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Yellow MaskBroken in the vents of ageless phosphour,
cast adrift with the gold of ages; always.
There it lies, and there it remains,
And there it has always been,
This horrid yellow mask.
This horrible pallid monstrosity!
It calls to me, you see. Day and Night.
A vibrant horn erupts from the sea,
and sounds to call me away forever,
to the murky depths of the Aegean.
And if I walk to it, to see the source,
the sound stops, as if to mock me.
But the crabs and the cockles,
and the cowries in the sands,
they are the worst of actors.
This silence, save for the piping,
of the wind, and of the gulls,
cannot make me forget the blasphemy
that was the sounding horn.
Sounding in notes unheard before,
and unimaginably awful.
And that yellow mask,
broken in the vents of ageless phosphour,
and cast adrift with the gold of ages;
Barrelstow and DalstonFriday Morning. It was the month called May, and I'd never enjoyed the Sun as much as I did then, sitting on my veranda. My sister had just been born; Silvia, in all her glory. She's since grown, but I can remember how she looked that day as if nothing had changed. Mother was shivering, I remember. I was only eight at the time, but I was aware, and I asked her if she was alright. She said she had had the same shivering after I was born, and that, then, it had gone away after a week or two, and it would probably do the same this time. I smiled. A bee flew by me and attached itself to a coneflower maybe six feet away. I watched it take up the pollen and fly away again, newly burdened. Mother called to me to tell me I'd be late if I didn't get going.
I grabbed my book, pencil, and coat and started walking. I lived about three miles from the Schultz-Herod Memorial School in Dalston. It was named for two war heroes, they told us. Peter Schultz was th
The Cotton Tree I do not expect you to believe me— I can scarcely condone even myself believing; but if this is untruth, it stems from my own ignorance; for I believe it wholly. And how should I not? I shall explain my account of the story as I remember it—
This day we had been sent to buy bread from a baker who makes his home in a nearby town; we had made short work of the trip and had, at length, decided it far more interesting to stray from the familiar path on the walk home. On a length of trail where we would normally take the left of the fork, we instead took the right, and so became separate from any previous knowledge of the area that we may have had; and, realizing that we had no reason to stay on a trail that meant so little to us, we quickly walked an hundred meters perpendicular to the trail, and began to navigate by intuition through the noon-time forest.
After an hour, which would normall
The Modern PrometheusTo my frozen jaw, his hands reached,
they molded from clay that which has killed me,
But it is too cold for blood to run,
and for what purpose would it?
And to what end, and by what means?
For that which he does not mold
cannot take form-
He is the creator,
and his hands the carpenter's compass.
And as I lie before him now,
like a stone sculpture from the Tripoli of old,
I cannot help but elate in the life he has given,
he and his mistress whom we call the mind.
For had he not come to me this day,
(or I, come to him)
Then I shan't have discovered
this so fleeting thing called life-
in any form, save for that shaded box
in which one sits before creation.
WinterHer heart spills the freshest of evening blood,
warming her hands in the winter air-
but her finger-nails have long fallen to the cold.
Her limbs have grown pallor-
She now blends with the snow-
save for the red upon her hands,
staining the landscape with a pinprick of the deepest ruby.
And a swan swooped down anon, as if to mourn
for the death of such a beautiful thing-
and it leaned to her cheek, and so showed its respect,
and left- being sure to leave enough time for the crows,
for they do so love to watch the other spirits arrive.
OceanaThe captain threw his haughty voice through the night sky,
as the crow's nest began to topple down,
and a cry was heard from the ocean-
a sudden, explosive cry- as from a child in despair.
The cry grew louder- more devilish.
It became something entirely new-
something of a shriek- a cacodaemonic shroud of sound.
It coated the air, and every surface there-in,
it burst the ears of sailors and cooks,
and left them stunned to drown
as the ships planks gave way
to that horrid sound.
And as the hull found it proper,
it collapsed upon the crew
who had forgotten their loves,
their lives, and their mothers-
and a crack was heard
by the ocean-
such a fair maiden, she is.
And as the last cry was wont to fade,
her hand shot up
to grasp it by its heart
and pull it back
to it's salt-kept grave
just naughts below the captain's feet.
A Sudden War"I'm…Afraid."
Drops hit her head.
Lightning crashed as beckoned wails from wounded dogs.
Her face grew paler than it had in years,
since her last fit-
and she yelled to the sky
as freezing drops blanketed her nightgown,
yelling in their own right,
to show her that
she is once, and for all,
In Praise of MorningWith the rise of the golden sun,
the leaves come to life.
They shimmer and billow in the breeze,
and make the sounds which only insects hear.
The birds shake the dew from their wings;
And the Rabbit, in his pomposity, just sits,
taking in the Morning.
O requiem! the Night has gone;
"And it may never return," said the Rabbit.
But the trees did not wish this.
Nor did the birds, who find refreshing
the morning dew, and sunless rest.
But the Rabbit insisted:
"I have never seen the sun so bright,
and it is clear it shall never dim again!"
The birds prayed for Night once more,
to their nameless Gods, with faces bizarre.
And the Leaves and trees called to the Sun
himself, to let the Night Return.
But the Sun answers not.
Nor do the Bird-Gods with Armoured wings
and satin coats upon their backs.
"How is it," twitched the Rabbit,
"that you all so wish for the cold Night?
What has the night done but made you lonely?
Made you cold and scared?
And stolen away your closest company
until the Morning
The Lover's Feud with TuesdayBut with Friday,
in all of its precipitous glory,
so far away-
and without feelings;
how can one find it amorous?
How can one,
who is so much a cynic,
consider it anything
but the cruelest of all,
leaving you with but a taste
of this week's end,
with which so much joy is placed?
-But the lovers claim it theirs,
and so look forward
to its endless day,
and endless night,
that even the most neutral of days,
seem as a sadist to their love.
Meteor Night [UsUk poem]The clock slowly stroke midnight
each note made me remember
The murmurs of the city echoed
each sound made me tremble
The immensity of the sky
The silence of the night
Through the single-sliding window
the world darkened little by little
In this room a little bit too narrow
The universe quietly let us all alone
A shining straight line crossed the sky
Countless stars twinkled in the night
Make a wish with all your heart
Hope that the wind will carry it away
These drops of tear, hanging at your eyelids
The long eyelashes of yours, shaking lightly
Your regular breaths, troubled by a dream
Your soft lips, somniloquy spilled out like bubbles
Flying on the top of clouds
Trying to chase your nightmare
Trying to bury the horror
Trying to make you smile
Open your eyes and dive them into mine
Break the silence by whispering my name
Too close to be friends
Too soon for romance
The night of falling stars
Pendulum of the clock didn't swung
Glowing brightly in the sky
Let a thin streak of light
Es,el o yo? Parte 3pelea!! XD
Estaban por empezar a pelearse,hasta que se dieron cuenta de que casi iban a ser las 8:00
M: hay no! tenemos que ir a las corridas a la cita
Empezaron a correr lo mas rapido que pudieron hasta llegar al cine,yo los estaba esperando ahi,estaba linda,totalmente arreglada
N: ah hola chicos!
M y R: hola Noe!
N: llegan justo a tiempo,la pelicula esta por comenzar!
Se fueron a buscar unos asientos,los mejores,porque la pelicula era en 3D
N: wow! que locura!
M: jaja si! viste como vuelan los autos??
N: jajaj si!
Rigby parecía estar callado,y tambien molesto y celoso,no queria que su mejor amigo,o hermano,estubiera con la chica que le gusta
R: *pensando* tonto Mordecai! no quiero que se quede con Noe,ella es mia! yo la amo,ella es de la misma especie como yo,y el,ugh! el es un arrendajo,voy a hacer lo que sea para que Noe sea mia y no de el! D:
Ends of the EarthTo think that I would meet her here,
In ruins enlaced with fear
The former shell of a city
Torn apart and turned gritty
Blood flows in underground rivers
A sight to make anybody shiver
Clouds as black as the endless void
With buildings and streets destroyed
Vile monsters that roam the night
Both human and non-human alike
Those caught in the crossfire scurry
If they want to live, they hurry
Despite the world turning feral
And living in mortal peril
She arrived like a saint
Clad in black and without taint
She has elegant violet hair
That hides a countenance fair
In the former shell of a city
Torn apart and turned gritty
To others, she is like a snake
However she makes my heart ache
To think that I would meet her here,
In ruins enlaced with fear
If I was an electron,
flowing through cold cables.
If I was a binary number
in computing - smallest unit,
as in Universe I am, too.
If I was physically inside
this world here, this source code
of for programs written language.
If I only could be words inside
Then I'd scream my feeling that all this
is causing inside this organic vessel.
And, this voice, as strong would be as follows:
1. This feeble Network would collapse.
2. All the users' screens I'd crush and tear apart.
3. All the lights on Earth would go off
due to power of the Voice of mine
making electric plants collapse
for *this inside me* is much bigger than that mere material matter
5. All this cold tech would explode
And let the Stars be the sole light left on this planet
that with arrogance I'd steal to give it to you whom with me
Would give all this to all the Others back,
for we are Nobility: only Moments we do steal.
Still.. just one second...
1. This voice.
2. Cosmos' takeover and conquest.
1000. for yo
Esl,el o yo? Parte 2Sigue!
Mordecai y Rigby consiguieron una fichas para jugar a uno de los videojuegos
N: *pensando* tendre que averiguar si ellos dos son geniales con los videojuegos
Me aserqué para verlos jugar,eran geniales jugando,salvo que Mordecai era el que mas sabía jugar videojuegos y Rigby era el que siempre perdía,terminaron de jugar
N: chicos son geniales!
M y R: g-gracias! *rojos*
N: em,no hay problema!
N: si que pasa?
M: no quieres em,venir a el cine con nosotros
R: si! asi te conocemos mejor
N: ir al cine? si claro me encantaría salir con ustedes dos! los espero en el cine a las 8:00
M y R: esta bien!
Ya había empezado a anochecer,empezaba a arreglarme,quería ir linda a el cine,no ir como una despaborida (no se si conocen esa palabra XD),Mordecai y Rigby se quedaron charlando en la casa mientras se arreglaban y estaban en camino para
Es,el o yo? Parte 1Este es el comienzo de una historia nueva,espero que les guste!
Era un día común y corriente,el viento soplaba y pasaba por mi pequeño cuerpo,si lo se,soy bajita,pero había una persona que era de mi igual estatura,si lo se,me agrada esa persona,y su mejor amigo también,pero yo sentía una atracción por esa persona,esa persona de mi mismísima estatura y de la misma especie que yo,sentía como un leve tirón dentro de mi cuerpo,o mejor dicho,mariposas en la panza,me había enamorado de ese mapache,si ese mapache como yo,pero marrón,sentía que haría cualquier cosa por estar con ese chico,cualquier cosa
Vivo enfrente de donde el y su amigo trabajan,donde ellos dos trabajan se llamaba "The Park" o mejor dicho "El Parque",pero no podía entrar y conseguir ese trabajo,yo trabajo en los videojuegos,n
My Life Was Easy OnceMy life was easy once.
I used to speak without reservation
in each and every conversation.
Though too cultured to be uncouth,
my style lacked in all things ruth.
And if I ever wanted company—
a thing I wanted but rarely—
it was I who made the proposition
at once and without indecision.
But now I am grown diffident.
I fear you’ll think me dissonant:
a lout, a thug, a snob—or worse—a bore,
as if your regard totaled my life’s score.
Yes, I tremble to think of losing your regard.
I have the nightmares of a romantic bard.
And thus am I writing bad poetry
that I would die rather than let you see.
My dreams, likewise, are of your estimation:
of bold attempts that win your admiration.
And though I know too well I sound absurd to you,
in truth, I’d trade the world for three words from you.
My mind, life, soul—though their value isn’t much—
I’d give you now for just one touch.
You see how you have broken me?
I am in love, and undo
O Hero of MineMy love, how shall I define
That your pure heart is where you shine
With which you offer peace of mind
O Hero of Mine
Yes, there is no clearer sign
Than the blush on mine cheeks so fine
That our hearts made to be entwined
O Hero of Mine
A strong man are you by design
Your sweet nature, you can't refine
So gracious are you, and so kind
O Hero of Mine
Thinking of you, I incline
My feelings are top of the line
For a man unfound in mankind
You, O Hero of Mine.
Not Good EnoughSlowly again losing my mind holding it in
breathing it out tearing it down
tears are coming out I cant breath
I dont need my eyes to see my flaws
you shout em out while im on the ground
I feel all your words I hide in shame
I crawl to find my very own name
I know I'll never see the true side of me
it's hard to believe im worth it when you make me bleed
please dont remind me of my sins
I know your better and im different
can't you see I just want to fit in
but I can see in your eyes
that all my talents have died
im not good enough for you
dont tell me a fake lie
I feel the hate present sinking in
pulling me under drowning in my own sin
buried alive trust me I try to never cry every night
im not the sun I do not shine my light is gone, goodbye
why are you here? Why do you follow me?
stay low on the ground if you dont want agony
I chosen to stay high looking into the mirror
when I looked at myself I screamed in fear
I know I'll never see the true side of me
it's hard to believ
To a DreamOh, love of mine, what brilliant seed hast thou planted?
That, in your place, such brilliant flowers have been wont to grow.
And vines of brightest green, that make grass seem cant, hid
your livid heart, and it's accompanied breast, so the world shall never know
of its honest beauty, and vital voice amid
this summer full of trivial things, that, in view, you'd always seem aglow.
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