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Take Me Away to MarsSometimes, when I feel down,
I look at this city sky
trying to see the stars.
The vastness confirms that
no, I don't belong here.
Please, take me away to Mars.
No one there to call my name,
give me unwanted advice,
or try to live my life for me.
I close my eyes, and imagine
the silence, the empty space,
perfect place to be free.
An atmosphere so grey,
we can't trust anyone.
Another planet? It's not that far!
I've already packed my stuff.
Take me away from this big, bad world,
and agree to take me to Mars.
BeastAre you scared of me, Dear?
Am I the monster you always said I wasn't?
Is my sweet smile now an ugly sneer?
Scared? Frightened? Horrified?
Am I the beast in the dark to you?
Am I no longer the Goddess you glorified ?
Do you fear the words that come from my lips?
Scared to see me at night?
I come no matter what. New moon or eclipse.
Let me show you tonight,
Of the beast you created.
From the hell of the morning light.
You think I wanted you to be scared?
I had promised to never hurt you,
Because of all the memories we shared.
My heart was not to clever,
Which made us, Beast and Beauty
And you, are something lost to me
Shadow in the night
I hear you creep,
I hear you sneak.
Footsteps behind me!
A shadow sweeps across the empty lot.
My heart beats franticly in my chest,
As I quicken my pace.
The fear takes over,
As a twig snaps!
Just a bump in the night I tell myself.
But I know better.
I feel his eyes on me!
His gaze of death.
His skin as ice,
The grin of a madman!
I have encountered this monster before.
Not even human enough to be a man.
His eyes like flamed daggers!
Digging into my flesh!
A scream escapes my lips,
As I meet his gaze.
My skin crawls,
And I become ice cold,
As he draws closer.
I cannot think! I cannot move!
The end has come,
The end of
Where I'm FromWhere I'm From
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
TomboyI like to wear baggy clothes,
I'd rather wear a boy's shirt than wear a tight girl's shirt,
I love my jeans, and sweat pants,
But maybe that's because I'm a Tomboy.
Just because I like to wear guys clothes,
And compete with them in competitions,
Doesn't mean you need to judge.
I honestly feel better wearing those clothes than,
Wearing a dress or skirt,
But hey that's me.
I liked to wear what my brothers wore,
And play the games that they did,
I never wanted to be left out.
I would rather wear a sweater,
Baggy pants, and sneakers,
Than wear something that's not me,
And that I'm not comfortable in.
I hate girly clothes,
Better Than I Know MyselfI take a look in the mirror,
And I see this person.
She's me, the real me.
Pressing my hand against the glass,
It feels like she's actually real.
Like I could reach in,
And take her hand.
She knows my secret, my fears, my dreams,
She knows what I have been through,
Because she's been there too.
She's strong, and confident,
Everything I hide on this side.
She's the only person, who knows me,
Better than I know myself.
She's fallen, rose above,
She's been scared, loved, sad,
And so much more.
She lets me see who I have become,
And she knows that scars that I have carried.
I guess you could say she's my best friend.
I know sh
Love is....Love is when your heart flutters
That first time you see someone
and you feel you've know them forever
Love is bliss
that first kiss that blows you away
and leads to many more
Love is determination
The will to fight any battle
to be with the person you love
Love is forever
creating a life with another
letting your souls join together
Angel ComplexThere are those who believe themselves to be vampires...
Werewolves, witches, psychics...
I sit alone, not knowing what to think of God, but knowing what I think about Angels:
They are my idols, my models, my grace.
Guardians of people, of dreams, of hope.
But I am one of those who do not believe in angels that are described with wings and halo and harp.
Those are just metaphors...I have found...
The wings are the acts or protection...to shield away from harm.
The halo is but the heart...that encircles the soul, the spark.
The harp is but soothing words made into an art.
How I wish to be like them, the Angels who protect...
But at the same time, while I try and fail...
Who will save me from my own death?
GeographyMy last year of elementary school
Possibly the best on record
Before I grew up
We had this assignment that was meant to present
Our knowledge of these certain terms
Mountain, plateau, key, archipelago
Peninsula, strait, and so on, et cetera
Given these small, thin sheets of paper
And the definitions of each
I set out on a snow day to pursue this project
Colored pencils and a black felt pen
Carefully drawing them
Tongue out the side of my teeth
I wanted it to be perfect
It was a four hour ordeal
I remember reappearing out of my room
And lunch had gone by long ago
But I wasn't yet finished
I couldn't find a ring to hang them o
A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)
Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.
Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,
External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,
looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.
What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.
To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.
At the entrance to my ears,
Special favourSoon again someday I'll see your face
And hear your loud laughing cries:
Listening to those strange things you say
As I softly reply with sighs
Yet in mind I'll be thinking all the time
If you and I can ever be side by side.
I'll pretend then that I'm doing fine
Even though deep withinside
I wish to leap into your tender arms
And kiss those lips that are too far;
Beyond reach, because of shared morals
Yet I dream about our lusting tomorrow
As if there were none to follow.
Someday oh, someday it shall be so
That we share a place and together lay
Entangled within this strong desire
To add to the furnace more burning fire
Regret and EnvyRealizing that
Everything you've done has
Everything you wanted
To say was left unspoken
Nothing you can
Do about it.
Needs only one try, though there are
Varying results between
You and them
Beside MeThere I wake up
And you're there with me.
I'm not feeling well
And I want to sleep
But you help me up.
You make me feel better
Because you care for me.
I look a mess
But you don't care.
You still think I'm beautiful.
We go to the computer,
My new residence,
And I look for the guy I yearn.
But I have you.
Perhaps that's all I need.
New EyesI have new eyes
Things now won't be in disguise
They will be so clear
Because the truth lies
Behind my lies
I must be careful
I must be wise
For things might be different
But There won't be any surprise
Because the light in me will rise
I won't be blind
I won't be tied
To old things in me died
Don't you see what lies behind the lies?
Come & see through my eyes
Zombie Apocalypse Essay The world is over! Take your heavy carcass off the chair and look outside. Out there be zombies. It is currently a zombie apocalypse. How would you survive? Stock up on supplies, go on a zombie slaying rampage, let them eat you or isolate yourself in the most extreme conditions. Either way, most of the population of living organisms in the world would probably not survive.
At the first mention of humanoid undead, a zombie would probably be the first thing that pops into any sane person's mind. Originally, zombies were just animated human corpses, something like a morbid puppet, but with mind-altering drugs instead of physical strin
Profile of Albert ViceName: Albert Vice
Hometown: Somewhere, under the Rainbow
Current Residence: The Underground
Occupation: Ursus Recruit
Talents/Skills: extremely lucky and in the same way, extremely unlucky
Birth order: the usual way, headfirst
Siblings (describe relationship): none
Spouse (describe relationship): none
Children (describe relationship): none
Grandparents (describe relationship):dunno
Grandchildren (describe relationship): what?
Significant Others (describe relationship): erm
Relationship skills: horrible
Height: not that tall, not that short (average)
Chronicles of Albert Vice -Chapter One -Part Two"Look, all I'm doing here is up to you. Anything I do here is because you let me. It's not like I'm going to barge in all over the place and stomp over your rhododendrons or something. Wait wait wait wait!!!"
The door slammed. Dammit. Back in the boxroom, this time, very dark. Touchy subjects; flowers. Remember the Eadle twins? Guess I should have talked about them more.
Dwight Thomas Eadle, the elder by about a minute and maybe the only Eadle with a working mind. Seeing that the two have the capacity of arguing with Mr. Byrd shows their intelligence quota to be less than average. Mr. Byrd's intelligence quota goes to the advanced l
Chronicles of Albert Vice -Chapter One -Part OneThere I was, sitting in a dark boxroom, still full of boxes and hopefully one occupant. Okay maybe not too dark. There was a flimsy looking oil lamp near the left corner of the ceiling fan, dangerously close, and not much else on the ceiling to look at. Mr. Byrd and the Eadle twins were outside the door, arguing.
Confused? I suppose so, I'm confused as well, talking to myself. Okay I should start at the beginning.
It was a dark and stormy day, screw clichés, I was walking through a town full of boarded up windows and not much left on the street. Things that strayed out into the open were met with an onslaught of rain. The wind wasn't m
AlwaysDo you see the water?
That used to be me
Flowing, oh so carefree
Leaving Mother Earth
Once in a while
(It was a heated disagreement)
But I come back
I always come back.
Do you see the skeleton?
That used to be me
Cold bones, white, bleached
In the sun
(It was only an accident)
So I stay
I always stay.
Do you see the lightning?
That used to be me
Oh, too late.
(It was a flash you know)
There's not enough time
There's always not enough time.
Do you see the blue marble?
That's where I am
You could block me out with your thumb.
Abundant yet lonely
I am always lonely.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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