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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.
I amI’m like a puzzle,
All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of life
Never tied down, but always on the path of life.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
I'm Sorry, Reggie.You were a gift from my ex.
A toy stuffed monkey.
I don't know if I can keep you anymore.
I don't know if I am the same boy
Who always loved and cared for you.
Room is running out in my heart.
I know you never asked to be a part
Of the crossfire, the collateral damage, a victim.
You deserve better, and I will make sure
You get every bit of love and devotion you need.
I know a fellow co-worker who is going home to Brazil
She would love to take care of you, and more
Than I ever could.
You always make me think of her
And a deep pain in the solar plexus results.
But this is no fault of yours.
I repeat, this is not your fault.
The blame is entirely on me.
I don't deserve your love and compassion.
I cuddled you during the nightmares of the first breakup.
But now that the second one has passed, I don't know
If I can do this any longer.
Reggie, you're making this difficult.
Your buttoned eyes, wide smile,
The heart sewn on your chest.
Loving everyone with such open honesty.
The Way of AveragesMost of us aren't special or privileged. We will never be royalty or even important in the grand scheme of things. Achievements will be average at best and suffering will, for the most part, be equal.
We will all weigh the good from the bad and measure life accordingly. Self-loathing and self-pity will be a given at one point or another and we will all say things like “why me, why me”. But good things don't just happen to kings and bad things don't just happen to you.
At the top of the world there are, but a few and we are the rest. This is the way of averages. This is the norm, good, bad, or otherwise indifferent.
Mist ForestLike a cold, dark prison, the forest captures stray patrols
Those who venture in rarely ever come back out
Its dark, leafless trees as tall and cold as the bars in a dungeon
Thick mist always sitting in low to the ground
Dread is thick in the air
The ground so rocky it hurts the paws of even dragons from Trici Domini
The air so cold it burns the lungs of ice dragons
The white bones of dragons are like the gates of Trici Domini’s dungeon
Go in, and you will never come back out
Large and mysterious, it is all too easy to get lost here
Night predators live here
Creatures with teeth that pierce the hides of dragons
Creatures who can crush bones with their jaws
Only two of the hundreds of predators here
Yet we still enter
We still wander into the dark forest
Most of us never come back out
Dark shadows seem to move on their own
The mist itself is rumored to be alive
A predator waiting for its prey
An ignorant dragon to wander alone into its jaws
Into the jaws o
Les Naufrag2s du Silence
Faire le deuil de toutes les relations avortées. Tirer un trait. Sur la page noircie de ses espoirs déchus. Là où s'échouent tous les non-dits. Le fruit de nos vides. Les souvenirs perlent au bord de mes songes. Je les efface d'un soupir. Leur préférant les effluves du sang. Et leurs lambeaux sur les murs. Les tomettes rouges ne sont que des morceaux d’âme collés au plafond. Courir après des fantômes et choir d'avoir trop cru. S'abandonner aux larmes, seule éclosion de la frustration. Parce que les cris de désespoir sont ensevelis dans la chair. Rejouer les scènes, encore et encore jusqu'à en perdre le fil. Puisque plus rien ne fait sens. Errer dans des déserts de souffre.
Et les voiles de l'absurde enveloppent alors l'oubli.
Dans les ombres de ta tête s’animent des démons.
Il faisait frémir ses doigts au seuil de mon
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one blockI've got so many dreams,
but such little ambition.
I've got a closet full of love;
yet focus attrition.
Slip out the keyhole,
open the lock;
my mind is a riddle,
stunned by one block.
A Question of the Self-Concept.There is a recurring male response to do something so incredibly idiotic after an emotionally traumatizing and demoralizing event in their life. Despite the fact that catharsis is debunked. Luckily, I have been able to repress this urge and move on from it.
I could've leaked nude photographs or shattered a literal glass jar of hearts onto the pavement of the street where I used to call a second home. A place where I felt like my voice mattered and carried weight, but it was only a sinking anchor to the deep end of a suffocating blue death. I gave up drugs and alcohol, just to allow my ex-girlfriend the ease of mind and consolidation that it was us versus her addict father and whatnot.
So, in a way, the more you hate someone, the more you loved them before. It's because you resent them so much for changing so much and too fast, from how much better they were before. How much more committed you thought they were. How you felt that wasting hours and days lying in bed with them was a worth
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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