Hullo peoples who clicked on the world title.
You are now sucked into my libary-like vortex of liturature, and endless big words...HUHAHAH!!!
No, i also put songs lyrics on here, and poems too.
Okay, so I'll put stories on here, some poems, and lyrics and hopefully they'll get turned into fanfics...or somthing like that.
Get your reading glasses on peeps, and here we go!
I gasp,
for the air i had lost,
for the air i never had.
I grasp the air,
trying to stand,
and feel the earth i had taken for granted.
My world was ne'er right,
i was bling and mute,
And now,
now i can hear words for what they are,
but you choke me with new air,
this new,
new sweeter air.
Food,
you gave it taste,
Earth,
feels so soft now.
Thank you,
so much for finding me.
I will find you someday,
and kiss your fingers for this.
I will thank you until the moonshines brightly over the feilds,
and wrap my arms,
tightly around your waist,
and thank you.
Creeping suspsion,
Violent chils down my spine,
How can this be right?
They say,
If it walks like a duck,
and talks like a duck,
Then it must be a duck,
But this one claims to be a goose.
My eyes well up,
this has happened before,
three times to be exact,
Am i just parinoid,
And maybe,
I'm right.
Will i make the call,
and tell the sighns,
Or will it be in vain.
The reasons keep coming,
The senses tell me,
screaming,
ITS ALL A LIE!
YOU THINK IT YOURSELF!
but a quiter one keeps calling,
settle down, all its right.
Creeping suspsion,
violent chill down my back,
How can this be right?
Silent pleas, hear loud
Black hole in my chest,
You ache me so
cracks around the edges,
pain is all i know.
In the depths of this hole,
is a small living thing,
Wanting to fly,
to spread its wing.
It beats slowly,
To its own tune.
I'm waiting for it to crash,
its life will end soon.
Where is the life blood,
that once flowed so well?
There is none now,
of that i can tell.
Went first was the sight,
then the hearing,
All i wish to see,
is the heavenly clearing.
My fingers grow numb,
the edges go black,
This world never did,
cut me the slack.
But i can do is sing this ending song.
Albaster love,
Help me now,
You said you would,
some way, some how.
I did as you said,
I did your will,
Tell me,
why am i the wolves kill.
Pain jarrs on,
Stabbing as much as a swamp is full of moss,
Because i know,
I'll soon be on the cross.
I pray for them still,
I know they could turn around
But still they beat me,
as i lie on the ground.
i stood at the counter, smooth marble glinting in the flourecent lighting. My eyes darted to the glass case showcasing the cakes and cookies, coffee breads on blue and bleach white plates. To say the least, it was a tempting sight.
A high-teens girl in a green apron, black shirt, and jeans popped out of no where and asked cheerfully, "How may I help you?"
I thought quickly, "Um, yeah, I'd like a Godiva chocolate cheese cake slice thingy."
"Do want something to drink?" She asked cordiually.
"Uh, what?" I asked in a high voice.
"D-do you want something to dink, with that?" she asked, confused at my own confusion.
"Oh, sorry, yeah, no." I replied bashfully.
I pulled out my lil' starbucks gift card, and handed it over.
I soon receiveed the cheese cake.
I took it to my table, that the rest of my family was seated at, and tried to eat my food as gracefully as i could. This was a coffee house of course, and only colledgedine on sweets and draw students and art anthropologists spend time, not aspiring manga-kas dine on sweets.
I sighed, and thought how much luckier i was, bcause i'm not stuck up
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So, good?
He Wears His Heart
Safety Pinned To His Backpack
His Backpack Is All That He Knows
Shot Down By Strangers
Whose Glances Can Cripple
The Heart And Devour The Soul
All Alone He Turns To Scold
While Holding His Breath After Death
Terrified Of Whats Inside
To Save His Life He Crawls
Like A Worm From A Bird
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
Out Of His Mind The Way
Pushes Him Whispering
Must Have Been Out Of His Mind
New Day Dillusions Are
Pushing This Out Of His Head
Maybe Out Of His Mind
All Alone He Turns To Scold
While Holding His Breath After Death
Terrified Of Whats Inside
To Save His Life He
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
All He Knows
Is He Cant Belive That It Grows
And So It Goes
He Crawls Like A Worm
Crawls Like A Worm From The Bird
Out Of His Mind The Way
Pushes Him Whispering
Must Have Been Out Of His Mind
All Alone He Turns To Scold
While Holding His Breath After Death
Terrified Of Whats Inside
To Save His Life He Crawls
Like A Worm From A Bird
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
All Alone
He's Holding His Breath After Death
Terrified To Save His Life
He Crawls Like A Worm
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
Crawls Like A Worm
Crawls Like A Worm
Crawls Like A Worm From A Bird
So cool, right!?
