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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:
EBF skit: Camping, Mark 2In clearing with Lance and Anna together.
A: It's nice to get out once in a while.
L: I agree.
A: You can see so many stars!
L: It makes you think about how insignificant we are.
A: Don't be so pessimistic--
*CRACK* *Both jump in the air*
L: What was that?
A: I don't know, what did you hear?
L: I don't know, but something gross!
A: Sort of like breathing and drooling and ripping the flesh off HUMAN BONES!!!
*both run back to tent*
A: You were right. I'm glad we carried a Mark II 200-pound defence turret all this distance.
Birthday ExcitementThe cheerful as ever Dakota had been working hard the past two weeks collecting boxes. Many of her classmates found it odd but never questioned the girl. The cat knew what she was doing and could not wait to finish with her project. She only had today to finish it and she was beyond excited to see how it looked when she finished.
Back in her dorm, the feline sat by her bed and started on the first box of many. Dean was playing with different toys as a movie played. Dakota wasn't watching it. The movie was just for noise even though she purred in excitement. The dorm room was locked so no one could walk in and ruin her surprise, not that anyone tried to barge in or even knocked. Which was fine Dakota. She was use to being alone but with Dean pouncing on his toys, Dakota was not completely alone. Both cats enjoyed themselves while the girl worked on the boxes.
At the bell, Dakota's ears stood up and her head followed. Standing and putting the boxes on her bed so her kitten could not ruin
Pinkie Pie + Cheese Sandwich's Dr. Looney's Remedy
PINKIE PIE AND CHEESE SANDWICH'S DOCTOR LOONEY'S REMEDY SONGFIC
Our songfic opens up on Rainbow Dash's big birthday/anniversary party in Ponyville. Everypony is having a blast, including Rainbow Dash herself and the two ponies who made it possible: Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich, who are onstage performing. As soon as they've finished, everypony applauds and cheers.
PINKIE: Wow! They love us!
CHEESE: Yeah, we're sure knockin' em dead!
PINKIE: Y'know, I never thought we'd get to setting up Rainbow Dash's birthday-anniversary combo party together!
CHEESE: Me neither! What's say we give 'em more?
Another song starts up and Pinkie and Cheese begin to sing and dance to it. Cheese is the first to go.
Doctor, doctor, please come here quick!
My big brother is awful sick!
He's got a froggy down in his throat!
It's true! I heard it!
He can't sing a single note!
Ack! Ooh! Ack! Eee!
CHEESE AND PINKIE: (singing)
Dynamic Dork Daily #10 - Dork and OrderDynamic Dork Daily #10
Location: Saffron Hills, Taylor residence
Scenario: Blaze’s treasured songbook was stolen and his sister, Anise, is a suspect. Who could’ve done it?
WARNING: The following courtroom scenario barely follows any proper procedures of a legal trial due to the author’s little understanding of the legal system. This eccentric perspective of a legal trial is for entertainment purposes only, please don’t sue the author of this installment – literally! Due to multiple Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney references in this installment, we placed a counter to keep track of how many times Marco says ‘OBJECTION!’ before it gets boring. If boredom does occurs, we will send our readers a free meatloaf as recompense. You’re welcome.
cue the Taylor residence until Blaze’s girlish screams are heard
Blaze (panicking): WHERE IS IT?! (searches computer desk drawer
Wind Child White-Scene 7 CutScene 7
Location- Caliph's Palace
The groups appears before the Caliph. Azari guards stand on either side of the Caliph. The royal vizier stops the group from approaching further.
What motherless son of a jackal dares intrude upon the home of the most corpulent Caliph? Speak, dog, before we throw you to the baboons for the Caliph's sport!
Eh...wow. Right. Oh mighty Caliph, jewel under heaven, we have come these many miles and from far
Biersack Family S2 E2: First Day of School pt.2(Fade in after title sequence to a brief recap of what happened.)
V/A: Previously on The Biersack Family...
Jakoby had just started his first day at school, joining his older sister, Isabella and their friends, Kier Jr. and Satine Kemp, Enrique Beveridge, Phineas Francis, Willow Radke, Copeland Quinn and Bronx Wentz. As soon as they arrived, Bandit Lee Way asked if Jakoby and Isabella had any Oreos and they both lied to her about it, saying they will give her some after first period. Bandit got mad and went to confront them in their Spanish class where Sr, Chino tried to prevent Bandit from disrupting the class right up to where she was taken to Principal Mulroy's office where she was let off with a warning. Will Bandit listen to Principal Mulroy or will she cause more grief? Find out now in The Biersack Family.
(Fade in from class where the kids are sitting at their desks facing a chalkboard. It is History class.)
Ms. Black: Alright class, today we shall go over 'The Battle of the Wil
FriendsThere she was. The girl he drooled over. Well in his mind anyway. Kere watched as his friend Dakota skipped over with a friendly smile on her lips. In his mind, the boy had cartoon hearts in his eyes and a string of drool hanging to the floor but never touching it. But he wasn't staring at her hair as it swung side to side or her hips as they moved with the motion of each skip. It was like Baywatch in slow motion for Kere as his eyes glued themselves to her bouncing chest. The boy could have stood there forever watching the girl bounce around.
A hand appeared in front of Kere's face, “Hello? Earth to Kere. Come in Kere.”
“Oh. Hey Dakota. I was just thinking about you.” the boy smirked mischievously.
“Nothing dirty I hope.”
“Right. Of course. I would never.”
Not able to help his wondering eyes, Kere missed whatever Dakota was saying. The boy was snapped back into his thoughts when Dakota linked her arm with his and started to drag him some
COMMISSIONS OPEN!!Ok I'm opening commissions again if you're interested please PM me.
No points this time because I need the money u__u
Here's the price list: PLEASE READ
1 colored character ( normal, ecchi or hentai ) 10 dollars
**Price may increase depending on the difficulty of the character. For example if it wears an armor**
1 lineart 5 dollars per character
1 chibi colored 5 dollars
1 chibi lineart 3 dollars
Blank or single color background is free, for complex backgrounds the price depends on the difficulty.
Scene. SWAT*At outside a house about breaching*
UltraMegaMarine: "Okay, we about the breach the down. Just encase these people are druggies I'll blow off the middle hing then,I'll blow the top and bottom off? Okay?"
Multi & Tron: "Okay"
UltraMegaMarine: "If i cant get the door out, I pick the door."
(Fire AA-12 and blows think there is a middle hing)
(Fires twice shooting off the bottom and top hing)
UltraMegaMarine: "Fuck, PICKLOCKING TIME!"
(Get the AA-12 and saw the door in half)
Civilian: "What you doing to my door."
MultiKillerjoe: "We have report that you have been selling drugs."
Tron: (Pulls out an Report) "Selling Cocaine, Weed and Meth."
Civilian: "I dont sell that!"
UltraMegaMarine: "Your under arrest for now." (Pulls out hand-cuffs)
*Searches whole house*
MultiKillerjoe: "Look like clean as a whistle."
UltraMegaMarine: (Uncuffs Civilian) "Free to go and sorry for the door."
Civilian: "Your buying me a new one."
MultiKillerjoe: "Nope (shots him in the head). Lets go before an
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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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