Alone again and forever by lethargic-devil, literature
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Alone again and forever
years and years,
i faced hurt,
embarrassment,
i kept turning back to them,
i kept going back,
i turned to those who kicked me,
let them say how much they loved to see me cry,
how much they liked to see me huddled,
at the back of class crying,
hoping that they\'d turn around,
and say sorry,
hoping that they\'d be sorry,
hoping that they cared for me as much as i cared for them,
i never noticed then how the others sat silent,
how they watched me cry,
and didnt know what to say,
how much my predicament affected them,
how much they wanted to comfort me yet had no words,
alone i started to sit,
my day brightening only when
Alone again and again by lethargic-devil, literature
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Alone again and again
years and years,
i faced hurt,
embarrassment,
i kept turning back to them,
i kept going back,
i turned to those who kicked me,
let them say how much they loved to see me cry,
how much they liked to see me huddled,
at the back of class crying,
hoping that they\'d turn around,
and say sorry,
hoping that they\'d be sorry,
hoping that they cared for me as much as i cared for them,
i never noticed then how the others sat silent,
how they watched me cry,
and didnt know what to say,
how much my predicament affected them,
how much they wanted to comfort me yet had no words,
alone i started to sit,
my day brightening only when
Freinds lack of gift by lethargic-devil, literature
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Freinds lack of gift
tears fall,
tracing down my cheek,
leaving a streak,
down my ace,
make up clotting,
i want to run away,
hide,
hide forever,
not show my face again,
yet sucker for punishment,
as i always am,
i turn around to those arms,
that were momentarily open to me,
gratefully,
i sink into their sweet embrace,
wincing as they think im alright so soon,
that ive healed already,
that they let go,
that they turn from me,
and expect me to be alright,
i reach out a hand,
dry my tears,
touch them,
they turn,
mistaking my bout to talk to them,
for more tears,
in exasperation they take me into their arms,
their child,
not their fre
Old frogotten and remembered by lethargic-devil, literature
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Old frogotten and remembered
the sadness,
knowing that should you meet again,
so much would have happened,
you wont know each other,
and the freindship you cherished will be gone,
the smiles they caused,
the laughs they shared,
remembered but not used,
never again,
never again,
you leave,
they leave,
live a new life,
where you cant let go of the old one,
and when you go back,
the old ones not there anymore,
without knowing it,
you moved on,
though it sems so terribly sad.
and in a way,
is so.
Ways to kill children by lethargic-devil, literature
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Ways to kill children
1- tell them that they can truly fly.
2- \'forget about them\'
3- you have to PRACTICE if you want to be spiderman...here\'s some string.
4- play with matches
5- always look straight when crossing roads
6- talk to strangers often and at every possible opportunity
7- have an indoor jacuzzi - and babysit
8- tell everybody that your dad\'s a millionaire - especially to the afore mentioned strangers
9- encourage them to grab metal objects
10- encourage them to point rudely and laugh at the local mafia boss
11- clorox tastes good
12- wear stilletos in the nursery
13- dont lock the window next to the crib
14- everyday is halloween
15-
Vampires average day by lethargic-devil, literature
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Vampires average day
pale skin glimmering in the night,
catching whatever wayward light passing by,
bereft of it\'s day time abiity to squander,
it consents not to burn,
and the damned feel adlultered sunlight,
and revel in it,
the feeling of doing something wrong,
the shiver of glee,
the absence of guilt,
so profound,
that the ability to openly BE,
is perhaps that which is so sought for,
immortality,
nocturnal,
strength,
all that forgotten,
in the wake of lack of guilt,
they rise,
all their actions seemingly erotic,
they look for prey,
that prey which they want to have,
as much as they want to examine,
it\'s delicacy,
it\'s frag
they rise in the darkness,
the only time they may,
their strenth immeasurable,
as is their time,
eyes mirroring colours,
distorting them,
using them,
to create colors beyond,
mortal imaginaion,
pleasure beyond imagnation,
the very wind a caress,
as they soar,
claiming what is theirs by right,
the night when they roam,
the time alotted them,
gliding past homes of clumsy mortals,
unable to come in,
yet ever searching for that forbidden liquor,
which i give gladly.
Untold beauty of Night by lethargic-devil, literature
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Untold beauty of Night
go to sleep
she says
night is for rest
where you \"hide from the horrors of the day\"
i think
that if hiding should be done
then why not during the time when it is happening
rather than the most beautiful time
closing your eyes
only to drift into realms of nightmare
rather than that
why not stay awake
and revel in the beauty
of the night
that only few have ability
to stay awake
and see
slowly i see that the horrors of the day
drift away
as i am aware of my rest
where as every morning
i used to wake up
unaware of the beauty of the closed darkness
around me
of how i slept
awake
now i know
that i s
i gave you my heart,
with no payment required,
you kept it,
though i agree,
i forced you too,
yet you had no idea,
my chest now empty,
and i yearn for my heart which is not with me,
but with you,
my eyes drawn to you,
whenever youre near,
yet,
if i no longer have my heart,
why is that i can still fell its pain,
as if its the only emotion that comes through,
no longer do i feel happiness,
after i gave you my heart,
no longer do i feel at rest,
since i let go,
but now,
after i gave you my heart,
albeit it is not in me ,
i feel it hurt,
i feel it break and send it\'s shattered peices back to me,
yet you keep a p
Angel looking devils by lethargic-devil, literature
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Angel looking devils
you annoyed me to the point of which theres no return,
cliche,
oh so cliche,
who gves?
my eyes narrow,
as you completely turn,
a small thing into a big thing,
a mountain out of a molehill,
the desire to rip out your lungs,
overpower me,
who really wants yur larynx to work,
who really cares how or why,
you might have to say anything,
dont you understand?
you\'ve got nothing,
and yet you take everything of mine,
and crush them,
step on them,
tearing me down,
making me want to hide,
making me want to kill you,
and all you stand for, you\'re nothing to me,
or anyone,
you broke me,
and im still gathering t
what point is there in going on,
when all thats left is nothing,
the chance i had,
i threw away,
and yet it felt,
like my best try,
too many times i have tried,
only to be thrown,
as the rope of hope i held,
was cut by the blade of truth,
and it\'s mate,
sadness,
falling and falling,
i reach out,
in hope that even a shred,
may pass through,
my fingertips,
yet roughly my hands are slapped away,
and i let go,
slowly drfting,
praying for it all to end,
then as all seems to come at rest,
that foul mouth,
with its foul words,
latches to me and drags,
me back up to the surface,
face above water,
i watch as m
what point is there in going on,
when all thats left is nothing,
the chance i had,
i threw away,
and yet it felt,
like my best try,
too many times i have tried,
only to be thrown,
as the rope of hope i held,
was cut by the blade of truth,
and it\'s mate,
sadness,
falling and falling,
i reach out,
in hope that even a shred,
may pass through,
my fingertips,
yet roughly my hands are slapped away,
and i let go,
slowly drfting,
praying for it all to end,
then as all seems to come at rest,
that foul mouth,
with its foul words,
latches to me and drags,
me back up to the surface,
face above water,
i watch as m
Where is this? Where am i? my whole being is il. im so very scared. i want...wanted... to scream.. nowi dont even have the energy left to desire it. i wantto scream. i want to scream. whats going on?
argh.
this isnt from me... this isnt part of me ... im being ...attacked from the outside.. maybe... dunno... my body is bieng put thrhough pain. my body can handle this... but the occurance of it hurts my soul...
hehe, yeah, i must say, im cannot find any spelling mistakes at all. maybe its the font and that fact that its by default squished together..like, what spelling mistakes?
i like Knux the best of the bunch, cuz hes the "badass" of the crew, Miles comes second, sonic third, then the rest i dont nessesarily care about, you know, Rotor, Sally, meh...dun care.
anyways, thanks for the comment.
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You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
hey - i cant remember right- but ithink youre one of the ppl to go to for problems or questions- i want to delete this account and put all the stuff in it into my scraps gallery at my other account
please... too many memories with this one - and too many ppl know it exists... who i'd rtaher didnt see it or anything about me. please do help[ - if ive got the wrong person please tell me and ill find the right person or the other.