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Hey Little GhostHey little ghost, why must you cry?
Did someone tell you a pretty lie?
Was it not your time to die?
Hey little ghost, don't be shy.
Hey little ghost, why are you so scared?
Are you afraid that no one cared?
Were you frightened when your soul was ensnared?
Are you scared of the demons with their sharp teeth bared?
Hey little ghost, are you in pain?
Trapped in this world from this chain.
Are you pained by the fact only your suffering has remained?
Hey little ghost, did you die in vain?
Hey little ghost, are you going to possess me?
Is it true that your seduction is heavenly?
Is it true that your anger is deathly?
Hey little ghost, will you someday set my soul free?
Hey little ghost, why did you decide to become such a creature?
I never thought you'd be such a creeper?
Since you aren't going to get any deader.
I guess it's just you and me forever.
Counting My BreathsCounting my breaths.
Why must you haunt me so?
I hate you and always will.
You only bring me pain.
Yet I can not help but want you.
Do you hear that? The breathing has stopped.
You fascinate me with your sharp edges and obvious use.
No sound comes from the chest cavity.
Your make wonderful music.
Maybe she is hiding.
How am I to match that wonderful hymn?
But from what? Has her dad gone crazy again?
But with silence....
Maybe she- Wait listen closely...What is that sound?
I gasp in pain. No I must not interrupt the symphony of heart beats pounding my head.
It is a small sound....A sound more breathtaking then any music.
To keep my vow of silence I will cut those that gave me my noise.
Yes....It is the sound of a freed bird.... A bird that was in captivity for far too long.
The blood rushes clouding my vision with red but I don't need my sight anymore....
I have the silence....
Beautiful WonderlandThere's a world you need to see
Just beyond your eyes
Where everyone lives and no one ever dies.
Through the sky and beyond the moon
With giant flowers
And trees that touch the sun
A whole planet
where nobody fits and everyone belongs.
And the children never die
And the adults never cry
You can be and do whatever you want.
It's a sacred place
Not to be invaded by reality
Where only those uncorrupted can explore.
A midnight city
A high-speed race
A never ending forest of wondrous creatures.
And you never have to come down
And Mario and Luigi would be jealous
There are no clouds, only bright blue skies.
Just beyond your reach
Out of your touch
In a place beyond your mind and senses.
If it does not exist in any way,
How come we spend so much time escaping to such a place
That we can't see, can't hear, can't touch?
Up through the sky
The best lie never told
You can fall in love or make enemies
So let's fly to this hidden dimension
Where you will never die
Or face those awful
Full House of Jokers Ep:2
Kinan: Well hello and welcome back to, Full House of Jokers!!!!
Hiruoto: You really should give it a shorter name.
Youmi: And you really should shut your trap.
Ushinawa: *sarcastically* Oh no Youmi didn't curse. What on earth happened to Youmi?
Youmi: It's called profit you nimrod.
Hiruoto: I bet Youmi 10 bucks she couldn't stay clean through the entire episode.
Ushinawa: *looks at Youmi* So you bet 10 dollars on not doing something you do every hour?
Youmi: Grr Believe it or not I do have self control. *everyone burst out laughing* What are you buffoons laughing at?
Hiruoto: Really Youmi?
Ushinawa: The only person in this room that has self control is me. Not even Kinan, (our creator) has self control.
Kinan: That's tr- Wait a minute!
Youmi: Grrr *crosses arms and grumbles to self*
Kinan: *reaches behind throne and pulls out huge gray book with a black antique looking outline and a white insignia (the picture above) on the front and back* Anyways this is like I said in my j
Borrowed AngelsTheir so bright, and they feel so much more.
They touch your heart in ways no one has done before.
Their love is sweeter, and in their eyes they show to give you the very best.
Their giggles make our lives so blest.
So why do they, in return go so soon?.
Angels with the most beautiful souls I heard someone say on a full moon.
They must be borrowed angels, here with us in life.
They make everything seem rosy and bright.
Sometimes sadly their Heaven sent,
And sometimes...Heaven needs them back again.
They look so deep within you, they can see your soul.
And even when they leave you know you'll never let go.
The sky seems bluer and the grass is a rich, forest green.
The little angel's work has been done, it seems.
It's okay to cry, you've lost something dear.
But remember that the angel will always be near.
It's looking down from Heaven upon you, with such bliss.
And in the winds it sends down a little kiss.
It's sad for them to go, but their Heaven sent.
And sometimes, Heaven needs them
Who I Could BeLate at night as I lay in bed,
As many thoughts rush through my head,
I think about the weak and strong,
I question all the right from wrong,
I wonder who could I really be,
I think of what's gotten into me,
I hang out with the entirely wrong crowd,
All these thoughts I am thinking out loud,
What is this life I am in?
My head is now beginning to spin,
I pace my room without a sound,
Walking in circles round and round,
All these questions I have to ask,
I can never finish a single task,
My heart is beating really fast,
Asking myself will this really last
Nothing I do feels like it's right,
Even though I am very bright,
Why does it feel this way?,
The exact same thing every day
So here I am thinking in my head,
All the negative things I've said,
This is not the real me,
It definitely cannot be
Sitting here thinking for a while,
I find myself beginning to smile,
All these emotions I have to express,
Letting go of all this stress,
Sitting here in the rain,
Feeling all of this pain,
Full House of Jokers Ep:1
Hiruoto: Well hello, and welcome to the first episode of Full House of Jokers.
Youmi: Exactly why are we here?
Ushinawa: Kinan was tired of us taking up her journals so she decided to funnel our arguments into a comedy.
*The ground starts trembling wildly*
Youmi: What the H*** is that?
*A crack forms and spreads through the floor opening up it's chasm to reveal Kinan rising up on a throne type chair nonchalantly sipping a Dr.Pepper, crumbling it an d throwing it away once the chair has stopped rising and the ground has stopped shaking*
Kinan: Well hello ladies, gentlemen, elves, orcs, fairies, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures, to my show. *Waves hand over head making a huge glowing sign appear over head blinking the words 'Full House of Jokers'*
Youmi: Well this is a load of C- *suddenly the 'o' out of the word House falls off and lands on Youmi, knocking her down*
Hiruoto: YOUMI!! *runs to her side trying to help her*
Ushinawa: WHAT THE F***?! You had enough money to buy a TH
Girl of DeathGirl of death
With the skin of lace,
Will you lie with me?
In my final resting place.
Your fingers on mine,
Your lips as well.
Be my drop of poison,
In this burning Hell.
Girl of death
With eyes of black,
Look with me,
On the joy we lack.
Watch with me,
Look at their empty souls,
With their hearts,
As dark as coals.
Girl of death
With blood of stone,
Does it really hurt,
To be so alone
I'm here with you
No matter the pain,
We shall join our hands
Together in this forgotten land.
The Pain of A MadmanTrapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort me.
I know the pain of the madman;
He lives inside of me.
I've felt the strength of demons
And the weakness of self- preservation.
And hope. Hope.
Hey, parents, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Are they locked away inside of themselves?
Are their minds slipping away?
Mama hen, mama hen . . .
The fox has taken your baby again.
Precious minds are a shame to waste
Memories are forgotten in haste.
I am losing all that is me . . .
Yet gaining something entirely different.
Something that acts like an animal
And speaks like God.
Comforts me like a best friend
And loves me like its child.
I am its child.
An innocent brat, ready for its teachings.
Ready to do what is told to me.
Believing all that is said to me.
Taking in all.
And living off of my fevered dreams.
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]
The Story of a Boy.
This is the story of a boy.
Who had lost his mother.
He had a father.
Who did not a care.
The poor little boy.
He never had friends.
All alone in a town.
Which was almost a barren land.
At the age of seven.
Something new happened.
A family moved in.
Into the barren town.
They had a little girl.
With her lovely dark curls.
And new friends they became.
The lonely boy and the bonny gal.
But the boy, he wasn’t.
What he seemed to be.
In his head there were demons.
Demons, waiting to be unleashed.
When the day arrived.
And the boy lost his mind.
He tortured the young girl
to her death.
Oh, it was such an evil crime.
The girl she returned
in her reincarnated form.
She was only four,
while the boy was eleven.
Shocked at her resemblance
with the girl he once met.
He tricked her yet again,
and again, she was killed.
Again she returned,
as her soul never rests.
her mind doesn’t remember
but her spirit deman
An Infectious DiseaseSome will say hope is a killer; an infectious disease that plants shitty pipe dreams in the mind, but hope is a good thing, sometimes the only thing that keeps us going. And it comes not from the pipes that won't play or the dreamer's gaze, but from the inside. All you have to do, is find it.
Mr. FrostThe cellar, is far more suitable than the attic, but if they prefer the attic, let them have it. It makes no difference to me. Even when they come rattling down the staircase after dark, running dried chalky fingertips, along split cracked walls, or standing motionless behind closed doors with only blackness in their eyes. As if salvation lay on the other side. How amusing they are in the beginning, but their echoes become fewer and fewer as the days grow long. Until they no longer speak the name, Mr. Frost and I know, it's time to kill again.
Ragtime StreetsCrowded city streets
breezes turn to wind
winds to storms
and all that I can see
are strangely foreing faces
falling upon my lips
in misty shadowed eclipse
like drops of acid rain
and all that I can hear
are echoes of their voices
vibrating within me
like eyes of the hurricane
Crowded city streets
unkind ruthless walls of concrete
drapes of gray and halls of steel
no shapes, no trees, no air, no feel
only those strange foreign faces
ghosts of smiles from faraway places
I´ll never see
vibrating within me
Crowded city streets
and light is just a rare wishful dream
and night is just a trick
of neon quiver and toxic plasma gleam
only strange unfamiliar faces
of ghosts from distant forbidden places
blurred in the void
in emptiness of crowd
Crowded city streets
there is no reason for me
to stay to walk
to pray to talk
no place for me
in this crowds of colour and gaze
in this void of awed and amaz
Slow Your RollSlow your roll; take one day at a time. Life is easier to process in small doses. Do not be concerned, with the shit you can’t change, because that’s just a waste of time. Keep your eye on the prize, but don’t let it consume you, else you’ll find no joy, at the end of that ride. Do the things that make you happy, because you’re no good to anyone, without that.
The music we hear today...In my opinion, The true meaning of music will die shortly,
Since people only care of being big and famous and get money for their own,
And they never share their success unless they'll gain some glory,
But they'res some people who makes music to make people feel better,
or who explains what the world looks like in their eyes,
And the best part, they'll never be traitors,
Like the ones who betray the way of true music,
Those people were called emos, Satan's children, or just plain weird,
because most people's taste of music is getting more sick,
But, I'm one of their fans and that's what keeps me stronger,
And in the future, I want to destroy someone else's sense of "justice"
With the power of true music, and to regain our peaceful order,
Because, I don't want our future generations in pain or just plain shallow,
If I do that, I'll save the true music in no time~!
Sand slipping awayThey tell me that I have the world in my hands
But all I see is sand slipping away in the hour glass.
I let an hour pass just to watch the day wisp away
Before being sure that I can't control the way the wind blows.
Who truly knows where the wind will end up taking us
Once the day is done, the diploma is won, and we walk off stage.
We turn the page, a new act in life's grand play,
We know our parts by heart, but forget our lines anyway.
We all have grand plans, wanting to brand our names into history
Uncaring of the mystery as to why so few names are remembered.
Straight from the cradle, we are thrust into a new type of light.
As the dust settles, we feel alright, but we know something is wrong.
All along when we were with our fathers and our mothers,
We never dreamed of finding others to help survive these wastes.
Some follow temptation, finding salvation in wasting away,
But the rest of us continue to attempt to seize the day.
With the sand our caps and gowns drift away, we pick up o
Somewhere Life is ValuedSomewhere in the night a child cries,
A woman weeps and someone dies.
Somewhere in the night, humanity hides.
Somewhere in the night , a soul screams,
As people fade and die, lost in dreams.
Somewhere in the night, reality lives.
Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells,
As people die, no sounding bells.
Somewhere in the night, she dies alone.
Somewhere in the night ...
Where is the light?
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