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CH7: One Week GoneEverybody was excited to say the least, today was the seventh day, which ment one week had gone by, since they all moved into the house, and everybody, even the men had decided to throw a party to celebrate today, so while all the men were out picking up some party supplies, the girls were all relaxing in front on the TV talking. "So, what kind of game should we play today, girls?" "Hmm, well we have alot of board games and stuff." "True but what games?" "7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN!!!!" "Ow, Carly, hmm, okay" "Hey, I say we make that game last longer the 7 minutes." "Like?" "20 minutes" and they just kept on talking about what games to play. "Okay, we got the games settled, now for the food, whats the main dish?" All the girls went silent, they couldnt think of anything to make. "How about we go out for dinner, and play more games at the casinos" "Thats a wonderful idea Shanya, just two problems, Carly and Terri are too young to go" "I dont mind staying here and playing with Terri-Chan!" "Are
The Thing I Have Become...I'm looking in the mirror,
Who is that looking back?
That's not me at all,
I say that for a fact.
Something deep inside has changed,
It's eaten me away,
I'm dead to all my feelings,
It doesn't seem ok.
I've become completely soulless,
Something sucked it out,
I'm just an empty person,
Full of worthlessness and self doubt.
I want my old life back,
Those simple care free days,
Even then it was hellish,
But now I'm in an ignorant haze.
My mind is getting darker,
I can barely see the light,
This monster deep inside,
Is more then just a fright.
I Hate LifeIm so sick of being me.
Im so sick of the people around me.
Im so sick of people treating me the way they do.
Why cant people just be happy.
And leave me alone.
Why cant people shut their mouths.
And why cant they shut their mouths about me?
I hate myself.
I look in the mirror everyday and I wanna punch the mirror.
I feel so embarrassed by myself.
I feel so disgusted.
I dont even feel like a person.
I feel like the wind
just blowing and blowing.
I feel like the sky when its raining.
I feel like snow when its falling.
I miss everyone.
I miss the people that used to love me.
I miss the people that i used to love.
I miss myself.
The old me.
I wake up everyday.
Tears fall down my face.
Because i realize....
The only time im not lonely,
Is when im sleeping peacefully.
Why Heart WhyWhy heart, why have you dont this to me?
Cant you see I already love somebody?
Why do you skip a beat and flutter when a certain someone is online?
Sure I used to love him, but I've moved on and so has he.
So why do you do this to me?
Yes he used to be my friend and lover, now he's just my friend but not my lover.
Why heart, why do you make me act this way?
Why do you want me to love two people?
Cant you see this confuses and hurts me so much?
Why must you make me choose between this one I've loved for a year, and the one whos been my friend for 2 years?
I hate you heart, I really do, I hate you for making old feeling that I though were layed to rest come back.
Dont you see how much hurt this is going to cause somebody?
Dont you even care that I'm crying my eyes out?
Dont you care that this will infect my life?
Why dont you care?!
Why heart, why dont you care about my life?
Do you want me to die a lone woman with no man?
With no one to care for me?
To hold me when I'm depressed, or hol
The Grey WolfThe gray wolf sings
Her song of despair
She sings of an unwanted
The poor wolf's heart has been broken
Her paws beat hard on the ground
Her lonely song rings and
Echoes on the mountains around
She has been rejected
The pack turned her away
They pushed her out
She knew she couldn't stay
She ran and ran
Never to return
The farther she goes
The more it shall burn
She sings and cries out
She wishes, longs for home
But she understands
She's only alone
MOAD: CH 2Deidara was standing at the watering hole him, his sister, and Blossom used to swim in, he remembered the day he gave Blossom her collar.
Deidara was sitting with his feet in the water, waiting for Blossom to come, he told her to meet him here before running off to get something. Hearing a rustle in the bushes he quickly turned and saw Blossom coming out, "Blossom, come here, un." Blossom trotted over and sat in front on him and sniffed him, something felt different about him. Deidara got up and put something around her neck then went to get a mirror, when he showed her she saw it was a hot pink collar with real diamonds on it with a wrist bracelet with 'S-D' on it. Sakura LOVED it so much that she pounced on Deidara and cleaned his face.
"Yo Deidara, ready to go?" Deidara sighed and glanced at Kisame and shrugged, "Yeah...lets go, un." Before they could go anywhere Sakura came out bearing her fangs, "Ooo a demon now its action time" said Kisame as him plus
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
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