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A Review of The Triplets of BellevilleHello there, I am Ignis Purpura, or Igpur, if one prefers, and I have a movie review for you. I am coming to review the The Triplets of Belleville and I want to say it was truly a masterpiece and had such wonderful music and something I do recommend on find, as a good movie like this one is hard to find.
Sometimes, Smiles Can Hide Secrets
Her smile is alluring, isn't it?
Couldn't tell that she is pain, could you?
No, she puts her best face forward and smile
Her smiles tend to hide secrets
She's cutting herself again
Causing more pain to end pain
It is but a neverending cycle of pain
A cycle of pain that she doesn't know how to break
A cycle of pain that continues and continues
A cycle of pain that remains unseen
Hidden behind a ruby red smile
A charming smile
Smiles can hide secrets and her's is doing is just that
Of course, a smile cannot really explain away the bloodied bandages
Nor blood on her sleeve
Or cuts on her wrists
Or a bloodied blade
Yet, her smiles conceals her secret
Madgie, what did you do? LIV: Radioactive Rainマッジ、あなたは何をしたのですか？LIV？放射能雨
I awoke in a smoky wasteland, near devoid of life and the fading smell of something charred. Something just happened here, recently, though not too recent. I walked about, looking for any sort of familiar face but finding none. As I had wandered around, it started to rain. However, said rain felt hot and burned, leaving behind red markings. In terrified state, I rushed about, darting into the nearest shelter. I sat there, trying to sooth the burns to little avail. In the midst of sitting there, I spotted a shadow move past the window. At first, I was terrified and sat still. Outside, I heard a small anguished cry and then someone familiar walked through the entrance. Antoinette, who appeared to be rife with scars and covered in bandages, and she was holding an umbrella. "Mademoiselle Lap
Epitome of PrettyWell, then, I'm sorry
I don't meet your hoity-toity expectation
I didn't know you wanted to a "pretty girl"
So tell me, what would make me homely?
I suppose a lot of things really
I'm short, about five feet even
I'm chubby, weighing in at 156.6 pounds
I'm fiery and jaded, being both hotheaded and bitter
I don't wear makeup
So tell me, would you prefer me skinny and taller?
Would you prefer me painted up, like a doll?
Or would you prefer me to be soft and sweet and perky?
Well, I ain't neither
If THAT is the epitome of pretty
Then I feel sorry for you
There are all kinds of pretty and you've walked past many of them
What about that poor girl, to the left?
She seems nice
Or that one right behind you?
She's awfully funny and is fun loving
Or that one to the right, the one you shunned?
She's nice, strong-willed, but nice
Yet, you've shunned her
They are decent girls and had plenty to offer, believe me
Yet, you want the epitome of pretty
EscapeThis darkened world
Offers no hope
I suppose there is no other escape
I shall wait, though
I'm no in rush to escape
It will happen at some point
Maybe some time soon
Or some time late
Someday, there will be an escape
One made for me
And, then I'll be free
Little Cousins from Russia Lubov, Anya, and Seraph
One day, after the snow had fallen, Toki opened the door to three little girls. In Russian, they spoke, "Zdravstvuyte , ledi, eto nash kuzen domoy??" Naturally, she had promptly let them in and opted to try to make sense of what they said. She hasn't much learning of Russian but the words she could make out in translation was "cousin home?" She thought about it and told the girls to sit down and that she'll go and get their cousin. "Ethelinda, you have three little girls in the living room for you." she said, while in the same room as Bunny. Bunny sighed, mumbled something under her breath about her cousins not learning how to take care of their children. Toki showed them where they were. They were waiting attenti
A Review for the movie Ride Along
What's up, this is a review comin' from Raziline, AKA Raz, to you. I am here to review the movie Ride Along. It had everything youse could really want. It had comedy, action, plot twists, and a whole lot more. I recommend you go an' see it and, after you do, I'll get back with ya'
Lucidly DreamingWouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be?
Be nice to escape this disillusioning world and...
....create one's own?
Really, I think it would be
It weren't a dream
I'm a lucid dreamer, you see
And, as I sleep, I make a new world
A world that isn't so dreary
Listen, I want out of this one
But, the freedom in which I crave cannot be attained
I want out but....
....I'll have to settle for lucidly dreaming
Lucid Dreams VII: egamI rorriMHello there
I knew you'd arrive here
After all, you've looked into the mirror
maerd ym ot rorrim ehT
You looked into the mirror
And, now, there is no escape
You're trapped in my realm
I dreadfully apologize, really I do
But, when I awake, you won't
I wonder, when you came here?
?noitcelfer ruoy saw tahW
I am dying to know, really
Actually, don't tell me!
You don't have to tell me, really you don't
I know what you saw
You saw your bloody handprints
The handprints you left behind
Trying to get out
You saw yourself being trapped here and trying to escape
You're a fool
Thinking you could escape!
!eurt yltsenoh ,em esuma uoY
You are now your own reflection
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Twas Silence That BetrayedKeeping secrets will prove to be full of misfortune
Being a secret-keeper betrays
Twas silence that betrayed the friendship
Twas silence that strained it
When it comes to keeping horrific secrets
Ones that are meant to be told
Silence is the enemy
The person’s silence betrayed them
Because, of that silence, irreversible damage was done
Silence hid the truth and it cost them dearly
Twas silence that betrayed them
Twas silence that brought the shame
Twas silenced that concealed the truth
Twas silence that costed them dearly
If only that silence were broken, then the great shame would lift
And, the truth would be out
If the truth were out, the person would be free
But, no, cowardice gave rise to silence
If only it hadn’t, but brought a cycle
A cycle of shame and lies is what it brought
Twas silence that betrayed them
Only when the silence is broken, the cycle of shame and lies will end and the truth will set them free
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