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Each person who watches, faves this journal and makes a journal will get a number. I'll be using random.org to choose a number, and when someone's number is picked that person will win the plushie! Easy enough right? I will pay for shipping worldwide.
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1000 Point Giveaway! (EDIT)

Okay enough of joining giveaways.....it's time to host one!

Remember the big surprise I was talking about in the previous journal? Well here it is! My BIGGEST giveaway yet!

Total prizes reach 1000

SIX more winners will be chosen who EACH will receive 50

!!!!!
~~I will be so broke after this...~~

But of course there are always the rules......

Please please please fave the journal!

Make another journal about this giveaway and provide a link of that journal in the comments (this will help spread the word about this giveaway)
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100 point giveaway!Because I can. c:

800 Points GiveawayHello all. As I've mentioned in the poll, I am going to make a small giveaway on the occasion of nearly 1000 watchers! Wooo!
There are 8 winners and 100 points for each to win. BUT the giveaway ends when the number of watchers reaches 1000.
RULES:

To enter, fave this journal and comment below that you've faved it. Then I will give you a number.

You don't need to watch me to enter. But please keep in mind that the giveaway ends sooner when
there are more watchers.

Your account must be at least 2 months old.

You can enter once only. No alternate/plz accounts.
I will choose winners with random.org.
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School Chibi Contest X3

Hi there, my fellow groupmates!

We will have a contest!
THEME: SCHOOL TIME

Rules

Should be about School Times!

Should be a CHIBI!

Submit it to the "2013 Contest" Folder!

Don't include characters that aren't yours have your own.

With the maximum of two entries!
Don't put nudity scences in your entry.
Be CREATIVE!
The contest ends at June 29(~Meowgirl07's birthday) :thumb

Made a video again :P...another fake Parashi Opening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGa8pPlOxuQ
It's really choppy and suuuuuper scribbly because I took like 30 seconds to draw each frame. Please fill in the gaps and gloss over the art with your wonderful imagination! I made it in Windows Movie Maker which is an absolutely evil program =o=
I'll try to fix up the ugly pictures and maybe add some color when I have time, and reupload another version later :b (don't know when though.) For now feel free to watch this one and laugh at it huhuhu
(the song is Tenkuu no Canaria, from ToS *w*b)

100 points giveawayHello there! I decided to give away 100 !

Since I haven't had the chance to upload any art recently,I decided to give away something else to you guys ~

1 step: All you need to do is post a comment down below! (This guarantees you one entry number.) This step IS mandatory.

2 step: If you watch me you receive another number and for every fave on one of my deviantations you get more.
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Please leave a comment like the following if you have watched or faved something: "Comment,watch,2 favs" so I can keep track. ^^
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Welcome to My Official DeviantArt Page!Hi, I'm Mark Crilley. I'm the writer and illustrator of a new graphic novel series from Dark Horse Comics, "Brody's Ghost." The first four volumes are now available though your local bookstore or comic shop, or at any number of online stores such as Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
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For years I've observed this behavior but haven't been able to vocalize it correctly. Originally I called the behavior of collective opinions as "the hive mentality" of the Internet. But that wasn't exactly right and I often got called out on it. The most prominent example was when I made a comic about a guy disagreeing with opinions and being shouted at till he remained quiet, eventually fading into the background with everyone else. The consensus of that comic was that if you disagree with someone you aren't bullied into not speaking, but instead are free to go someplace else where people who do agree with you exist. And you know what? That wasn't what i was trying to convey, but is sadly true. The Internet is not a hive mind. It's many tiny pocket echo chambers of mutual agreements.
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Epic Tale - Chapter 5 - Part 1Finally, the storm clouds were gone and the wind had died down. Not far away from the ship there was a plain island covered with a thick green jungle. A sandy beach was surrounding it.
"We need ta find out where we are", the captain said. "Aisuru, Sparky and Latte, I want you to scout this island."
Aisuru nodded simply, Sparky grinned and Latte almost jumped out of joy. Her first task as a black fedora spy!
After they had prepared, they left the ship with a dinghy. They didn't stay long at the beach and went into the forest. "I suggest splitting up. The island is big and we are capable of defending ourselves.", Aisuru said and vanished in Yaku's Story Chapter 2I struggled against my bindings. Whoever tied me up had skill because I had no wiggle room at all. I could feel as the ropes began to cut through my skin, sending a burning pain on the surface of my body. The room was probably dimmly lit due to the fact that only a small fire kept me barely warm. Now I felt cold as the sweat that dripped from my face due to my failed attempt at escape began to make me cold.
After a while, the same voice said,
"Are you done yet?"
I growled as I replied.
"For now."
A small, feminine sigh fell over the room as I heard the person pull up a chair not too far from me.
"My name is Mika. I want to help you."
I Facebook Friends: Chaptor 2 Elise cried herself to sleep that night, in a state of shame and fear. She was afraid that her parents would no longer treat her the same way. That was a valid fear, because of how the responded. Her younger sister was concerned rather than disgusted. She feared for her sister's soul. That morning Elise felt disgusted with herself. No one spoke kindly or gently to her, they all sort of ignored her. Her parents were ashamed, but rather than directly attacking her, they quarreled amongst themselves. It was as if they blamed each other for their daughters sexuality. After eating breakfast, she and her sister went to school. On the way to her hi ExplosionsHis eyes met mine through the crowd. It was electric; like I had looked into his eyes and jumped off a cliff. Their hazel depths swallowed me whole, and time seemed to stand still. The people around us disappeared, and we were alone. It was just me and him, him and me. We walked towards each other, slowly, but ever faster. We collided together, a shower of wonderful fireworks.

***

His fingers ran through my hair, and it was like multi colored sparks raining down from the sky. His touch was warm, unlike everyone else's icy cold skin. It was making me melt, breaking down the wall around my heart. My mask was crumbling, slipping off, and I did The Tales of Shadia: Chapter 1Chapter 1: An Unnatural Day

     An alarm was blaring in the background. With a quiet grunt, the boy slammed his hand on the snooze button on his clock. All was silent in his room, except the yawn the boy was trying to stifle. He draws his covers from over his body and slowly drags his legs over the edge of his bed. Upon putting his feet on the ground, he feels the clothes he took off last night. Looking around the room, he finds piles all over the room of his dirty shirts, jeans, skivvies, and socks. School paperwork was thrown all around his room, books in disarray. His desk was covered by crumpled up notebook pape Let's Play Pretend"Let's play pretend!" The voice begs me.
"No... I don't wanna anymore!" My 4 year old self begs to her.
"But it's the only way you'll be loved!" She hisses inside my head.

That haunting voice of a little girl...

Highchool.

I'm walking alone down a barren road to get to school. 9 miles, uphill, both ways as my dad would say. Not the best idea to walk alone, but there's nobody down my street that would even care if I was abducted. My parents, maybe, but that's to a certain extent. Besides... I'm not completely alone, unwelcome or not, she's here with me.

"Let's play pretend!" She begs me again, her voice swirling around me.
"No!" I yell 10,429 days UNOFFICIALP R O L O U G U E

Everything is shrinking, and you have every idea why.

Fall is quickly approaching. Leaves are dropping onto the ground, turning the concrete back into earthly hues of brown and red. sloshing leaves around your feet, you open the front gates of your home, to find that it's 0.34 inches shorter than it should be. Your petite waist bumps against the rusted lock purposely- it's the first time you've been able to do that. Satisfied, you half-waltz into the door, or rather stumbling along with your bags of equipment. At least there was nothing in the driveway you could bump into.

Inside, there is no stereo sound. Not a whiff of The ExiledJanuary 5th 2021, 15:56

The test failed again.
We are still not sure as to why, it should have worked. The modifications we made to the chamber should have ensured that. For some reason it just won't stay stable. I'm going to try calibrating the chamber to a varying resonance. That…stabilise…but…could…dama…chamber…

"I'm sorry but the rest of the log is too badly damaged, I tried to fix it but the data has been lost." Helen said over the com channel.

"Is that all that was left in the database?" James asked her.

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"So who had time to wipe it, and why did they leave some of that last log?" PillsIt's endless.

Swallowing pills to push them away, but they never go. Not completely. They lurk in the shadows, sleeping inside her head, but she knows they will wake. And they'll be angry. They'll want to know why she stopped talking to them for so long.

She doesn't know why. They are always so nice to her.

Now and again, she thinks about letting them come back. Why shouldn't they? People tell her not to, tell her to take the pills or else. She doesn't tell them anything.

She doesn't tell them when she starts dropping the pills down the sink every morning.

She doesn't tell them because she doesn't need them. Not now her friends have welc Simon Says Go Off YourselfThere's a half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Blackstone. Cheap. I know it's cheap because it gave my dad nausea last night. Cheap wine does that to him. Why he drank it, I don't know. He's such a dumbass sometimes.

Lindsay, his new fiancée, sits on the couch behind the coffee table in her black nightgown, a lit cigarette between her fingers. She's not supposed to smoke in here. It's bad for my asthma. It's also against regulations. But of course, she doesn't care.

She passes awkward glances at me between each hit. I stand in the threshold to the front room, my arms folded, staring down at her, not knowing what to say or do. Drunkards and MonstersThe phone rang again.
Paul didn't bother to look at the display. No use either way.
With a sigh he ran his big hands through his sticky brown hair. It might've been days, weeks, since he had last showered. On the other hand, what did he have to shower for?
As he turned off the buzzing TV he caught a glimpse of his reflection on the black screen.
When had he become that old?
Paul cursed under his breath.
No use either way.
The sofa creaked alarmingly as he picked himself up from it. From behind the blinds streaks of grey sunlight whispered into the room, seeping through the brown tinted glass of the many liquor bottles that were Stay AliveStay Alive
By L.A.Parker

August 28, 2259

     It's been six months since my three-year-old little girl died.  Her name was Abigail, and I saw her body evaporate one morning.

     Evaporate.  Just like that.

     I've decided to make a written account of what has happened to Earth since the bombs went off, all of them.

     All of those goddam nukes went off…and my little girl disappeared into thin air.

     Everything is gone: The buildings, the cars, computers, robots, e Odyssey Project II Chapter 1It wasn't until later, in his room, that Paul found the little vomit stain on his trousers. He regarded it with a little bit of surprise, having not noticed that the red-haired man had vomited at all. He'd been watching the whole time and nothing had come from the man's mouth as he had lain upon Paul.

Paul supposed he ought to not care, so he stripped off his trousers and put on a fresh khaki pair that he actually rather liked. As a rule, he'd never liked khaki, feeling that it made him seem to be more middle-aged than he really was. He was thirty, by God! In the prime of his life! Isn't that what they always said?

It was only as he was sli CrostroseIn a remote region of a forgotten land, the Crostrose Temple stands as a symbol of tranquility and help. The injured were cared for without cost, those without shelter were freely given it, and for those who could not afford to support their children a good home was created. The Crostrose Temple stood as a place of help for all.

Many in the forgotten land could not afford to feed a growing son, and the temple acted as an orphanage for these boys. When they turned sixteen they were faced with a choice: Make their own way in the world or take the vow of silence as the last step to become a monk. Most chose to make their own way in the world.

:thumb333111901: Sky DiveSky Dive

Falling from the edge of space towards the fluffy clouds that are beneath me and the sky is just so blue. The stars slowly fade away and the grace of space is behind me, home is ahead of me. But I don't want to go back there, I want to stay forever diving in the blue eternal sky. I want to stay here forever if possible with you there to hold my hands. I want to dive with you and never reach the ground of the civilization which is polluted by hatred. Their gray lives can never reach the beauty and grace of the blue – blue sky made of dreams.

Falling upon the fluffy clouds is like falling on a soft pillow that holds your head. I The Border and Beyond The days that followed their leave of the mines were quite fair. Only a few days earlier there was an overcast of gray clouds, which did dampen their spirits, but no rain came of it. Never did they come across Daérroks wondering about hunting for them through their long days of travel, and no more danger than a few spiders and bees came upon them. It was as though they were back in the safety of Azkarale. This they were most grateful for since the strongest of them, Arion, was still in terrible pain from his injuries. But Arion found himself to be feeling much better today than he had been since they left the Mines of Barrenwood. The pain fr Felicity as it flutters byi. The beautiful discovery of the beginnings of a butterfly

Ella Mae is known or bullied rather, at her high school as 'Churchy'. This of course is brought about by her fairly devout Christian mannerisms and upbringing. Ella Mae is her church's choir lead and is a powerhouse vocalist in shy hiding. Her folks did her good naming her after the legendary town local, The First Lady of Song.

The day I knelt while in rejoice over seeing angels at the sound of Ella Mae's voice, was the very same one I knew I had fallen irreparably in love with her. It was that day that I had realized that Ella Mae would bring the end of me, Christopher Lee.

I sta Disillusioned
"You girls need a ride?"

October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.

October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never acce CoffeeWhen I was little

I saw a man in a café

Dressed all in blue.

He had coffee skin that matched his drink.

(Unlike mine,

Which is peach like the color.)

He didn't have any money

(I didn't want to be broke like him but I had no idea.)

But he got the coffees for free 'cause he "worked there sometimes as a custodian" he said.

He smiled a lot.

(Just like me.)

When he smiled

His face folded up

Along the tiny crinkles

And creases and lines and pleats and stitches

Called wrinkles that held his face together.

A guy with tea not coffee told him a joke

(That I didn't get back then but now I do.)

And he smiled and his cheeks folded up int Halloween Bash"What? A Halloween party?"

Lucy turned in surprise and looked at the flyer in Natsu's eager hand.

Once again the fire dragon slayer had shown up in her house without a knock, or an invitation. She went through her usual routine of kicking him in the face demanding he get out, and then as usual a little blue cat with wings made one of his snide remarks.

Then once things calmed down Natsu excitedly showed her a poster that had previously been hanging on the job request board, even though it wasn't a job. The flyer announced that Fairy Tail would be hosting a party for Halloween this year. Everyone was expected to wear costumes and the best c LastThe hollow sound of metal scraping metal echoed through the empty hallways. It resounded in the countless ducts and wires that crawled to and fro in the sinister darkness.

The smell of rotting rats and cockroaches floated above the ground like a grey veil. Now and then a drop of moldy water would drip into one of those clouds and break it apart, only to let it fuse together with another.

Similar to veins the hallways all connected after travelling far in all directions. They would connect and disconnect in such strange ways that they created a vast labyrinth.

Some had collapsed under the pressure of the Above and were now blocked by wall Alice Scene - NaNo Day 1
Kelly eyed Alice as she walked down the spiral staircase. He raised an eyebrow and set the book he was reading down.

"What is that look for?"

He continued to stare at her, deciding exactly how to word what he wanted to ask.

"Come on, just spit it out already."

"Fine, what's with you and all the open front sweaters?"

Without thinking, Alice ran her hands down the teal tank top she was wearing and pulled the black sweater tight around her mid section. "There's nothing wrong with my sweaters."

"I didn't say there was, I just asked why you wear them so much. It's summer. I'd think long sleeves are a bit warm for outdoors."

Instead of d Weekend LoverThere was something sweet and honest in the way I came to love him.
They were lazy, those Sundays spent beneath a window  in tussled sheets. His warm, strong arms would find me somewhere around  the middle. He would kiss me on the back of my neck while I sketched or  wrote, and take photographs of me while I was too engaged to notice.
Or he would gently take the paper from me, placing it and the pen on the bedside table, and indulge me in other escapes from reality.
It was easy to love him.
It was easy to see his good.
It was his smile.
It was his laugh.
It was the daisies he brought me on Sunday, and the way his fingers would deftly push the hair from my face as I brought the bouquet to my face.
He told me the smile I gave in return for the flowers was a gift in and of itself. That his enti How could you?How could you lie to me?
How could you leave me here like this?
Why was it so important to you, even when you saw it was killing me?
Did he make you do this?
Why do you listen to him more than anyone?
Don't you know how much he clouds your judgment?
When did you first realized I was in pain?
Was it when I screamed or when you saw my blood on your fingers?
What were you thinking while you watched me sobbing,bleeding in the corner?
Did you even care?
Why do you keep calling me?
To say sorry?
That you care?
Is it wrong I still love you? Paranoid ClairvoyantI wanted it.

And I did not allow direct acknowledgement, wrestling with the idea. More than want,
more like need. And the absurdity of it! Why should I feel this craving,
this magnetic necessity?

He was more than I had ever allowed myself to hope for. And maybe he wasn't exactly angelic, but something within him was untouched, tucked safely away from the world.

Sometimes I could see it; this stability, this utter sureness. And as I hoped for something else, any other explanation, I saw him struggling, trying not to let it touch his eyes. He'd always been ready to leave.

My heart swelled past a unmanageable volume.

rotted
nake Scavengers - Chapter One: Curious GathererThe skies were grey; no sunlight broke through the everlasting layers that enveloped the world. Lower clouds were carried swiftly toward the dark horizon by the strong winds that tore across the plants face. These winds burst through the relics of the human race – houses that had collapsed, emptied streets, now inhabited by wild flora.
The only sound that echoed over the wasteland was a loud metallic clatter. It came from one of the many junk hills that were scattered about the endless wasteland. It came from the only living creature visible within the used up gadgets, tools, cars and other technological innovations that humans praise Tribute to MemoryThe old woman next door played her depressing version of Happy Birthday to You on her piano again, and Lisa couldn’t study.

The music wasn’t loud, but it seeped through into her apartment with its slow pace and low notes and bothered her, even though it was ignorable and she was comfortable in good company.

“There she goes again with the sleepy music.” Mark placed his Calculus book on the coffee table, leant back into the couch, and yawned. “What’s this, the eighth time this year?”

“The first time,” Lisa said. “And how’s it sleepy music?”

“It’s making me d So Far Gone: Everything Happens for a ReasonDeath. That is it. What is the purpose to life? To struggle with sanity, hanging over a cliff like a daring, young, mountain goat, curious as to what lies over the ridge? Why do we struggle? Why do we fight? Why do we kill just to satisfy our wants? Why do we even continue when hope is all but lost? Death is the sweetest word to he who lives.

I cringed, huddled in behind a dumpster in a dark and dank alley. My tangled and disorderly hair is plastered to my moist head that sits on my drawn up knees. There was no one around to see the scene that had just unfolded. There never was.

I slowly lifted my face, showing my dirty face to the body bef

Poetry

AbsenceAbsence

You're not here,
a smile can not reach you anymore
and I feel like a puzzle piece that lost his puzzle

You're not here,
you are far away of my apprehensive and gentle touch
and I feel as if delicate hands had dug a black hole in my chest
I feel as if the stars were seeping through it

You're not here,
you no longer can hear my sweet and sincere words
and I feel as if my heart had been muted

You're not here,
so I feel unnecessary:thumb328444295: My Life Is A PlayMy life is a play
Emotions and expressions
Written out for every day
Not knowing how to feel anymore
Doing what is expected of me
Is all I'm good for

Following the script
Of each character
I play the role
Better than no other
The scenes always changing
Personalities ranging
From hundreds on end
At first I had to bend
My back so far
But now I've surpassed
The average bar
And even as things get rough
Me, myself, and I
Are still in perfect touch Jail Break From The PagesDear Diary: Bleed her from the pages
because
Medusa stays gawking in
the corner of her rocky
irises.

She's shooting her rebellion
at my mouth & transforming
my teeth into ice,
she took my resistance
& burned it into her sly
smiles.

I'm forced to dance in her flames
until
I
SepiaSepia

The hue of my favorite photo of us that I keep by my nightstand
The dominant shade in your irises & beauty mark at the lower left corner of your mouth
The ink tone I've used to fill countless pages with poetry about you, about us

The echo of every hello and goodbye that resonates within the walls of my heart
The cacophony in my gut wrecking my towering pride, in exchange for your builder's arms, every time
The timbre of your voice promising to be the first and last thing I'll be hearing til my heart stops beating

The bittersweet cocoa kisses and tangy citrus grins that only the two of us will remember
The blandness of my tears o ConceitedI don't even know where to start
So I just cut open my heart
Throw it at your head like a dart

I'm so conceited so im gonna talk about myself
I've had a life
I've had a wife
And I've had a daughter
I'm only twenty years old and I'm an old man
But I lost my life
So I gotta make a new one
It's like I was reborn
I got a brand new set of horns
And a giant thorn
I got a new soul, I mean I'm soulless
I sold it for everything I ever wanted
But I only ever got the building blocks
And they all crumbled to the touch
My life was never easy
I wish I could get things done like its sleazy
But nigga I think I'm to lazy
Maybe I smoke too ComplicateToo often in our lives
We complicate things,
Cluttering our minds and hearts
With useless worries and fears.
Instead of drinking in the Summer sun
Or becoming mesmerized by your coffee,
You worry about getting sunburnt
And consuming too much caffeine.

We forget to take pleasure
In a simple hello and goodbye;
A smile shared, an "I love you",
A hug given for no reason.
We analyse every look and smile
Since each syllable means something;
Even a tiny thing such as an emoticon
Has a deeper meaning these days.

A simple "how are you" or "why"
Can be seen as offensive,
As too intrusive, as nosy,
Too demanding and suspicious.
Just The DifferenceIf a friend picks a side you don't agree on,
Does it make a difference to argue?
If a person bashes something you love,
Does it make a difference to yell?
If the world was ending right before your eyes,
Does it make a difference to run?
If you think reading this would change an opinion,
Does it make a difference? AutumnThe dried out dead leaves
Vain trees have abandoned them
Outcasts and lonely relearn.reach out, palms down,
fingernails catching moonlight
and watch your hands shake.
bury the nightmares you keep replaying in a black shroud
and tie them down with rusted chains.
breathe in the voices in the back of your head and lay them to rest alonside the truth(lies) and dirty words they whisper(shout) to you.

let the memories scritch-scratch in your bones,
but neverever try and scritch-scratch them out.
reset you break-bone addictions and pick out the stitches
to see if they've healed into the silvery tape worms
you'll hide with your shirt-sleeves and oversized sweaters pulled down to your knuckles.

lift your chin and upturn yo In The Life of a CatMoved...[ link ] Tick-Tock (Satire for AP Language and Compostion)Oh how I love waking up every morning, at 6:30 a.m. on the dot
and then from there on till 2:45--watch the clock tick-tock.

Sitting in a class you can never pass,
answering questions in question of what's the answer,
and then failing the next day.

School is not for the smart or the dumb,
but for the uncontrolled.

...I once attended an insane asylum.

Where the mad are strapped down and are forced to "behave",
as they too watch the clock tick-tock,
just itching to break away. Gift: Just a FamilyYou were born into a family,
Caring and respectful,
With little in the way of hardship.

You were raised in the highest of class,
Given the highest of education,
Praised to your heart's content.

You were troubled as life continued,
A family once united torn apart,
Words sharpened to daggers.

You were forced to run,
Hunted by prior family for sport,
Thrown into the gutters you made.

You were found by the kindest of men,
Not tainted by money or power,
Welcoming you in like one of their own.

You were never given a reason to smile,
Never given a reason to hope,
Until you met the ones you cast aside.

You were overjoyed the day you Modern Day FairytalesCharities help the poor in need; not fairy godmothers.
Magic is simply pulling a bunny from a hat.
True happiness isn't guaranteed to last easily forever once found.

Your kiss wouldn't transform a frog into a man,
Just a kiss from your lover wouldn't wake you from within a coma,
Kisses can't break curses.

There isn't a world sillier than ours,
Life couldn't exist elsewhere,
No blond could escape earth and survive away from its atmosphere forever.

I still believe in the tales,
Enough to want to search for you as if you were Snow White,
And dance with you like your Cinderella.

Time in tales has changed though.
All will die rather o Something to SayIt seemed just yesterday
We were in the stands, alone
Laughing the day away
If we knew the future, what would we have done?

I lived for your smile every day
Trying to find it was all I could do
Those days were happy is all I can say
And in my heart, I know you believe that to

But look at you now, anything to fit in
But that's right, you don't believe in mortal sin

A suicide attempt, a trip to the asylum
The love of your life, you chased her off
Your parents sins, still your phantom?
Were all those years since just you turned-off?

Now you can only cope with aid
Any medicinal aid at all
No need for anything to be said
Once you' I Wish You the BestI hope you know that I still wish you the best,
Because at one time, I put you above all the rest.
Though the communication may be gone,
I don't want it to be that way for long.
But I'll respect your wishes, give you your space,
Even though I just want to see your face.

Days turn to weeks, weeks to months,
And I haven't seen you, not even once.
How could we spend these years together,
For you to say that you want to see me...never.

I was your first, and I wanted to be your last,
But alas, everything is now a thing of the past.
Now there's nothing left for me here,
And the time I sign my life away grows near.

I keep a smile on my Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is 8There once was a little number eight,
Which took on itself to negate,
Freedom, right,
Before they finally saw the light,
It gets better now, state by state. Thoughts Around A SunsetWill I go down like the sun?
Will I go anywhere?

Something about seeing the sun going down
makes me feel like I should feel a certain deepness;
there's just so much strength and meaning to it.
It gives me that tough love, telling me I need
to be stronger; it makes me want to break all the walls in my way;
it tells me I can but it won't be anywhere near easy, tough love again.
These are feelings and fears inside of me,
but I don't know why hard work scares as well as inspires me.

Must not have anything dishonest here right now.

I feel a change or a want for a change from
the beauty and value of this sunset;
I want it and fear it In SilenceIt's dark by eight now.
These days are not like our days before.
Do you think that if you stay silent,
I won't exist.
If so, I can stay silent too.

Sometimes I still check to see if you've called
or left a message or something, anything.
You haven't yet.
I know you won't.

You said you'd never hurt me
and when you left, I told Mom you hadn't,
not really,you wouldn't, not forever.
She smiled sadly.
She knew you would.

She knew you had. -So Said The Suicide Note"Everything suddenly
Starts fading from my eyes.
The daylight is blurry,
All I can think of is night…
But even the moonlight is lying
As headlights flash before the red

That I keep driving on through.

Oh I just don't know when to stop…
Honey, I'm not sure how to put this,
But today I've given up.

I'm done with holding on.
Truly, I am sorry everyone.

-I won't forget a single one of you-

Today the sun shined extra bright
As if to say,
'You'll be okay.'

But maybe I'm just not
Trying hard enough.

THE SUN WILL SHINE ON."

-So said the suicide note. She PlaysShe plays the piano
Just like an angel
Taking strides of her own

With folded wings
Clasped about her skin
As fingers intertwine
And hands do not rest,
But instead move

Across the keys
Unlocking the doors
Of a child's heart
As she sways
Into the Movements
Of a woman

The intensity of
Eyes permeates the air
Even as they are
Lowered

To the stepping stones
Where raindrops wept
A million tears
Creating Oceans
That spanned across
The sands
And forever flow

No matter how torrent
Or impalpable
She eases into that
Steady Motion

As her vessel
Gently rocks
The sunsets

Until the door is closed
And the song has
Ended, and Life Seems DistortedI dreamed in colours of Europe,
Drank concrete with the snow
Tasted April on my tongue
Heard the narcissus glow
[There's a chemical equation behind my eyes]
I smoked cigars made of tea
Taught a cloud how to write
Ate paperbacks on Cadillac convectors
Watched the sun all through the night
[Beatific starlight in the heat of a Bunsen burner]
I Laughed electric sparks
Ambled barefoot on comets
Stained coffee with music
Smelt brilliant, neon minutes
[Axioms atrophying colloquially with credulous scrutiny]
In these dreams ever breaking,
There's a love just awaking Exhaling The SkySittin here puffin on that loud loud
Yes that loud, super loud baby
Get in the whip, it be that cloud baby
Heavy puffin, car lookin like its filled with stuffin

Shit mamma you growin a garden
While I'm exhaling and growing the sky
I'm not gonna lie
I'm super high
Purple and green
I am a fiend
Got a nigga on lean
Whilin out like charlie sheen
Bitches love it when I'm mean

Probably got all my friends cause they fiends
But thats life
Whats next?
Go get a wife
Nah scratch that go get a new life

Shit son I am the sun and under me you'll have fun
I got dreads and yall think I'm a hippy
It's probably true
Cause I'm never blue
Change Doesn't Happen OvernightThis has changed us both,
Whether that's for the good or bad,
I just still don't know.
Though much time hasn't passed,
And only five moons have come and gone,
The lessons learned could be stacked to its tip.

One day when we look back on this,
I hope that we can laugh and smile,
And rejoice in the times spent together.
But for now, all we can feel is a bitterness,
Like the taste of black coffee on the tongue,
And though it wanes, it still remains.

I catch myself stuck in thought,
And I know that this much is true,
I will love you until the end of my days.
I will always love you as a person,
But this has taught me the difference HarbingerFrom beyond a space where time is still,
Rises a monster who wields a murderous will.
Crimson cuts of corruption line it's carapace,
Yielding imperial eyes on a merciless face,
Engines erupt to herald the harbinger's haste.

From beyond a silence where life is dead,
Moves a deity who haunts a ponderous head.
Purple parts of penetration mark it's form,
Daunting funereal cries by a tactless storm,
Circuits corrode to hail the harbinger's harm.

From beyond a sorrow where joy is lost,
Roams a terror who obeys a wonderous ghost.
Black bolts of beatification hold it's sword,
Slaying mercurial lies to a reckless word,
Diodes deduce to Suicide On Your LipsI tried so hard to pull away
At the end of the night when we kissed
But as you begged me once again to stay
I could taste suicide on your lips

And such an intoxicating fragrance
Far removed from the stench of death
Such a beautiful perfume of life
Of a lost girl hollow from neglect

Am I too late to save her my Lord
Will those lips ever smile again
When razorblade remedies are scarring
Her beautiful porcelain skin

You spoke of your sorrows till midnight
Then you slept in my arms until dawn
Awoke and cried tears until midday
For your past and your present you mourned

And when the last tear finally fell
I explained I'd never lea Don't you See?Paint her face with kisses and use her as you will. Forget her cries and strangle her with rope.

Blindfold her, love, so you don't have to see.

(Shh, dear, it will all be okay soon)

Sew her mouth shut and dress her how you want. They aren't tears falling from her eyes or blood seeping from wounds...that's not possible.

She holds no dreams and needs no love. She has no heart, dear, so please, do with her as you want.

She's your creation, your perfect little angel. She must have no wrong. Clean the blood, wipe the teas...pretend they were never there.

Dolls are empty, you see. To you.I don't understand this feeling
A swell in my chest
As you tell me I'm everything to you
It's odd to be in love

We've been so uneasy
Like a child's first steps
We fall often
Tumbling, stumbling

Faithful
Was something that was hard for me
But you being you
Taught me so much
Your goodness rubbed off on me

But I've never had someone with such
Unwavering faith in me
I uncertainly accept your forever
Because I never know what to make of such vague terms

I love you is so easy to say
And so hard to mean
Or is it so hard and mean?

Either way
I love you. 4:23 A.M.The nights are long
when they are ever so dark.
As I have found to be
since my Star left me
and always after.
When the nights are dark
so are my dreams.
Ever when my Star left me
I could't sleep.
For I could't dream.
So I sought comfort in my wine.
To light my sorrows
and give me sleep.
To do as my Star once did.

Sleep I was granted.
Yet my dreams were still far from me.
Nightmares,
was all that my dearest Evening Star left for me
As he ran away with my dreams.
And after I would cry, and for my dear Star.
Crying myself to sleep,
at 4:23 a.m.
I would sleep
to a dream of joyous thing that were to be.
Only to wake searching for my
Forever gone Evening Star.
Yet I remind myself that I
am not so unlucky.

For I have lost my Evening Star,
but at 4:23 a.m.
I am reminded that he is not completely gone
But reborn as My Morning Star.

And oh how beautiful is the morning light,:thumb330959128: Chorus Of Confliction"Chorus Of Confliction"

He threw her in a metal chair
Handcuffed wrists; pulled back hair
Stripping her almost completely bare
She wasn't going anywhere
What perfect timing as of now
For their parents had been out of town
What a way for siblings to behave
He had prepared for her an unmarked grave
This time she was going to hear him out
Annoyed by her pleas and pouts
He placed the tape onto her mouth
Her pleas now just muffled shouts
He had told her she had better stop
He warned her like a constant clock
She liked to rain on his parade
Turning nights into darkened shades
He knew he had to do this to her
Still he couldn't b Be mine I play your part
and you play mine,

We dissolve in each other
like a rhythm divine

You be in my heart
and i be in your mind

I be yours and
you be mine. you smelled like snowmy heart is a thing i wrote out

on the back of your hand, one night,
in ballpoint pen,

while you were sleeping soundly,
milky white and deep blue and wrapped in my love;

in the dark,
i closed my eyes and breathed your being's poetry,

filled with nirvana. My Story of FallingThey caught me off guard,
My façade was down,
There was nothing I could say,
That would change what they thought.

They knew now,
They knew how I felt,
It was plastered on my face,
The sorrow,
Mixed with pure insanity.

It all happened so quickly,
They sent me away,
Hoping I might change,
But they knew,
They knew I wouldn't,
I couldn't.

It was too late,
I had already lost it,
Lost everything.

So I became one of them,
The people I once despised,
I joined them,
I watched as we drained the colour,
Turning everything to our perfection.

I saw more people changed,
Their eyes so dull,
So cold,
Just.
Like.
Mine.

So thi

Non Fiction

Performance   I sit in one of the open seats next to my friend. I look down the arced row, I'm the tenth person to perform. We all are seated in front of the keyboard where each student goes up and perform the song we all practice alone. The problem is- we only practice for our ears but we perform in front of people who we are afraid to receive judgement from. No one practice for this, no one but the teacher and the advanced students. They are the students who know how to play before they ever took this class. I am secretly one of them, but I decided to go at the pace of everyone else...just for their sake. The teacher performs first for fun, but to me There is a day comingSeptember 13, 2012

There is a day coming. A day we must all face in our own way and in our own time. A day that someone we love will leave this earth. A day that he will no longer be here to turn to when we need advice. A day that his laughter or silly jokes will no longer fill the room. We are told he has a year to live. When we were children, a year seemed like a long time. Like too long to wait for something we really looked forward to. We couldn’t wait to be a year older, an inch taller, a grade higher or a step closer to that next milestone in life… But this is a year that we do not want to happen. This is a year that each Potato ChipsThe other day I finally realized, as I was going to the pantry for a snack, that my mind tortures me; I stared at the plastic film as the light bounced off of it and played with the shine of the colors. The shades all communicating with each other, hints of apologies and gestures, tales of beration and derogatory statements. Red was the primary color. It was a dark, ground-like red. Hot, haughty, gawking at the other colors, flaunting its vibrant steadiness, all the while consuming the shallow shyness of black as it creeped around the edges, trying to make itself noticed, but only succeeding in making red even more vivacious. The yellow was r The ArmchairSitting in my one seated couch with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights off, silence rebounds off the walls as I drink to find the bottom of the bottle again and add it to the collection stood next to me. This seat has found me in many different forms of this state, but it's always been the one state. This couch is the couch that has a perfectly moulded print of my thighs and arse embedded into the cushion.
When I lock myself away in the imaginary vault of the four feet and two arms, I have a chance to reflect in the state I've ended up in, I can set things straight in my mind and resolve questions through drinking and quietness. The Does an Artist Have to Play the Popularity Game?You, as an artist, might think that exposure follows artistic success. But now I believe that artistic success follow exposure. Here is a short story illustrating this fickle process:

Daviantart Michael creates art that borders on genius. After a while Michael comes down from his artistic "in the zone" mania (he loves the feeling, feels like he's high) and collapses asleep onto a pink sofa. Next morning (if ten o'clock is morning) he sips espresso and checks his inbox: 2, maybe 3 favs.

The caffeine hits Michael's bloodstream just as the disappointing realization sags over his head like a storm cloud. Why don't they see what I did here! Can' BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when

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