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Is that cage bird finally free?"Is that caged bird finally free?"
She’s asked, yet she doesn’t reply
She doesn’t know the answer, yet it seems she does
"A caged bird may be free from her tormentors but that doesn’t mean she is free from her past…"
——Is what she says
Continuously musing on horrible times gone past
She was at their mercy then and they continuously torment her
In those memories of horrible times
"売女" was the name was given to her by tormentors
She wasn’t given a choice and they held them hostage
They would have her either way
It remains her regret
Is that caged bird finally free?
She doesn’t know, thus she remains silent
Musing on a time when she was very little
No more than a crying child, wrapped in a purple blanket
She cried out for her parents and they’ve never returned
She’s never found them, her heart shattered in as many pieces as there stars in the sky
She’s spent her life picking t
Deliriums of a Little GirlA little girl, with hair of white
Eyes of moonlight blue with a stare of blank and ice
An innocent mind so clouded with lunacy
Winter left behind no pleasant memories
She was really little
Neither could she really talk
Someone suicidal attempted to kill her once
She never knew
Yet, she trusted her nevertheless
That memory manifested as an imaginary friend
Or not, as she cannot see her, the others can
And they writhe in terror
She remembered the screams from that screaming woman
The screams from that raging lunatic woman
She didn't know her mind was ill
Those screams still echo and she remains unfazed
Someone close to her attempted suicide
Unsure what was happening and unable to do anything
She sat by, watching as the bubbles stopped
Now, she cries out, "DON'T LEAVE ME!!" in her voice
There are bloodied handprints
And the cries of babies
They are not from her
The air feels cold
Water drops to snowflakes
It feels like winter again
The tears never end
Neither do the memories
A Review of Dawn of The Planet of the Apes
Hello, this is Raz and here comes a nice review of Dawn of The Planet of the Apes. Anyway, I thought the movie was pretty cool and the soundtrack was awesome, capturing emotion during every scene. The plot, I found to be well executed and I found myself heartbroken by the end. An'way, I do recommend you go and I see it and get back when you do
She Asks If She is DyingYoung and sweet
Yet, silent and somewhat reserved
She is a little a girl
Her mind afflicted with lunacy
Her smile concealing her long incomprehensible misery
Of the very lunacy she suffers
Yet from her blinded eyes are tears
Forced acceptance of something she can never tear herself away from
She looks to someone
Smiling, as if nothing is really wrong
Asking if she is dying
She's resigned herself to it
Believing it to be an illness without cure
Resigning herself to the equivalent of death
Am I dying?
In body she be well
But in mind she be ill
The misery of which eating away what sanity remains
What is being lost
May not be so easily regained
She knows that
Shikata ga nai
Yet, she asks if she is dying
Killerbunnies I: MeetingAlmost everyone was sent a letter of acceptance and I knew there would soon be more recruits into this underground. Amongst some of the recruits were I and my comrade Creamline. Frankly, I couldn't have thought this be better myself, after all, we had been roaming around, with people on our asses, well actually, mostly mine. Of all of this ugly world, I thought it'd be nice that we have some other people like ourselves. When we were ushered onto the room, Creamline thought it would be fit to get to know everyone. I remained reserved, observing everyone from afar. Some of them stuck out and others so very little. Of course, I didn't have the get to know everyone because I was given access to the database.
The 26th killerbunny was Anwen von Eyre. She was in a wheelchair, with a breathing tube down her throat and an intravenous drip in her arm. Going by her appearance, I could tell she was sick and probably on her last legs, not having much long to live. Despite her illness, she was
Magus' Review of Non-StopSalve, Magus est lepus and I have something nice to share. Sure, this movie is probably on DVD by now or whatever but it is a nice movie. I have found the movie to be rather scary, being that air travel is already frightening enough, especially since that day, but I found it was executed well and I had enjoyed it and Liam Neesons's performance.
I Can't Feel AnymoreI'm sorry
I cannot cry
Neither can I laugh
I can't feel anymore
No, I can't
My emotions are gone
As are my feelings
I don't have any anymore
I can see that you are fretting and your eyes are in tears
Let this be known
I feel neither joy nor sadness at my situation
I wanted it this way
I wanted to cast aside those very things
They were no longer needed
And had brought much upset
I'm no more than an empty shell
A shell of what once was
A shell with empty eyes
A shell that feels cold
This is a prefered existance
All in all, I can't feel anymore
And, I never will
waiting so long
something near nescapable
all of the pain and hardships
the illnesses that overtook her
Almost resulting in a premature death
She fell ill from the poison of radiation,
dying while waiting for nonexistent emergency services
An illness she was too sick to recover from
the mother that cannot so easily reach her child
because she had no choice
From wounds that fester
From wounds that cannot heal
From broken hearts and damaged souls
She emptied a gun into a wall of mirrors
A rage against the horrible things done to her
The winter was even warmer than she
She wanted to die
Her immortality was overrode
Something she's attempted when she's gone mad
They were to be broken
For some it worked
Troubles never seemed to end
It was a near never-ending cycle
They were gone but not forgotten
Their spirits stil
There is tree
It is very pretty tree
On a hill
One side is dismal and looks dead
The other side seems to be fairly pleasant
There is a reason why
On one side, we have a woman hanging
She had recently gone insane and opted to end her life
She would fail at this
On the other side, is a girl swinging on a swing
She is from a time of innocence and happiness, long before now
She and the woman are the same
The little girl from a time the woman seemed so interested in forgetting
Or, rather, seemed so interested in wanting nothing more to regain
She could really do neither
Yet, the little girl never knew this</b> would become of her
Her life before contrasted so differently from her life in the future
It is hard believing such an innocent girl would become a suicidal mentally ill wreck
I wonder could our past and future be any more different?
An Anecdote From the Attic The stack of dusty, aging postcards was just barely held in a bundle by several moldering pieces of fraying string tied around them, quartering the image on the top postcard in the stack. The bleached out color print of a Cape Cod lighthouse was easy enough to identify thanks to the caption, Highland Light ~ Truro, Massachusetts, across the bottom in simple, bold black script. What had once been Atlantic Ocean blue in the lower background was now faded close to white, almost matching the faint clouds above.
The old string didn't hold. Dozens of postcards spilled into sixteen-year-old Eric Kent's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the attic of his family's home. He carefully gathered them up and set all but one aside, the one with the lighthouse on it. Eric liked lighthouses. He'd never been near to one, and he wondered why his parents had never taken him to see any of America's thousands of miles of coastline. The back of
Why So Nice? Lifty and Shifty were out on another heist, as you would expect. They were going to steal snacks and junk food from the residents of Happy Tree Town. They stole Cookies, candy, pastries, frozen foods, chips, soda, fruit punch, chocolate malt/hot chocolate mix, and as a healthier bonus, granola bars. They also stole ingredients to make their own sweets and eats. Luna was recently teaching the twins how to cook and bake, and Lifty wanted to test his basic baking skills.
It was nearly morning and Shifty loaded the last tub of ice cream into their van, which they kept air conditioned to keep the foods cold, and slammed the doors shut. Unfortunately, Lumpy was a cop on night patrol and Lifty and Shifty were in exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. Without a second thought, Shifty hopped into the van and floored it while Lifty clung to the back of the truck. Suddenly, the van hit a pothole in the road, shaking the van and throwing Lifty off of his grip. He tu
Internal wounds are hard to healA beautiful young lady in her mid 20s has been very very sad. She and her family are about to lose everything they had in their life because they have no money and people complaining fraud stuff about them and their homes. The family doesn't know what to do anymore, no one wants to help them and they feel like EVERYONE hates them. The mid 20s year old girl just wished someone or at least several people help her and her family because she doesn't know who to go to.
Jealousy I stared at my plate, swirling my mashed potatoes with my fork. Nobody noticed my lacking appetite, which angered me even further. I vigorously stirred, desperate for a few precious seconds of attention, even if it was negative. However, my parents continued to ignore me. Well, that wasn't exactly true. My mother shot me a stink-eye every once in a while, and the message was clear: hurry up and eat your food so that we can talk in peace. It was always like that, with her saying 'we' to describe my older sister, father, and herself, as if they were an exclusive group.
“We're so happy to see you here! Miranda, you're glad too, right?”
“You're okay with eating lasagna for dinner, right? We decided it was nice for a change.”
Including 'we,' my mother always used the word 'right.'
Sometimes, I wonder how she would react if I just said, “No.”
Beth laughed loudly beside me,
Ross sighed as he looked out the window. He had marveled at the sight of blue, green and white on most days, but today he felt out of place.
Alone. His constant companions were occupied, doing their chores and observations.
Today was a hard day to be in Space.
Watching the Earth from his vantage point, he was separated from special people. His wife and son had to carry on without him on the surface.
These were the hard times his fellow astronauts and his support team told him about. The lonely moment when it was not enough to keep your mind focused on being a spaceflight participant.
Normally, his biology duties had him observing the specimens brought in special terrariums. Several species of arachnids, blattaria, and gastropods were to be viewed in a zero gravity environment, and his responsibility was to monitor their progress.
"John." One of his roommates called to him. "we're reaching orbit over Europe. There's a nice view of Italy and the mediterranean if y
A True StoryOkay. So this isn't like the usual Hetalia fanfics or anything. Like most of you probably read in that journal,I am going to be telling a real story. Something that actually happened to me. Don't worry,it's nothing horrendous or anything. It's just something I don't really tell people but I have a sudden urge to tell. Just going to tell you up front. It's weird. It's strange. And it probably seems pretty lame and stupid. But yeah. Sorta long so I'm sorry. ANYWAY let's just get started,shall we?
It happened a few years ago. My Dad and I went over to one of our old friends' house like we used to do all the time. The house was a small little apartment in a little complex,and it housed Marcy and Brian. Marcy was really old,not to be rude. But it was true. She was pretty sick as well,if I remember correctly. Brian was her...uh...Husband I think? I still don't understand what their relationship really was. But anyway.
Marcy had told us that she wanted to introduce us to one of
Love?Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.
A/N: Chronologically set after Chapter 6: Number One. I know I said I would try to stay in order but that sorta didn't happen after all. At least I tried. ^_^;
Children never charmed her. As far as she was concerned kids, more so babies, were nothing more than a distraction and a nuisance. Noisy ones at that. They were simply wailing little brats that, at the end of the day, were nothing but in the way. Incapable of taking care of themselves babies required constant supervision and care, both of which Emma had no time for. If she was to continue her life as a ruthless mercenary she shouldn't have found herself distracted by trivial things such as infantile bothers. Children would gain her no advantage in her profession. They were an utter waste of her space and, more importantly, her time.
So as she glowered at the toddler sitting on
Enter the Fluffy ThingIt had been raining for a week straight at this point. It was dark and cold no matter the time of day, and Chronos was just about done with being cold and wet as he went through work. They’d been on very active patrol lately, which meant that he and Seno were out in the rain just about daily. He’d been working a few extra hours a day to build up some more vacation time for when it got sunny again. He felt like they were over do for one.
He got home a little early that day. A sudden downpour had made it too dangerous to their health to stay out. Ryan was giving Dee a lift home so he showered and changed real quick before the other got home. He smiled as he came through the door and moved over to kiss him lightly.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Dee smiled. “I didn’t think you’d be back till dinner again.” He hung his jacket and scarf up and left his umbrella and boots by the door to dry.
“Weather got too bad,” he shrugged
Anzac DayI made my way up the chipped brick steps of the old town house, struggling to convince myself to put one foot infront of the other.
This may seem like I’m overreacting, but if you knew my grandparents you would be the same.
My Grandparents are very boring people. My Nanna is sophisticated and is always dressed like she’s going to see the queen. “You’re only as old as you look, Elizabeth Anne.” she always says to me.
My Grandfather - as much as he annoys me, has that adorable look about him. His grey eyes hold a thousand boring stories and he wears the same type of sweater and flat cap every time I see him, he doesn’t seem to care about fashion as much as Nanna.
All in all I guess they are ok, but when you have to constantly put up with the cheek pinching, fussing and those boring stories one tends to go insane.I knocked on the door lightly, hoping that if they didn’t hear I could just walk home, but my plan was foiled when I heard the all-too-f
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