dissapearing earthIf the world were to disappear,In a single second without fear,Heaven'd go to overflow,Hell would have good people in tow,People gather round the fire,To warm the cold of air up higher,Hell not only has sinners now,It has a very good people town,For Jesus, Mary, God and 'dem,To get to know hell and satan.
A life of paradoxAs the leaves of summer fall off the autumn trees the bulbs of spring grow into the summer daffodils,As I grow into another man of the life of me,I become myself once again,The paradox of my life consumes me,I plunge into eternal darkness,never swayed by the light of the sun.
Dusk and Dawn -copyrightIn the beginning of The End there lay a great land known as Twilight. Four-Thousand soldiers of the land were now raging in an awesome battle. Half believed that Dusk was the rightful crystal of the land, the other, Dawn. Brother against Brother. Will against will. The war raged for a hundred days and a hundred nights, and out of the dust and smoke, Dawn emerged victorious. The Dusk crystal was sealed away from the world, until now...
Naruto's Date Narutos Date
Naruto had his first date! He was crazy with joy after he asked Ino out. He had to look nice in front of his date. He eventually decided to go casual, because that was what Ino apparently liked.Hi, Ino! Naruto shouted across the street Ino turned around.Hi, Naruto! she said Come down, Ill be waiting at the doorNaruto ran downstairs, as he opened the door sunlight exploded into his face. Ino ran up to him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek; he blushed, red as an apple. They went past the academy as some of Narutos former pupils ran out. They began to sing Naruto and Ino, sitting in a tree
Ino immediately held his
The Rise of DarknessThis is how it all began. Many years before the first spring and the last winter was the time of The Rise of Darkness...Sadi ran at full pelt into the courtyard. He was late for Sage Uldar's early morning speech, again. Sadi had arrived just in time for the register."...54,55,56,57,58,59,60" Uldar said in his rather loud voice.Several minutes later after the formalities a rather young looking fellow shouted"Sage, is it tue the we are being enrolled early!",every single mage in the courtyard gasped, even though they to were thinking that very same thing. The Sage sighed at this outburst and began to whisper to his colleagues."Yes" he said "but you are not being enrolled because you were the best students in this academy so far". The whole school let out a groan. The Sage continued "As you may have heard the Age of Darkness, prophosised by the great Mage, Deiadus, is upon us".Proffesor Recoy had remembered nothing that the other teachers had told him as he had amnesia. He bellowed i
Naruto's first nursery rhymesHumpty dumpty sat on a wall Naruto styley!Once Naruto was sat on a wall,He'd climbed up to try and be tall,When he fell off and broke his head,He woke up in a hospital bed!Ring a ring of Sakuras!Ring a ring of Sakuras,O Soasuke I really adore ya's,I love you,I love you,We all crawl around.
boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthteacher shrugged and said: "ithappens" in regards to rape.he was a gym coach with a coffeemug that read "world's best dad."they gave me the one-in-threestatistic on a business cardduring the half hour we talked aboutsexual assault in class.that number has become a top-heavyfraction, though not top-heavythe way boys like to hear of.and i have learned that absolutelyno man will bend at the knees,fold the way i have been toldto fold - for i have a flowerbetween my legs, and he has a snake.i was taught to be lusted afterfor my innocence, only to be tattooedas guilty by a trial of my peersin my high school lunch room.my heart howls at the moon of knowingi've had my phone number removed fromthe contacts of those who loved mebefore they dared to remove my rapist's.the world may forever know me as impurewithout looking at the hands of the boywho touched me, without realizing thatthey have dirt caked on their glasses.and my war cries can
Static After the Heart-Song--C.Radio static,there are bats in your beatswinging staccato through screaming speakerssilently. It's hard,on Acousticmountain,to break yourself freefrom head dance, from blooditself. Sing a dance. Tune the mouth.I watched words dangle off the vacant lipsof you, post-heart. Finish language nowor hold your pause forever.Soprano vibrato,a solo of wings across fluted windand you crescendo,muffling the mechanical whirof whizzing, wheezing white noise.This plague's a symphony.Bite love off Adam's stalk.Our words died so long agoblack doves punctured holes into our trachea and called it flute. It's noise in the past,they say,It's resonating with another's tongue at the startof Doppler.I listen with ears,with cracked shells makingthe sound of whales woundedas they tell the gospelso quietly. Welcome to Envy Beach.Take your drum sticksand hit the golden oldies road, doll--the milk you knocked back at dinnerleft phlegm congealing the wou
MusketsI'm the one they testin, I'm destined to draw my weapon check it,I ain't forgettin recommended exes on my checklistWho tried to ride me like a Lexuswomen mentioned from my settingDescended from heaven, reminiscing on leggingsI'm expectin letter extensions when the wallets gettin pregnantThe curse we live through, not just me my dawgs, no Shitzus though we sinfulWe skillful at productionSomethin since unproductive motherfuckas are flooding in, its disgustin'his discussion and fussin' hits you hard, no concussionThen mom comes cussin in conjunction with assumptionsEruptin and frontin like there's no pumped up Musket at the door, leave me crumpin' If I breathe expulsionEasy bread and more from couplets but fuck itRather do this then be whipped and start from nothing
Playing Pretendim tired of tryingand playing pretendGoing through the motionsjust waiting for the endEveryday is a struggleI laugh and i smilebut playing pretend is only funonce in a whileI work and i sleepnot much elseand im just to scaredto reach out for help.No shoulder to cry onno one to give advicethey all have their own problems,what gives me the right?
PainA malignant impulse scares my oversensitivityInner tissue contorts and shiversMy palm is an ineffective tourniquetAs I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling"It hurts it hurts it hurts!"Is all that my mind knows,I toss around and gasp so crossedWhen smouldering wiresForm a highway through my musclesSpreading overheated pain in my spineAnd my skin makes me claustrophobic.Throbbing fingers and nails search aboutScraping furniture and bedI look left, I look right,Nothing else hereBut spasms and hurt
What should I do?Remember or forget,To live or to die,To keep it or end it,To hide it or cry,To close your eyes,Or watch in despair,To be strong for a start,Or simply be scared,To shut out the world,Or let them one by one,To eclipse with the moon,Or to set like the sun,To experience or not,To do what you shan't,To defy words of others',When they say that I can't,To talk to others,Or stay silent a while more,To keep your heart shut,Or to open the door,To be happy or sad,To be scolded or scold,To soar or crash,To be plain or be bold,To be reckless or calm,To forbid or allow,To hide your personality,Or scream it aloud,But when the time comes,When you ask what to do,Let no one write your future,That decision's up to you.
TempusTo time our world flowsIn rhythm, our clocks knowMany run not realizing now doubtEverything will run with or without
265. bridgesbuild bridges all you wantpeople must actually want to cross themas wellsuper self-absorbed societal habitswash over mirrors of self-loathingin our cameras and our facestruth is spelt outevery day
FireI'm looking into fire.And that's what I desire.Looking at the red flame.You may say it's lame.Listening to the low hiss.That's what I'm gonna miss.Warming in it's hot touch.Maybe a little too much.I can see.But what? Maybe it's me.Am I crazy?Everything seems hazy.I can see only the flame.Nothing's now the same.I'm insane.While I'm sane.Everyone thinks of me as pyromaniac.But I just love the flame.And you CAN'T say around me that it's lame.
Will you forget?Will you forget that I'm gone my dear,Because I can't let you live your life in tears,Forget me and you won't cry so hard,Because I don't want to break your heart.Forget me,Forget me,The man that you loved.