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How to Remember the DeadHow the hell am I supposed to write a poem
When my heart is dead
And my eyes are closed
The pen’s in my hand
But my fingers froze
PatienceHe waits for the girl with the
Sapphire eyes in the rain
Water running off his hair
Favorite red scarf tucked in
His body is warm though the
Rain runs coldly down his back
Fondly, he thinks of her lips
The way she laughs with a smile
Deep in those sapphire eyes
She waits for the man in the
Hallway, heart beating quickly
Waits for him to emerge so
She may steal a kiss from him
He will hug her and spin her
Around and around and then
Gently he will place her down
One last kiss before she must
Go outside to meet her friend
He waits for sapphire eyes
To come running in the rain
Cheeks red and lips freshly kissed
And his love for her in vain?
Crying in the Wrong ArmsI can’t hear past the silence
Invisible sobs clogging my ears
You’re curled into my couch
Holding in all of your fears
What happened to you angel
Where are your wings
Why is it that I can no longer
Think of happy things
Your face is broken
Heart lying on the floor
I was supposed to patch it up
But I can’t hold a needle anymore
Losing GodLike killing birds with stones
We took our life and
Threw it to the ground
In violence we tore it apart
And screamed to the sky
God, are you real now
And there was no answer
So we walked home
Empty and alone
Faith lost in the sky
Going way too fast
Into the past that can never last
We wander along corridors
That suck out our souls
And in the night time
Tear you off your thrown
So who are we now
Hanging upside down
We’ll all be okay
I promise you
I won’t let the darkness find you
We stay alive
There Must Be Hundreds of Stories Like This I was clipping my toenails when Oscar told me- "the end times are here!" -to which I said nothing. It was enough trouble clipping those nails. But Oscar kept yelling it, so I gave up and transferred attention to Oscar, my kid brother. I asked him why he thought so, and had to tell him twice to quiet down. He likes to be really loud. I don't.
"Come look, Jim!" he yelled. "There's a glacier in our street and it has a fire inside!"
Since a girl who I liked at school moved nearby, I went outside and looked around often, like now.
How about that, the kid was right! At least about the glacier. Other folks were outdoors looking, too, with a lot of gawking and murmuring. Only Oscar shouted, but he shut up with my punch to his shoulder. The glacier was very tall and blue-white, with a fire burning inside the length of it. The fire was amazing, fractured into a million tiny fires by the ice. And the ice stopped at the intersection, as if ob
The Metamorphosis To A Monster
Nikki Davidson was fuming mad, it had been one of the worst days in her fairly young life, she’d only been alive for 20 years and already she’d seen her father get killed in front of her eyes, she’d left the only true friend she had in her life, Auld for a position in Space Patrol Delta, where she was the Blue Ranger up until a few hours ago where Commander Cruger relieved her of her duties for, apparently, “breeching SPD regulations”.
The hypocrisy was that the day she was relieved of her duties, Nikki heard that a new B-Squad had entered the SPD, she’d heard rumours that they all had some sort of genetic ability, then it hit Nikki like a bolt of lightning, she was a normal human being, apparently being skilled at hand-to-hand combat and being able to use any gun or sabre she had at her disposal wasn’t enough because the new team all had special abilities, they even had a new Omega Ranger, all of this was making Nikki want to puke, she wasn
Honesty To A Dear Friend
“Auld, I know that this isn’t the most important thing at the moment but could we, possibly, move up in the world because we’ve been here ever since we split away from Gruumm and there’s not a damn thing to do here!” whines Nikki Davidson as the renegade ex-SPD blue ranger was practicing her kicks in the way that a karate student did with their master watching, even though Nikki and Auld were equals and best friends, the blue armoured alien was always keen to drill his mentally unstable human best friend, and he wanted Nikki to put him through drills, as far as the two were concerned, they trained together, travelled together and tried to destroy SPD together.
The two mercenaries had been hiding out in a warehouse on the outskirts of New Tech City and the two had turned the wide-open warehouse into a sort of Headquaters for them, with Auld setting up a whole host of technology that would put Dr. Kat Manx, one of Nikki’s former friends in SPD, to sham
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 39When considering costumes, do your best to keep black (or very dark grey) as one of the accent colors.
60 For 60: The Naval TreatyA/N: ...it seemed rather a piquant thing to us to chevy him about the playground and hit him over the shins with a wicket.
“I believe you used to play cricket with Percy,” said Miss Harrison as we strolled round the grounds.
I recalled stumps wielded on youthful shins and smiled weakly.
“Perhaps a friendly game with me?” she said.
It took two weeks to recover from my injuries. Miss Harrison turned out to be adept at what was later known as the googly.
Temptation, temptation'Do you love me?' she asked him for the umpteenth time.
'Completely.' he answered, 'But don't ask me again; I might be tempted to say no.'
T.O.O.N. - Laundry Day..............................
“-are clear, that despite the dramatic increase in freak accidents around industrial machinery, construction sites, and dangerous places in general, not a single casualty, or even any serious injury by modern medical standards, has resulted from these since the T.O.O.N. happened a month ago.”
Says the anchor in the blue suit. Stock footage of industrial machinery and workers in a factory starts playing.
“Despite these numbers, an increasing number of class-action lawsuits have opened up, the most recent against Cyl-Tec, one of the most prolific manufacturers of compressed gas cylinders in America.”
A graphic pulls up on the screen with a wall of text.
“The president of the company issued a public statement, saying, “The standard of quality has remained exactly the same as it was before the T.O.O.N., and the cause of the recent wave of malfunctions is still uncertain. We are doing all we can to provide support fo
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Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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