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Shaymin's birthday presentI trotted down the sidewalk to the park. Today I was supposed to meet a friend of mine here for her birthday party. I couldn't find her at first until she called my name.
"Shaymin!" I called back. I spotted her under a tree. "Hey Shaymin. Happy birthday!" I set down the picnic basket. "There's cake and sandwiches and soda and oranges and cupcakes and grapes and soda and- wait I already said that." Shaymin laughed.
"You haven't changed a bit Kyo. Come on. Lets dig into that picnic."
The girls talked for a while, eating the picnic that Kyo's mom had made. The caught up on times they had missed until a siren pierced the air.
"What's that?" Shaymin asked. The girls stood up and looked around. Police cars began to pull up and the air was being tapped off.
"There's been a murder! And you're all suspects!" A police man shouted.
"A murder!" The girls asked.
"Yes! The murder of this cake!" The police man pointed to a cake with a knife in it. The girls gasped.
"Oh no! The cake's children
I need to ventAnger often bubbles inside me, and I have fight to keep it down. My kind personality is just a cover for the rage that wants control. I can only hold it back through thinking of other things. It used to work, lately though, it has been seeping out. I have become depressed, uninterested, and lacking inspiration. I am quick to hit, and angered easily.
The Dark Figure"Get them! They're getting away! We can't let them get away!" The guards ran after a lone figure. The figure ran for the fence the enclosed the wretched place. Many other figures watched from inside the building. Some cheered the figure on. However, they were immediately dragged away, and executed. Most stayed silent, and mentally cheered them on.
Alarms blared as the figure ran toward the fence. They jumped onto the fence, already feeling the electricity's tingle. Now the guards ran toward the guard houses. The figure had been wearing rubber gloves and shoes with rubber soles to absorb most of the electricity, however, if they turned up the charge to max charge before the person made it over the fence, they'd be fried. The figure knew this and climbed the fence quickly. Blood seeped from their hands, arms, and legs, as the fence was also barbed. The figure saw the top of the fence had razor wire on. They swore under their breath. The wire hadn't been there before. However it was the o
Your weakness is showingYour weakness is showing
Kira grimaced, she couldn't look weak in front of the idiot. She straightened in the saddle, and bit back the pain from her legs and back. She tried her very best to hide any traces that she was in pain. Kyle smirked as he watched them arrive. Kira dared not dismount, it would hurt too much. She sneered at Kyle, "What up loser?" "I love your pain," said Kyle smirking and laughing at her. He could tell she was uncomfortable. She grimaced, "I can tell sadist." Kyle smirked widely. Kira stuck her tongue out at him, causing her to wrinkle her nose weirdly. Kyle laughed at her face. She crossed her arms, "Hmph!" Kyle smirked. "Ha!" said Kyle. Kira growled, "Back off. You don't want to get a glimpse at my bad side." "Please you probably don't even have one," said Kyle. Kira glared at him, offended. She dismounted slowly, ignoring the pain, and stood up face to face with Kyle, "Oh you did not just go there."&
Fun TimeKira sighed and walked in. She pulled at her collar, barely able to breathe. She hated this dress as much as she hated the queen, but if she wanted to live and go with her plan, she had to wear this dress. She wore a royal purple dress with gold jewelry and a golden collar on the neck of the dress. She was barely able to breathe, and the dress was skin tight. Kira totally disapproved of it. She believed in modesty, not showing things. But apparently this queen didn't. Kyle looked at Kira and fought the urge to laugh at her. Kira snarled at Kyle, "Oh shut up. At least I don't have to wear a tuxedo," "At least it's not revealing," said Kyle laughing at her. Kira sat down next to Kyle, "Oh shut up. It's not like I want to wear this." "Same here," said Kyle fiddyted in his chair, he couldn't help it anymore. Kira sat back, "Ugh. This thing is so against my policy." Kyle looked at her. "You have a policy?" said Kyle not believing her. Kira groaned and
Life is Short and BrittleYou may think you've got it all
You may think you've won it all
You may think you've reached the top.
But in fact,
you can't be sure.
Life is short.
Life is brittle.
One small slip,
and you can lose it all.
One small mistake,
and it's all gone.
One small accident,
and you're gone forever.
So be careful with your life.
You never know when it will end.
So live your life to the fullest,
and worship the one true God.
Our Lord and Savior,
who died in our place,
so that we may be with Him.
Funny story (paintball)Ok so one time one of my friends invited me to a paintball party for his birthday right? Only two girls were invited but I was the only who showed up. Anyway, so there was this one boy who really didn't like me (why beats me.). So he always went on the opposite team from me. Well in the second round of paintball, he shot me three times. Once when I was in (which is allowed) and twice when I was out (which was illegal). The two times he shot me when he wasn't supposed to, he shot me where heaven forbids. Well, if that didn't make me mad, this next thing did. We were in between rounds, and I had taken off my mask to clean the fog off it, right? Well this boy decided to have a little fun and shoot me face! Dude I started bleeding! That thing hurt so bad and I had a bruise there for the next month! *crosses arms* Jerk! But revenge is sweet. We went to the third round in a junkyard. Okay? Well, I was hiding behind an old truck when I saw him coming. So me and this kid on my team a few cars
Girl Scout PoemGreed
Greed is virus from within
It twists and turns within the human spine
It climbs up the ladder of life and clutches the heart
It consumes the soul and tinkers with the brain
It won't stop until its taken control
And when it does there's no stopping it
Then the world is doomed
Breaking the Zoo's RulesI knew the zoo's rule: "Don't feed the animals," and I wish I had respected it. When I fed them, I just couldn't help it! The seals looked so hungry, so I gave one part of my sandwich when no one was looking. But word must've spread fast, because soon the seals were climbing the walls for a bite too. Eventually one found its way out, and the others followed. Until this happened, I didn't think seals went on rampages. I was wrong. That's exactly what they did. The zoo was evacuated, for the most part. Most of the people climbed in trees and on top of buildings to get away from the chaos. Myself being one of them. The seals ate and ate until they had had their fill and went back to their habitat. Everything at the zoo went back to normal, until Tranquil fed the geckos.
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
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