me safe.
You wouldn't stray too far
From me in the fight.
You said I wouldn't fall,
But now I'm hurt and broken down,
Where have you gone?

I doubted you when you spoke the truth
Now look what they've done to you.
How could I put you through so much worry?
Would you even hear me if I told you "I'm so sorry"?

RunawayI guess everything they said was right.
I can see the end in sight.
Burning bridges with fire and ice.
This apocolypse thing is kinda nice.

Everything for me is done.
My last bullet has fallen into the sun.
And with my dying breath I plan to yell:
"Runaway, run like hell."

Run.
Run far away.
Past the death, burning, and decay.

We fought as soldiers once before,
Promising not to abandon one to win the other's war.
But don't stand with me.
Runaway.
Don't be a hero, don't save the day.

I tried to be your savior once.
I held you in my soul with every ounce.
But the theives of virtue came and robbed me.
And if you let them, they'll rob you, to

Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the wind
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts

Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...

Cardinal GuideCardinal guide of my North
on your wings I'm carried forth
high above, through grace and love
there to know the angel dove
a prism of light
a doorway to Christ
golden oil from a seed
gradually I come to know
what each symbol means to me
a tattered nest from the wind
the loss of two eggs below
though my faith is shaken
steady still it grows
as Nature then creates again
her power there to see
'tis mother dove upon a limb
with two hungry mouths to feed

Cardinal guide of my North
on your wings I'm carried forth
across the ocean's tide we glide
ever in sight of Eagle's eye
mindful of each step I take
and by the choices that I

Without RealityTwirling around at a masquerade of words,
without a heart, without a care.
She writes her life
in fantasy.
She see's giants in the sky,
as the city slowly rolls by.
Puppets without masters dance in her vision.
Voices ring out in her mind.
Her hair, dyed white, is long,
nearly sweeping the floor.
Her skin is pale
from only seeing the sun
she writes up.
And her green eyes
are far away
in the world she created.
She loses herself in the words she's written,
seeing the things she wrote.
A grinning wolf there,
a laughing mask here.
Dragons roar, and vibrate through her body.
Faeries dance, and tickle her skin.
A train roars by her in the subway,
an

MoonC'est mon amie la Lune
Dans ses yeux tendres chaque nuit je renais
Plus belle que le jour, plus vraie
Nue et en rêvant
Je peux courir le monde
Et elle m'inspire des mots
Que le soleil assécherait
C'est mon amie la Lune...

touchhe asked me to touch him
for whatever reason
i did
i felt him his scars and his pain
plucking out his anxiety i felt
divine
he told me to make him feel good
i did
but i fell fearful
what if i took his pain and it became mine
like some virus threatening to corrupt my whole self
but fear quickly left for
you cant corrupt
the corrupted

Are u madJe me suis lever de bonne humeur,
Un Beau temps et de bonnes odeurs,

Je suis stupide et j'en suis fier,
Un rien me donne le sourire,
Même si je suis très terre à terre,
Une simple vue peu me suffire,

Je suis stupide,
Pas besoin de tout savoir,
Chaque jour son lot d'espoir,

Je suis stupide,
Je m'émerveille devant tout,
Peut-être bien que je suis fou,

Pas besoin d'être intelligent,
Un petit boulot et un peu d'argent,

Ça me suffit,

Je profite chaque jour de la vie,
Et non jamais je ne réfléchit,

Pas besoin,

Je me fiche de comprendre les choses,
Car après elles paraissent moroses,

Un arbre, une fleure, un oiseau,
Tout me para

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Spoof.

by ~WizardHowl10001, Dec 6, 2012, 5:34:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Spoof.

All is lost.

Because the Brides are Veiled in White.
It was such a tragic, frightening sight.

And they refused to Ask Alexandria,
And Valentines never showed; my Bullet has been lost under the snow.

When I was at SLeep, the Sirens turned off.
And I could only use Four Fingers to deliver the Death Punch.

On the Dance Floor, no one spilt Blood.
The Fate was unEscapable,
Not that I really could.
This caused a great Panic at the Disco.

Now, My Romance is Natural,
The Horizon was never Brought to Me
Who am I supposed to call?

Because there were just Mice and Men,
We could not light the Fire of Memphis May,
as We Came as Romans.

So, the Skillet is cold,
And they already Hired an Icon,
So where am I supposed to go?

Now everyone is standing in the Park of Linkin.
No one can Fall in Revers,
And All the Abandoned Ships are sinking.

So right now, alone, all I hear is the Silence of Suicide,
And in this Spoof of broken jokes, I shall ever abide.