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.
loss preventionshe's an old lover, though more of an inconvenience. i don't enjoy her calls. my father yells at me when she comes in through the basement door at three am. she shows up at my store sometimes. no longer am i civil with her, but it's almost as if she enjoys that. she always flirts at my snarling attempts to get her to leave. she'll beckon me close, and point out a dress we got in shipment last week. i tell her i don't wear dresses anymore."that's a shame," she says, "because you would've loved it last year."she likes watching me get ready to leave the house. when i get out of the shower, her chin is on my shoulder, her voice a low purr. "your face is so feminine." i put on a shirt. "nice tits." i brush my teeth. "you have such shapely hips." i am not a violent person, but i imagine her face beneath the boots i wear to the pharmacy. her vocal chords are in my hand.and when she really feels like pissing me off, she'll own the words of strangers who don't know better. "excuse
Racing ThoughtsCall me a sad dudeI agree with youbut look at what them grades sayeven though I hate schoolcause I see a bunch of facesand I think I don't belongon the verge of anxiety attackstill I finally get homeshaking like I'm twerkingI'm often called an assex be on my mindtill I realize that's the paststupid thoughts like dumb hoeskeep it fresh like Mentosand stay on top of thisthat's always been my motto
To RememberTo Rememberby Joseph E. GadzinskiI remember walking along the beachas cool sands filtered through my toes.Seagulls cheering a new born dayas the foam of the waves ebbed to and fro.I remember being massaged peacefully, but yet overwhelmedby the strength of the waters roll from another distant shore.As the sun grew stronger its hues changed in the kaleidoscope of its naturemy soul felt lifted as to soar into the total admiration of this day.I remember the feeling of being one, not being detachedas being surrounded in a compassionate embrace.then 'mazed over the vast canopy of the sky touching all horizonsas I yelled in loudest exclamation of how small I really was; . . .And then I realized that I was still enveloped in the nurture of this dayas I sat on the damp sands to think, ... to reflect within myself, ...
casual conclusionsThe smell of mint in the air as the apple rolls off the table into disappearance of tricks, its no where to be found.. maybe i should ring the bell in houdini's resting place before tripping over the black rose that lays there in the dirt, soaked from the rain.. where's my mind asking but only to get shuttered vibrations from the cord wrapped tightly around my finger. Hung up speculations for the determination of fabricationsI was mistaking, as usual, the 8 ball descending as the game resigns back into remission.. where's my mind asking thoughts as the nights temperatureThe muffled voice across the table wants a replay
WhateverEnough of the sissy stuffmade sense when I wrote Painbut it don't make a lick of sensestill talking about it todayI'd just be going on and onthough that's what I love to doshe wasn't one to mebut she might be a ho to youI really don't careI just want her behind meto think I was so lostthat I would want her to find meI'm so damn gulliblethat's why my language gets so colorfulI get pissed off and go to sleepfinally focused on meand he's not doing too goodbut shit, what else is he supposed to be
Going OutIf I said peace out while I'm youngit would probably be poeticI can't see it another wayso I at least hope that it's epiclike going out in a blaze of gloryshooting bad dudes while falling from six storiesbut honestly I hope I go out in my sleepcause I don't want to thinkcause I'm confident that I'd weep
Waves and WatersMy exteriorIs rusty and cold.But inside,rivers pulse through me.I was afraid if you knew of my rivers,you would drown.The trashing, dancing wavesThrowing you overhead,deeper beneath the tides.My waters are dangerous.So I turned cold.Let my waters freeze.I bathed in the snow,and I slowly turned to stone.Now, no one can get inside.I thought I’d would be safe in here.My own private igloo.But the cold has numbed my fingertips,and I fear the frost will bite my limbs,and I will lose myselfpiece by piece.My waves and waters no longer dance,for I’m frozen still.I used to swaywith every pulseand thrash,to the music.All too beautiful and terrifying.Now I just drift.Floating like the autumn leavesswim through the air.A dandelion swaying dead in summer wind.Some days,I feel like an open booksitting abandoned on a park bench.Pages,Flitting,and fanning,Happily.Back and forth.Back and forth.There’s a calm here, but also a loneliness.I am yea
Numbingheart pounding fast,i know this pain will lastit hurt so much to breathepain so numbing, i could bleedevery movement causes acheso horrible I know it's not fakeI don't know what causes it,but i feel stuck down in a pit,lost down in an abyssknowing something is amissthis pain that injures my heartis completely ripping me apart
Growing UpAt age 6,I was young and obliviousOblivious of this harsh societyI dreamt of weddings and housesI tied my hair into pigtailsand wore dressesthat weren't "skimpy" or "slutty"and I had the biggest smile that everyone saw.At age 10,I was hopeful and brainwashedHopeful to achieve beauty,yet brainwashed by society's definition of it.I dreamt of pleasing boys andbeing as beautiful as other girls.I fixed my hair with bows and hairsprayI wore lip gloss that cracked my lips andcracked my inner image.All I craved was the beauty of my outer image.At age 15, I was depressed and forceful with myself,depressed with my imperfectionsand forceful on how I attacked them.I've been called disgustingsluttystupid.ENOUGH!I forced my body to be beautiful.I fell in love with boys who saw my attempt at being beautifulbut could never see the imperfectionsthat lingered beneath my skin.I constantly cut open my skin,endlessly searching for perfection.I wore heavy makeup to conceal my
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.