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InspirationThe crack addict
That lives outside my house
Who knocks at 2 a.m.
Thinking it’s alright
To intrude on my dreams
And give me new ones instead
That I then must write down
Or they’ll leave my dumb head
He feeds off other people’s stories
To make them his own
To get money out of the tragedies
By telling them to me
Who then wakes up
And feeds his habbit
I love him to death
But he’s driving me cra cra
Dang nab it
Heaven, to me.When I imagine heaven I get nervous. Not because of how long it is or what it will look like but because there will be no more lies. Everyone will know everything about me. I imagine it like a giant theater, there’s popcorn and coke and any type of candy you could ask for. Everyone’s laughing, talking, just excited for the movie to start. I sit down and I recognize everyone in the audience. I want to talk to all of them but before I can get up the movie starts. The title screen looks familiar. It’s my mom. She is holding me, a baby. The title appears above my mom, Katie. I smile, not knowing what is happening.
The film goes on and shows my childhood. My voice narrates it with my thoughts. I get in trouble, I play nice; everyone laughs and feels sympathy. But then things begin getting… scary. My crimes become less innocent, my thoughts more provocative and offensive. I squirm in my seat. The movie goes on.
People look back at me from in their seats with disgust
I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my dreams to be horrors. I prefer my friends to be drifters and my lovers to be liars. I prefer to be right about the world being hopeless and my life being a tragedy. This way I don’t have to try to get help or believe in anything. This way I don’t have to try. This way I don’t have to live. I can just be; without guilt. After all, without guilt there is no reason.
It gets easier. I promise.It gets easier. I can promise you that. I can tell you that even while looking at your contorted face that have more tears than clouds have raindrops. I promise things will get better. Somewhere along the road of life your heart will pick up a few tricks from who knows where and breakups and death will hurt less and less.
But some nights are longer than others. And on those nights where all you can see is ?????? and you no matter what logic cards you have, you can beat doubt on those nights. He has lady luck on his side sometimes too. And on those nights where you curl up in a ball and see all your demons laughing and pointing their finger at you, remember, things will get better. Let them have their laugh, in the morning your heart will roar like the lion you are again and tear them to pieces. Just plug in your favorite song and try and think of other things. Things like how beautiful the world is, how many people care to try and make it better. You can think about the bad things too
The Rose Not TakenThe Rose Not Taken
I fear my heart is wilting
I think I soon may quit
These dreams that used to fill my head
Now don’t seem to fit
I can’t believe in love forever
If I can’t even make it stay for a night
I can’t keep pretending
That everything’s going to be alright
If there was a rose bush
In which every other bud had been picked
Could the rose not taken
Not feel tricked
Tricked by the words
That told her that alone she’s complete
And that she’s too beautiful
For any other to compete?
I look at my pillow now
And realize I’m not
And there’s nothing that can help
Until all this life stops.
Reaching EnlightenmentReaching Enlightenment
She likes to play her favorite song so quietly that she has to be conscious of how loud her breaths can be to hear it. She does this because she knows that the loud part is coming up and to turn it down while it’s playing require effort and she likes to float in her serenity cloud to enlightenment while this song plays. It’s like the song is the only road she knows that can take her there. She’s never showed it to anyone else because still in her 21 year old head she believes in the same magic as wishes in this song in that if she tells anyone else the power will be lost. She ignores the fact that the song has over 31 thousand views on youtube. She pretends they’re all from her and the dislikes are from her demons. She smiles seeing the bar like that; the likes outnumber the dislikes by the hundred. Looking at that she imagines that somehow she’ll get out of this world, her world, alive and b
The Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines DayThe Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines Day
Every what down in Whatville liked Valentines Day a lot but the Cat Lady who lived just north of Whatville did not. The reasons were obvious to anyone who lived outside Whatville, the whats were just plain obnoscious about their holiday. They’d buy everyone in town a valentine, the more expensive and the bigger the better. Every year the heart shaped animals in their stores would get bigger and bigger until finally they could only fit one in the window of the store and the whats would have to preorder them to have them shipped to the recipient’s house. The candy of this day would stock their cabinets for months or even until the next Valentines Day. The cards they would give and receive would only have the latest music when they opened and have something fuzzy or cute on the inside. They would be signed with long sentences and large hand-drawn hearts and some kind of swirly signature at the end. As anyone outside of Whatville could see,
CollegeI wish I had come into this world as something other than a human. If I had come into the world as a flower I’d know exactly what I want to be. A flower. No questions asked. But I came into this world as a human. So I have to choose what I want to be. Do I want to be a tree and help shade the world from evil? Or do I want to be a rock and possibly become a building, part of something bigger than myself. Or do I want to be a raindrop? A piece of plastic? And whatever I choose I feel like it has to be forever. A rock does not change into rain. A flower cannot be tree or do what a tree does. I wish I was something other than a human.
Fallen AngelsAre angels still falling?
And if so should that mean something
Who are on the edge?
Could it be that beyond either abyss
Awaits an unsatisfying end
If the angels
Who've seen everything
And know everything about the good side
Then why are they still leaving
Unless there's a reason
But then I think
There are those moments
When you feel only good
Even if for the briefest seconds
And that's how I imagine
That heaven must be like
The angels must just curious
But I know the other side too
So there's no need for humans to be curious
We know hell all too well
BroniesJust because I watch the show,
And draw pictures,
And write gory fanfiction,
And write non-gory fanfiction,
And think of headcanons,
And look at other people's pictures,
And read other people's stories,
And write more fanfiction,
And draw comics,
And befriend lots of bronies,
And watch fan animations,
DOES NOT MEAN I'M A BRONY
Keep a Sharp Eye Out for the HeroineThe good deed is best magnet for drawing devils closer
Satan himself sould be with us at this hour.....as i try to razor-milk the whites of your poppy eyes
New Game PlusFought the final boss,
Saved the princess,
This wasn't the true ending?,
Fight the boss,
Find a key to a new world,
It's still not the only ending?,
Do it all over again.
Pinup GirlsA pinup girl is a kind of cartoon character
With a disproportionate mind and figure.
She has this facial expression, the same one constantly,
As if to say wow, a birthday cake, just for me?
She lives in a fantasy world
In which everyone's soul has been sold
Living lives of raucous absurdity
Macho men ogle at the pinup girls in the city.
A pinup girl, upon noticing she's being noticed,
Will keep on walking but will look back with mock embarrassment.
If she carries one, she'll twirl her umbrella
Blinking long black lashes till someone shouts hey, ragazza bella!
Her walk is a sight to behold, a sight quite comic at least,
Waddling, high heeled, well tapered legs clumsily a-jut from a wasp thin waist.
A streetwalker, but not a whore, as innocent as a virgin but not an angel,
She's a pinup girl.
A short prayer to the Gods of coffeeOh, dear lords of our coffee empire,
Give us the strength
to push through this time of need
and grant us our consciousness
so we don't fall asleep while we study.
Your wish to be forever intertwined and celebrated
in the company of milk and sugar,
your sisters on this earth of ours,
will forever be remembered as our one and only sense of life.
Without you, we are lost.
Don't abandon us.
(Pondering) Aug. 13, 2014I sit in my desk.
I am silent but I am thinking.
Thinking of what to write.
Thinking of what my mind could imagine.
Imagine a wonderful action-filled story?
Imagine a romantic candle lit evening?
Naw, I think I will write what I am thinking...
My Fishful JokeHey Guys!!
What is a Fish talking on a Cellphone!!......
Answer: a "Cellfish"!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! GET IT?!?!?
Is a Wordplay of "Selfish" and "Cellphone"!!
So, Thanks for Watching and See you later!!
Brave New World"O brave new world
That has such people in it"
Who desire pleasure above all else
Without inevitable consequences;
Who despise love between two and two only
And thus know not the meaning of love;
Who despise responsibility for actions
And kill so they can make the same mistakes;
Who condition children to accept without question
And despise any who doesn't accept as well;
Who call for the destruction or exile
Of all who sees the truth that isn't in line with pleasure!
Don't worry about PlutoThe sun is just a big bully anyway
A bit inconsiderate wet baby
That everyone oh's and ah's at
Because it's the only one
That lights up their sky.
Venus is like the neglected child,
The baby's older sister
But nobody cares about her
She can't be measured by innocence anymore
When compared to her younger sister
Mercury is the bully brother
He pretends not to care
That nobody cares about him
But he does, and it's obvious
Earth is the talented kid
But he has no control over his life
His talents control him
Sometimes he just wants to hide
Mars is the freak of the family
Always being watched
Because nobody trusts
What they don't really know
Jupiter is just the big rich one
He has a scar, sure
But it's a small price to pay
He's really just hot gas
Saturn is only known by connection
The crowd she surrounds herself with
The center of the crowd
But nobody really understands her
Neptune thinks he's all cool
But he's not so much
Nobody really cares about him
But he still tries
Uranus. No words to
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