I never thought that anything could be more horrific than seeing your parents killed before your very eyes at the age of nine. How I wish the treachery of the world would come to a halt there, but as we all age, we find that it doesnt. Everything seems to turn evil at one point or another, and as it seems to be fated only to go wrong. Thoughts like this raced through my mind, as a lab mouse once did in a wheel made of metal as I watched my only friend in this terrible, devastated world die such a brutal death. Nothing was left for me now.
Maybe I should explain to you as to why and how this all was happening. To start, the yea
A Memoir of Yellow Petals by Dragoinadragon, literature
Literature
A Memoir of Yellow Petals
Dandelions? Theyre just gross weeds, stated a boy the age of nine to a young girl, who was sitting on the warm, spring grass. His eyes blended in with the floor of natures house, and his hair was a reflection of the sun above. He didnt really care for the name he was given, Carl, so everyone knew him by his epithet, Sam. In fact, I helped my mom pick them all out of our garden yesterday, he added the girl sitting next to him. She looked flabbergasted.
But, they arent just weeds! Dandelions are really beautiful! They look very good when you put them on the table, and even whe
The good times are gone,
Bad times,
Are only a memory in my mind.
It's over.
But maybe,
Something will still happen?
That's what I try
To tell myself
But
The innevitable truth,
Is that this is the end,
And nothing more will come.
Was it a good one?
I don't think so.
As for does it fit into place?
For that, it's the perfect ending.
Bittersweetness,
Hard love, or hardly,
A slew of oximorons,
Each more satrical than the next.
So, happy time,
I bid thee farewell,
For, I know one thing true,
It's the end, for me and you.
What an ending.
So...
Perfect,
It's perfect indeed.
Perfectly wretched.
Who could have possibly thought,
That love was found in,
Such a simple thing, like
leaves blowing in the wind?
A simple smile from anyone,
Could be enough
To make someone's day
shine from the darkest seas.
A lonely flower,
Can help that lonely soul,
Become not so lonely.
Love of the smallest,
Things can be anything.
Things that you find,
To be absolutly beautiful.
It walks silently,
Down the fading
corridor, only
to find
that it never was there.
One thing that it
desperatly hoped to fine,
but it can't be found.
Locked windows
line the walls,
only to never be open.
To never let in
fresh air
that is wanted so
terribly.
Cold shadow
covers any of the open
lighted areas.
One might ask where
such an awful
undesirable place
could be found.
Normally, it turns out
they don't have to search
very far.
A sleek slid across
is all it
will ever take.
Releasing all of the
pain
s
o
r
r
o
w
and tears
with it, a brief joy
will come from the metal,
the blade,
the justice.
Taking out all of the
hurt
and torment,
that others leave.
Opening the
wound and draining
it to rid the bad.
After the blade,
releases the chains
everything
will be
b
e
t
t
e
r.
I love you so much,
But this you do not know.
I want to let you know it,
But I don't know how to show.
Your beauty is like a rose,
Which blossoms bright and red.
How can I tell you this?
When near I my insides are lead.
My love for you burns so bright,
Like a fire at it's peak.
I can't let you know,
For around you I can't speak.
So I am stuck not letting you know,
And not letting you or I be with each other.
My secret love,
The secret lay in smother.
I look out the window,
Of my imprisoned world,
My life is shrunk in shadows,
Faded and swirled.
I am trapped and I hope,
That I will be saved.
For I feel weak and terrified,
To fear I am enslaved.
The faces of my past,
Scared me for a life.
Stolen from my safety,
Etched into with a knife.
Trapped forever in the dark,
Until my life ends.
Or until someone rescues me,
Maybe someone intends.
So I have to wait here,
Stilled as I cry.
For I was stolen so long ago,
Left here just to die.
Fear is hidden,
In the shadows of your soul.
Fear is always there,
Ready to unroll.
The fears are always different,
Yet, they are all the same.
When they all are with you out,
You are not the one to blame.
Yes they think it is funny,
To see you frightened to death.
That is how they live,
Frightening with every breath.
Fears follow in your shadows,
Lurking in the dark.
The only way to rid them,
Is to light the couragous spark.
All fears have destroyed,
From the inside and the out,
So try to conquere all of yours,
Then you will be safe with no doubt.
In this stupid world of ours,
Every thing is out of wack.
People getting shot everywhere,
Or stabbed in the back.
Girls are not even eating,
So they can be on TV or hot.
Well killing off their bodies
They are most certainly not.
Why do all the people,
Have the need for drugs.
They are also killing themselves,
Or turning into killer thugs.
This world is in a wreck,
Even in the Middle East.
Where people die everyday,
Can we ever reach world wide peace?
No one person,
Is better than the other.
Why do people want to,
Kill and start fires to put things to smother.
Everybody is not happy,
With the land that is theirs.
They don
Windows of Your Soul Part I by Dragoinadragon, literature
Literature
Windows of Your Soul Part I
As I look through your eyes,
I look into your soul.
As they are the windows,
Your feeling and secrets unroll.
I see your love for me,
For I love you too.
I watch you smile inside as I look,
Now I must look further past those eyes of blue.
So far I can see your happiness,
The days you plan ahead.
I can't see the sorrows yet,
That are sure to lie ahead.
There is the loss of loved ones,
Also there is something deep.
The neverous of telling me,
Of how you feel and the dreams when you sleep.
As I glance away from your eyes,
Which are welling up with tears.
I pull you close when I see them,
Your dreams now conquer the fears.
Our
I can never say it to you,
Or even a kind hello.
I never had the sliver of courage,
Just to let you know.
I see you in the hallway,
Your always in my dreams.
There is no way you can be out of my thoughts,
Stuck in my brain's highest beams.
The way I feel about you,
Is a river at a rush.
I want you oh-so badly,
For you are my secret crush.
You've taken all her family,
You stolen all her friends.
That evil way you brought them,
To there grim, dark ends.
Oh, why her of them all,
You horrid foul shadow.
Stealing away their lives,
To make her into a widow.
No one left to have,
Your evil stole all her love.
She can never stop crying,
Only left with horrors to think of.
The mangled bodies she found,
All blood was her son.
Torn flesh and the sliced limbs,
As her husband was done.
You never should've came back,
And break her again soon.
The ones who raised her, one got cancer,
Another was stabbed ath full moon.
So death you wretched thing,
There is one last thing t
Current Residence: In Your Closet. = O Favourite style of art: I lIeK MudKIpZ! Favourite cartoon character: Batman. Personal Quote: “Be the change you want to see in the world.” -Gandhi
Well it's been a long busy month this January. Not exactly the best, but oh well. Especially since I never update my page here. Like, ever.
My two projects this semester of school are read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, and replay all the Ace Attorney series and eventually play Apollo Justice finally and then Miles Edgeworth.
LotR comes first, and I'm only one page in. Haha. I doubt I'll finish either of these things!
I've beaten Kingdom Hearts: 258/2 Days and man oh man was I somewhat wrong about that game. At around Day 200 something it got really good. Of course that's a long part of the game that's boring and such. But oh well.
Uh...so I haven't been here since last year. And I'm totally not dead. I suppose I've been busy. A year long of update would be silly, so in short: college is now.
Also, I should go back to trying to not kill myself from playing Demon's Souls. *RAGE* Haha. It's quite ridiculously hard! Losing all my souls in the level and restarting at the beginning is pretty D:.
Peaceeeeeeeeee and Happy New Year!
True as it can be.
I probably should have said something, but we're doing Beauty and the Beast as our winter musical at school, and it's only ONE WEEK until opening night. Everything is going amazingly and it's going to be a lot of fun! I do hate one of my costumes, though...Anyways! I'm really excited because it's a fun show and probably my favourite Disney movie.
Just wanted to let you know, and keep this here if I ever want to look back and remember that I did this show. Man, I'm going to miss it. Especially since it's my last show at high school. :tear:
Anyways! I'll probably update for my sake on what I think about the performances an