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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.
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.
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:
Death Battle - Anakin Skywalker vs Neo - Pre-Fight
Johnny Zealous: "In fictional narrative, there's nothing more overused than the "prophesied messiah" archetype."
Lucas Zaboot: "Or as TV Tropes refers to it: 'The Chosen One,' yet when it comes to two of the biggest science-fiction franchises of all time, we got stiff wooden boards for messiahs…sigh*"
Johnny Zealous: "Anakin Skywalker, the Hero of the Clone Wars and prophesied to destroy the Sith."
Lucas Zaboot: "And Neo, the Hero of Humanity and prophesied to end the war with the machines."
Johnny Zealous: "Their abilities are great and their accomplishments are many."
Lucas Zaboot: "But there's only room for one wooden block that can save us all."
Johnny Zealous: "And tonight in the Death Battle booth, please welcome well-respected Death Battle host, the man who makes insanity respectable; MadnessAbe."
MadnessAbe: "Glad to be here gents. We're not gonna have a repeat of last time…"
Lucas Zaboot: "Heh, not this time." (pulls out a shotgun)
Johnny Zealous: "er- ahem* we're
SONAMEH BOOM (This one is based off of a comic I read!!)
OH MY GOSH ANOTHER SPECIAL!!!! (This time it's only a scene it the T.V show)
This episode is about Sonic and Amy getting into an argument,and obviously, Sonic wanted a challenge to settle it. So, the team went to a very dangerous part of the jungle to have a race.
"You really think you can beat me? If you want, I can slow down for you!" Sonic teased. Amy rolled eyes and ignored him. Tails walked up in front of them, explained the rules,(don't die) and raised flag in the air. As soon as the flag went down, Sonic sped off, leaving a cloud of dust. When it cleared, Amy was still standing there. Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks stared at her in confusion."Um...Amy? You can go now-" Amy held her finger up, and counted to three. When her last finger stuck up, she pointed to the jungle and nodded her head in satisfaction when sudden screams of terror caused birds to fly out of the trees."GAAAAHH!!" "OW
MORE SONAMY BOOM!!!
I wanted to write something about Sonic and Amy getting lost together..(This is based off of one of my favorite Sonamy Boom pictures!!!)
As the team ventures into the jungle to find a special artifact that Eggman is trying to harness for his next invention, they end up finding themselves stumped. Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Sticks are flying above while Sonic is running on the ground. As the day passes by, it's almost sunset, and everyone is exhausted. Tails sends a message to Sonic telling him to stop and wait for Tails to pick him up."Well, that was a total waste.." Sonic said annoyingly while flopping on the wing of the plane.
"I'M SOOO HUNGRY..."
Tails turned on the plane and took off. Amy watched the jungle below them, and then she looked at Sonic, who had his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. His bandana was covering his nose and mouth.
OC Beginnings MemeOC BEGINNINGS
i havent done something on dc. so here we go
1.) Hello there! Welcome to the OC meme. Please introduce the OC you'll be using. What's his/her/its full name?
Well his names Washington District of Colombia. Or Aidan Lincoln Jones.
2.) Lovely. What made you choose this name for your OC?
Im not sure, Aidan was just a cool name i liked at the time. My favorite Presedent is Lincoln and well, He's siblings with Alfred/America. so i assume theyd have the same surname being in the same country.
3.) I see. What does your OC think of their name?
i'd hope he'd like it. its a really interesting name for him <3
4.) OK then! Would they change their name if they could? Did they ever go by a different name?
No he already has two names, if he doesnt like one. just go by the other
5.) What is your OC's b
Loonatics Unleashed Epi. 12 Seas. 1 Pt. 3
Loonatics Unleashed Brotherly Hate:
Episode 12. Season 1. Part 3
(Derrick and Dotty follows the Loonatics and Ace and Lexi are both annoyed with Derrick.)
Lexi: (Whispering to Ace.) Ace.. Why are we dragging my father along?
Ace: (Sighs and whispers back.) Well I don’t Lexi if he right about Chief being alive and maybe h can help us find him and Kent and maybe find Rev…
Lexi: But Tech says he’ll save Rev…
Ace: Lexi I know… But maybe if he can help us out…
Lexi: What if he lures us to a death trap again. He caused so much pain… Why are you letting him help us?
Ace: I don’t know… Lexi listen it’s not tat I not on his side but… Maybe it might change his act.
Lexi: What’s the point, Ace? He never changed not to me
AMAZE PO PO STORYso me and this amazing chick grace (nintendotophomestuck) were chatting
She said she went to a dramatic play and I asked her on a scale of 1-10 how dramatic it was. GRACE SAID 11. I said "YOU CAN'T BREAK THE SCALES KARKAT SAID SO" She said "I DON'T CARE ABOUT KARKAT I CAN BREAK THE SCALE WHENEVER I WANT" I yelled back "I'M CONCERED ABOUT YOU BREAKING THE SCALE! THAT'S SCALE ABUSE AND LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! THE PO PO ARE HERE!"
She cried back "OH GOD NOT THE PO PO"
AND THE POLICE OFFICER IS KARKAT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! THE BUCKET CONTROL AKA THE PO PO HAVE ARRIVEEDDD! D: I shouted. Then she did the unthinkable. SHE THREW A BUCKET AT KARKAT AND RAN OFF!
BUT THEN VRISKA WALKS IN! SHE SMACKS THE DAYLIGHT OUT OF KARKAT AND KARKAT DISSAPEARS. THE END
What If I Went To Hogwarts EpilogueEpilogue
Twelve years later...
Andy and I have been married for twelve years since we did get married a few months after we graduated from Hogwarts. Now we were arriving at King's Cross Station at Platform 9 3/4 with our twelve year old twins, Dorian Andrew-Dennis and Eloise Wilhelmina, as they were carrying two of Crow and Whitby's kittens, Sabbath and Valentine while they have Piaf at home.
"You okay, Dorian?" Andy asked our son.
"A little bit..I mean..it's my first year at Hogwarts." Dorian shrugged nervously.
"I know..but look...I met your mom in my first year..you'll be fine..trust me..and you have your sister with you." Andy reassured him.
"I know but..." Dorian trailed off.
"What's wrong?" Andy asked, concerned.
"What if I don't get into Hufflepuff like you and mom?" Dorian asked.
"It doesn't matter what house you're gonna be put in. It's alright with me and your dad." I reassured Dorian.
"Really?" Dorian asked.
"Yeah. Whether you're in Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepu
What If I Went To Hogwarts chpt.20Home
I couldn't believe it. Today's the day we were now going home now that we've graduated and finished our seventh year at Hogwarts. I slowly went into the Hufflepuff girls' room, seeing as Emily slept in, sat on one side of the bed and gently kissed her on the lips as if she were Sleeping Beauty and I was her prince, making her eyes flutter open.
"Good morning. Today's the day." I informed her, smiling sweetly.
"We're finally leaving Hogwarts." Emily agreed. "Let's get some breakfast and get our things together."
I agreed as we left to get breakfast before packing our stuff.
I slowly crept into the Gryffindor girls' room, seeing Becca still hasn't got rid of her habit of sleeping in the morning.
"Becca? Come on, sweetheart...we go home today." I whispered sweetly attempting to wake her up. She playfully pretended she was asleep.
"We get to move into our dream cottage." I whispered, finally getting her up, seeing as we were moving into a little cottage with a th
Do You Know Who Kristy Is?
You know about that pair of shoes over there in the corner? Yeah, the blue, open-toed high heels with the blue and white dotted bow on it. Well don’t touch them, they belong to Kristy! You know, Kristina Alf; everyone calls her ‘Kristy’ for short. She’s about twenty three, was raised by her father because her mother was thought to have went insane or something like that... She has a sister named Madison; I think she’s nineteen and she has a criminal record, OMG! Also she her brothers, Austin and Artie, they’re twins and I can’t believe she’s dating that idiot named Chris; he is a big baby despite how masculine he is, that pansy....
Anyways, she has long, black hair and blue eyes. She wears a lot of blue clothing, fancy skirts and make-up but her blush is the most noticeable. Plus, she owns an apartment chain and discovered diamonds in an abandoned mine, I’m so jealous because now she’s really rich. Now she live a tow
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
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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