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I Wish You Were Dead
And you're the memory I can't shake, the one ghost that I can't seem to out distance. The hurt from your absence I can't fake, a hollow space in my soul for remembrance. Sometimes I guess I wish you were dead, because then I could logically say why you're gone. But your memory weighs on me like lead, and I wish I could say I was done. That one memory you left to haunt, sad to say it's the only one in my possession. It's there like a taunt, and it's a sweet memory that leaves me with an odd obsession. Something so pretty, shiny and golden, a lie to an innocent child. A clawing memory of days so olden, a memory that sparks longing so wild.
And yes, I wish you were dead, so I could logically say why you're not here. I wish I could get that memory out of my head, but it's going to stay I fear.
Yes, I wish you were dead, dear old Dad.
I sit in quiet agony, the sound of suffering stirs me from my reverie. Torturous blasphemy. The screams now come rather pitifully.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
I stand at the door, waiting for a footstep on the floor. I want at the brink, feeling my eyes close in a painful blink. Physical sting is all I drink.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
Hold me captive in this cell, but in these four walls I will not dwell. Hold me until my rebellion begins to quell. But you will die in this hell as well.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
So lock me in this damn prison…but you will never take my vision…you can never steal my ambition…you will never break my determination.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
Lock me in this jail, but we both know you will fail.
Burn you wicked tormentor...
I will be the victor.
So open that door...
Open that door...
You will get all you deserve and more.
The Monster Sentence
Ever have one of those extremely long sentences that became an absolute monster? Let's face it, monster sentences eat paper, they look and sound unprofessional, and sometimes when reading one, it's hard to catch some oxygen.
While some of us love writing long sentences, sometimes wordiness can carry us into dangerous waters. In these dangerous waters, the monster sentence is lurking, just waiting to take a bite out of our writing. Don't let the monster sentence kill your writing style!
Here's an example: The dog ran quickly down the hill to chase the cat the cat then became distracted by a bird the bird was too distracted by a worm to notice the cat stalking it even though the cat was being chased by the dog.
Whew! That was a beast, right? Let's pick that sentence apart and see what can be tamed.
Revision: The dog ran quickly down the hill to chase the cat. The cat then became distracted by a bird. The bird was too distracted by a worm to notice the cat stalking it, even though the cat
Phantom of the Opera Critique
The Phantom of the Opera: Cliché Yet Charming
Though I was not familiar with Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera, I was immediately fascinated when this film (directed by Joel Schumacher) came to my attention. This film which was decisively panned by the majority of professional movie critics, I truly believe is brilliant. In this review, I will reveal why this movie is simply and purely cliché yet charming. The criteria used in my analysis include: content, set, lighting, musical score, acting, and originality.
The movie begins in a dull, black and white, grainy, 1919 Paris, France, at an auction in the old, run-down, Opera Populaire. Even though the opera house is covered in cobwebs and dust, one can easily discern that in its day it was glorious.
The real magic begins with "Lot 666," a chandelier. As the chandelier is lifted from the floor in a display of its fully restored glory, the first chord of the theme song of The Phantom of the Opera begins. A bone-chilling,
A Fresh Start
Over the course of our lives we receive scars,
We amass our hurt and anger in various sized jars.
We act like we're not good enough,
Our emotions hidden behind a wall that is rough.
So we live our lives in dreariness,
Watching the naïve with much weariness.
We scoff at their paltry temporary happiness.
We wear our misery like an honor medal,
Like we've been put through fire to test our mettle.
But maybe we're more vulnerable than we think;
Because once we love we begin to sink.
Fear pushes us to the brink.
But we look at the innocence in disgust,
We proudly swear, "In thee I will not trust."
When in reality, purity is all we lust.
But push on we will and must,
Like a dismal machine full of rust.
But maybe a vulnerability,
Is not some disability.
Because inside of you I can see,
The man you really want to be.
And maybe you can't be him just yet,
Your heart is tender and full of regret.
Your time will come so do not fret.
Because the purest heart,
Cannot tell fancy and love apart.
Nation of Shame
And we shall rise up a new people. Not chained in place by previous inequity or bigotry. We shall oust the individuals who have, for so long, restrained us from our freedom.
But what else are we but a nation in chains begging for scraps from our master's table? What else are we but the foot stool of the abusive and corrupt?
We ought to be more than the slaves of those who were originally indentured to us. Destitute and impoverished we are, our very liberty raped by their power hungry greedy natures. Who are we but tired, poor huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse, the homeless tempest-tost?
We are what we swore to protect and nurture. We are the burdened and afflicted. We are the nation of the forcibly mute. Tortured with visions of freedom and grandeur.
We have nothing…not even our name. We are the nation of shame.
My Darkest Sin, My Evil Desire
Slowly the darkness creeps, into the world it seeps. Like a bead of rain water, indeed it does not falter. In the shadows it lurks, waiting to do its evil works. The monster within, slowly it inches in. Like a long forgotten nightmare, its horrors truly too great to bear. The demon of the soul, bound to eat its victim whole. Something truly beautiful in the beast, one cannot resist it in the least. Gasp for air, you enter its insidious lair. Evil, you are my bane; smite it all as you will ordain. Baptize me in the blood; clean me in the crimson flood. Lay me down, let me drown. For in the darkness I cannot hide scenes so gory I nearly cried. I lied you are the thing clawing out from the inside. You are my evil within, my darkest sin. My evil desire.
When I was younger a year made no difference, a year really had no influence. I remember when a day was just a day; it didn't really matter anyway. Time floated by me, and it really didn't mean anything.
Now, I'm ushered into this new place, where all is puzzling even my face. A year is a century, filled with uncountable days all blurry. Time rushes by me, and it really does mean everything.
And it really is shocking that as I look back, was it the blink of an eye because it all looks dim and black.
Perhaps this isn't what it seems, maybe these horrific ideas are nothing but dreams.
When did it change? When did everything become so obscenely strange?
Moving from childhood and the familiar, into this new world that's so peculiar.
And as I wake up and remember it all now, it makes me sad and I wonder how...
When did I grow up?
Maybe you and I did have something, it's not like it meant absolutely nothing. Maybe it wasn't healthy but it was lifesaving. Maybe it was everything, maybe it was the only thing. Maybe you were all I was craving. Maybe I was only for devotion starving; our relationship was slowly fading, before even the very beginning. Maybe it was you I couldn't bare facing. Maybe your brown eyes always set my heart racing. Maybe I didn't know if you were only manipulating? Maybe somehow you were actually lying? Maybe my trust was slowly dying. Maybe in light of my paranoia we were failing. Maybe it was just our friendship poisoning. Maybe I couldn't bear staying. Maybe I couldn't express every single feeling. Maybe I couldn't stand the idea of disappointing. Maybe I couldn't force my heart to be ready for opening. Maybe this toxin was not really enthralling. Maybe this desire was slowly killing. Maybe our love was only poisoning. Maybe through this venom I was frozen, left with one thing:
i always was the girl who danced with thunderthey've issued
a flash flood warning
and i am thinking
about our legs
tangled like tree
roots beneath the
the screen door
doesn't latch anymore
and the wind is
trying to tear it
away and i am
listening to it
scream and hearing
you say my name.
the roads are wet
and treacherous and
all i am thinking about
is you and your
wet lips slippery tongue
roadside teeth in my
skin and the sky is
falling down around
--all of these warnings
are just another metaphor
Devotion to an AngelI want to believe in hope
And second chances
And the words walking off of your tongue
It took months for the walls to come down
And once the light shone in
My angel just flew away.
I couldn’t imagine
Ever coming forth from you
But there is always weakness
And if I’m not the one
There to ease your worried mind
Will you fill my place
With someone else’s lips?
I can wait a thousand seasons
For your sweet face to come back to me
But my heart
Can’t handle a lie
If I’m simply to be replaced on a whim.
My very soul will fracture
If you choose to move on
Without ever letting me have
Just one more shot
To be everything you’ll ever need.
Not a single crumb
Will ever touch my lips again
Not a single drop of water.
I will shrivel away and die
The day my angel never wants me again.
You don’t hear my heart
Screaming out your name
Or maybe you’re just afraid
But I will never harm you,
Two Makes Three (Tord X Matt) (MPreg) 6 LAST Two months past and it was the day before, the baby was coming and Tord was now leaving. Matt stood in the door way, watching Tord pack up. Tord went to the mirror putting his hat on, when he saw Matt, with tears in his eyes. He turned around sighing, "For the last time, I'll be fine" he said.
Matt nodded. He ran to Tord's arms hugging him tightly. Tord kissed Matt's forehead, "I'll be fine, dont worry." Matt sniffed, "o - okay." Tord continued to hug Matt until he calmed down. Soon they heard a car horn from the front door. The lovers looked out the window and saw Tord's ride. Matt was about to cry again, "be safe" he told him. Tord smiled, "i will." He then leaned down to their son, "i'll do it for you and your mother." Tord sallowed, "i'll see you soon." He looked at Matt, "i'll be back." Matt saw Tord leaving to the car. When he was a distance gone, Matt sighed, "see you."
Edd felt bad for Matt. "Matt he'll be fine" He said. Matt sniffed, "i know" and went to his
Rose-Colored GlassesI'd hate to think of you
In a light that isn't red
I'd rather not color you
Black and white
Gray, dull, and dead
I don't wanna diminish us
With rose-colored glasses
I don't wanna finish us
Brush it off as impassive
There is a second shoe
I'm waiting for the drop
A storms coming through
The lightning strikes
Counting till the bass stops
Brain-dead holding my breath
I'm snow on television
Creativity put to death
Painting you with no precision
Silence deafening the fight
You're static to me
You're ignorance impolite
You're words unsaid
You can't bother to agree
I've given up my time
And my voice of reason
All I want is what's mine
And to forget this treason
Flush RedSilly expressions so warm, so flush, tender red
Hearty smiles, eager eyes, colourful mind
Cheerful chuckles, crisp yellow youth
What is the voice of your expressions?
Shattered egos of yesterday’s blues
Formless changes do resolve broken hearts
What I’ve changed exclusively for you
What are the echoes of my resolve?
Endless thoughts of intents snow white
Weakly panting do cheeks nervously sing
Times ago, times now, times forever
What is the rhythm of your eternity?
You Weren't a ConvenienceYou told me to find something I want,
not something that was convenient
for the nights when I was lonely.
It struck me hard because
I never thought of you as convenient,
I just always thought of you
and how you made me feel.
Never once did I use your chapped lips
to fill an empty void in my heart.
You told me to go find something that I love
and baby, all I see is you.
Unchanging LoveDespite being consumed by the fire of rage and despair, a spark of love in your heart remains unchanged.
Despite being stranded in the realm of darkness and cold death, a warmth of love in your heart remains untainted.
Despite being ushered to the land unbounded by time, a flame of love in your heart remains unextinguished.
Entangle, convolute, stretch, or even seemingly break the thread of fate between us, they may,
faced by your purity, none will succeed.
Traversing even the untraversable ocean of time, we will find each other again.
The unbreakable thread between us shall not be undone, not even by the hands of time.
Unchanging love endures eternally.
Two Makes Three (Tord X Matt) (MPreg) 4
Matt's eyes shot wide open when he heard a knock. "Matt!" Tom yelled, "hurry and eat breakfast so we could find the gender!" Matt got up happily he almost forgot he was going to find that out today! Tord woke up by Mattt's squealing. Tord groaned, "keep it down please" he told him. Matt leaned down to kiss hi scheek, "today we're going to find out the gender" he told him. Tord smiled. "what are you wanting it to be?" he asked, Matt thought, "a- a boy? im not sure with whatever baby im having is fine." Tord kissed Matt, "well lets eat so we could go."
Mattt bust the front door, "YAAAAAAAY! ITS A BOY!" Tom grabbed some pictures that Matt had of the baby. Edd came to look to, "well he certainly small for being seven months." Matt smiled, "that means he only has two more months!" He hugged Edd and Tom, "IM SO HAPPY!"
Tom saw Tord was looking at other papers, Tom escaped from the hug and went to Tord, "whats that?" he asked, "non of your bussines
Two Makes Three (Tord X Matt) (MPreg) 3
That night Tord stayed with Matt. While Tom and Edd were in the living room. "Why does Tord have to be the dad?" Tom asked himself, Edd just sighed, "we just have to deal with that." Tom looked down, "do you think Tord wants to be the father?"
Edd took a sip of his cola, "of course i mean he does love Matt."
Matt and Tord were watching a movie in his room. "So... have you thought of a name?" Tord asked Matt looked at him, "well i havent found out the gender..." Tord kissed Matt's warm lips. Tord begin to make the kiss hot. Matt moaned a bit. Tord smiled during the kiss, he forgot how much he loved to hear Matt moan. Matt pulled away, "Tord we cant, Edd and Tom are still awake!" Tord just smiled, "Matt cmon."
Matt sighed, "what if they catch us?"
"Then they'll know how we made the baby"
"TORD!" Matt siad shamefully. There was a pause. "im sorry" Matt said silently. Tord stroked his cheek, "dont be." The two kissed again.
"Lets get some sleep" Tord said an
On A Midnight Drive
The tempests toss...but with a single word they can be still...and in the peace finding solitude and comfort...release... Let us together strive to be perfect beings. Even if that means we become something more than human. Transcending humanity perhaps could be a blessing...to forget pain and regret...to have something more...something of a little more merit. Something greater than fate, or the cards life dealt to devastate...
Dive with me away from the confusion, maybe reality is an illusion. Come away with me into the silence of night…away from the painful blight. Come away with me tonight…on a midnight drive.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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