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Fallen angelThe fallen angel of war,
with her dress of pure black,
laying now upon the floor,
after the apocalyptic attack
Her skin so pale,
her body crying blood,
taken from her grail,
after the great dark flood
They flocked her
the beasts of death
the sword of the ruler
taking away her last breath
The beasts, unknown
no ounce of remorse
attacking her in a giant cyclone
with all their great force
they ran from the field
but unable to flee
as their fate was now sealed
they were no longer free
The beast of war appeared
the ultimate lord!
with his great shining beard
and his epic sword
He massacred the demons
the sword like fire
and swore to his legions
her life will not expire
Darknessthe darkness is hear
the night so cold
believing no fear
forgetting what's told
I'm walking alone,
roaming that street
sick to the bone
from all that dead meat
I just want freedom,
but no one will help
falling towards boredom
but never a yelp
the sun braking through
but still no hope,
feeling so blue
I really can't cope
I head back home
I'm scared, frightened,
I can see the dome!
my life has brightened
but just remembered,
no one's there
there all dismembered,
they didn't care..
they are coming
the zombies near
I can hear the drumming
I can't handle the fear
running for my life
just running fast,
the bitter strife
I know it's my last
they jumped me,
pulled me under,
maybe by three
it felt like thunder
shoe poem, converseI love your shoe
I know you do to
It sits there so cute
Much better than your boot
Its such a great red
Like the sheets of my bed
And the laces so colorful
They feel so faithful
They are amazingly clean
Oh and a stripe of green!
Without a scratch it sits
Without dirt, without bits
Where did you buy them from?
I have to buy some!
ALL STAR!! Converse!
They must be your universe
Do you ever wear them?
They shine like a gem!!
You do? SERIOUS
Oh yes, a bit of wear, oblivious
I hope you have a lovely walk
Just don't give them a knock
I really want a pair
But i know it wouldn't be fair
ScaredI’m scared to go to sleep at night,
Afraid to close my eyes,
Instead I stay awake and watch,
The honey gold sun rise.
I’ve banished all the nightmares,
I don’t fear them anymore,
Happy memories await me,
In the dreamy land of Lore,
I don’t want to see these happy times,
So that I cry myself awake,
It’s strange how happy can mean sad,
And being fine can make you break.
Writing Is MagicWings take flight
Right off the page
Flying toward the sky
As the words escape my mind.
Pen touches the crisp paper
Magic begins to glow
From the tip of my wand
Bringing thoughts to life.
Imagery imprints the mind
Visualizing words to picture
Transforming into a story
Becoming a part of the tale.
Each word written
Is like a verbal tale
That becomes a spell
Hocus pocus, abra-imagia.
Reading each line
The eyes chow down
The mind digests
As the soul feels.
Words speak more than action
Strikes harder than a sword
Touches the soul from within
Can bring tears to the eyes.
Words can be used good or bad
Its just how we use them
To inspire or dispire
Help or ignore.
They can inspire us
Intrigue us with mystery
Make us laugh with joy
When their arranged oddly.
Words can heal us
More than medicine
For stories and poems
Fascinate and lure us
Like sirens singing to sailors.
Words formed together
To form a sentence
Like a spell forming
To create a crystal
Letting it shine bright
In the sunlight.
City of LiesOne more day in this city of lies,
Take off your mask—it's your only disguise.
A short time left, oh what a surprise—
Look how time flies—
One more day before it all dies.
A Guide To Understanding ArtistsI did not create this, i found it and because I loved it so much I asked the lovely artist who wrote it if I could repost it. :3
This was actually written by :iconMimibert:
Please read carefully:
Each sketch or doodle is important
So don't say the following:
"It's just a sketch. Can't I have it? You won't miss it!"
Or you will end up with freshly sharpened pencils up your ass
Artist get attached to things they create
Much like mothers and their babies
Remember that It's cruel to separate parents and children until the children are old enough to go out on their own
Until that day
DO NOT ask for art until it has matured and is ready to leave the nest
If you ask an artist to look through their sketchbook one of the three things will happen:
A) you will be given a stone cold glare, indicating how stupid the question really was
B) you will be allowed to peek at selec
teen-angst bullshitthere’s a teenager at the microphone.
and god, the crowd knows it.
sitting back, they’ve already judged.
it’ll be teen-angst bullshit, they say.
some overemotional, hormonal kid whining about what she doesn’t have.
then they tell the kid she has everything.
how dare she complain?
how dare she stand at the mic and challenge?
how dare she preach her teen-angst bullshit as if it were a gift?
how dare she be anything other than a rose under a glass case?
and even though her petals are falling,
even though she sees through the garden to the street and the rain and the dirt
the broken fences and broken glass
broken people broken places broken souls
even though her words are duct tape she’s fixing the fences
fixing the glass
she knows she can’t fix the people
but she tries
words pouring from her mouth, into the microphone into the ears of the crowd
frequencies combining, overlapping
rising falling volume cascading more than the breath from a scream
The Kingdom of Luck and ChanceLuck is a kingdom strange and capricious,
Ruled by the whim of the most superstitious.
The law is abstruse and vague at best;
Every rule made could be anyone's guess.
The king and queen of the indecisive kind
Had never even once made up their minds.
Civil war solved by a roll of the die,
A flip of the coin judges criminals' lives.
The nobles, unsure about what to do,
Voted and argued based on their mood.
Rain or sun determined no or yes,
Logic and reason fell to whim and guess.
Peasants who feel that luck is their labor -
Wanting the wind and weather in their favor
And wanting good food and the finest clothes -
Never work, but wait for luck to bring them those.
Luck is a kingdom strange and erratic,
Failures prominent and successes sporadic.
To those who consider Luck a trustworthy friend,
Beware - for Luck may fail you in the end.
GeodeI was only a simple stone
With a heart of crystal, pure as dirt
Once broken, the geode
Can never be rock once more
violet's bioviolet's bio
cloths: anything colorful. also wears pink glasses
style: t-shirts, shorts, sometimes dresses.
mood: happy and daring.
weapon: ball spike hammer.
secret crush: shadow the hedgehog.
quote: "I'm violet...violet dove" *smiles*
hates: being call weak. and hates the name winit.
team: new member of team dark.
other language: can also speak Japanize.
theme song: "reach for the stars" by cash cash
bio: violet first meet shadow when she was running from eggman. violet was born with powers. she had the power to control nature and was somehow connect to mobeious. eggman killed her parents when she was 13 and has vowed to average them by taking down eggman. while violet was running she didn't know that shadow was watching her. when he look at her blue eyes he thought of Maria. shadow help violet and when violet saw shadow it was love at first site, same for shadow. violet told shadow about hers powers about why eggman was after her. she also told him that eggman had killed her parents
grandma suffers Swat raidEVANSVILLE, IN — An innocent elderly woman’s home was raided by SWAT when she was suspected of using the internet to trash-talk and post threats toward the local police. In response, gun-wielding assailants breached her doors and windows in a violent search for electronic evidence.
The hair-raising incident took place at the household of Louise Milan on Powell Street. It was the place where she and her husband had raised their six children, and had lived for three decades.
On June 21, 2012, the solitude of the familial home was shattered — along with numerous doors and window panes. Louise Milan, 68, was home with her adopted daughter, 18-year-old Stephanie Milan. Around midday, Louise had been straightening her bedroom when she heard a terrifying sound from downstairs.
“I hear this noise, and I’m thinking something’s hit the house,” Louise recalled in her deposition. “Then I think the world has come to and e
candyfloss poemcandyfloss, pure sugar
soft as a lover
and sweet like chocolate
raises the mood like a rocket
as colorful as the rainbow
or as simple as pure snow
no matter what, its enjoyed
even though you can be annoyed
upon the rain falling
the sugar ball starts calling
as it slowing dissolves away
a sudden and sticky decay
but the feel on your tongue
the warm sugar clung
feeling so young and free
i know you agree
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