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Alexa To Ali - PoemI sit in my room and watch the rain clouds past by
I hold out my hand against the glass
I've always been so sickly pale
I've always been so death-like
I race to the battle field
I stand beside you
But I soon realize I'm not like you
I do not fully belong with you and your group
I'm not human
I'm not machine
I'm not half and half
I'm a full blooded Vampire
And I have my own view of the same battle field
I wield a different kind of weapon
I don't have guns or your fancy machine-based weapons
I wield fangs and a kind of speed you stare in envy at
I wield such a lighting quick mind that I've out thought you for the billionth time
You demand answers and all I can say is think fast
You watch me run into the sun and you realized with sicking horror what is to come
But I can't say I regret my action
I take my shot and unlike you machine-based creatures
I move among the dead while living in the world of the living
I reach back from the shadows and your enemy is no more
I watch their
InvaderAli ContestIt's never a good thing when you get in trouble with Megatron. And for one certain Seeker, once wasn't enough. It was a lesson never learned. Countless times he challenges his leader, never once focusing on the beat down that was likely to come. He was stubborn, and damn persistent. He gets at least a few points for that. And some dents, scratches, cracks, bent wings the list goes on. Once the damage was done he spends the rest of the day .or next few days in the brig.
Oh yes, he was very familiar with the brig. Starscream couldn't remove the pure anger and frustration in his expression. Another failed attempt .more quality time with the walls of the brig that seem to laugh at his misfortune. It took everything the young air commander had not to go insane. If he hadn't already. His frame still bore the marks form the beating, any energon that had flowed form the wounds had long since dried up and left a very unpleasant feeling. Of course, this isn't the first time,
She called out into the white corridor, "Hello?"
No voice answered but her own.
Her soft footsteps sounded like giant foot falls,
and when she thought someone was there,
she realised it was her own.
After scouring the long and white halls,
there was a black and white door.
A room with a single table.
A single table with a single book.
It was stained with jet ink,
the scripts mixed in seamlessly with the black page.
It was a black book.
she opened it.
The ink was wet and clung to her fingertips.
Someone did this not long ago.
Answering the unasked question,
A page flipped and it said,
in dripping white ink,
Her breath stilled,
and she turned the page.
'Do you know me?'
'I know you'
'You don't know me'
'But I know you'
'I could tell you'
'do you want to know what I am?'
She reached the end of the book
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
Journal Entry VIII - JetDear stranger,
So this morning I'm heading out because of... I think I was getting more smokes. I don't remember. Or I was checking yesterday's mail.
I don't even know. Point is I'm leaving our apartment, yeah? Ace's and mine. And we haven't spoken in about four days and I'm feeling really depressed so my head's down and fucking... I see this box. This little cardboard box with our address and no sender's address and I think it's the weirdest thing in the world.
Then I think, you know, it might be those toys I ordered. So I take it back inside and set it on the table and it's pretty light, mind you. I get a knife and I cut open the tape and once it's open... I scream.
Now mind you, Ace is in the next room on the couch, in dead sleep [or so I thought] and all of a sudden I hear footsteps and I turn with the knife raised and I almost fucking stabbed her.
I almost fucking stabbed Ace.
She looks from the knife to me and I must've looked freaked cause she took the knife
Chapter 1: The beginning
War, that's how it ends, a fight between heaven and hell,
it all started when a young girl named Riko started
getting strange dreams,all the same but they seem to
unravel more and more info as she sleeps every night,
the question is what does it mean, now you must be thinking
isn't that an obvious question with an obvious answer?
Well that's the complete opposite of what it actually is,
in fact it's complicated more than anything.
Chapter 1: The beginning
I wake up again from a terrible nightmare, the same nightmare
I have every night,ruins and horisons coated with grey
mist, and war, two sides fighting for the same thing, I know
they're not real but I can't help but wonder why it's the same
one, this time there were two strange girls, were they the ones
fighting? They look like normal school girls but one with pure
white wings and the other with an almost blackish kind of colour,
I can't make out their faces, they seem faded, it ends with them
La TormentaSonó un trueno que retumbó por todo el monte, iniciándose así una brutal tempestad. La chica corrió cuesta abajo, asustada, con un único objetivo. Debía encontrar refugio antes de que las arpías de la tormenta, monstruosas criaturas que atacaban a los caminantes inocentes que no encontraban cobijo a sus tormentas. Descubrió un atajo entre unos matorrales. No sabía a dónde llevaba, pero si era a un pueblo, entonces convenía tomarlo. Estaba demasiado resbaladizo para correr por él, así que, sin importarle su vestido fino y elegante, se sentó e impulsó su descenso monte abajo.
Un rayo cayó amenazadoramente sobre el pico del monte, iluminando todo a su alrededor con una tenebrosa luz amarilla. La chica volvió a tomar impulso y siguió deslizándose, asustándose más a cada centímetro descendido. Oía los graznidos de las arpías, el zumbido de sus alas acerarse a to
La enfermedad del corazon.Por las mejillas del niño recorrió su amargo camino una lágrima.
La sociedad lo rechazo.
La misma ciudad renegaba su existencia bajo el crujido de los edificios.
El aire cargaba con los susurros de la gente.
Un mensaje de ira y repudio.
Sus mismos padres lo alejaron.
La ciencia lo catalogo un fenómeno.
La religión lo condeno a escarnio eterno.
Y la medicina lo declaro un caso perdido.
Pues en esta sociedad, en esta ciudad, bajo este aire, en esta familia y ante la lógica misma.
Aquel niño había contraído de la peor enfermedad imaginable.
Del mayor mal conocido por esta realidad.
Había desarrollado sentimientos.
La más terrible enfermedad del corazón.
TMP: Don't Mention ItThere is a stillness I have never felt before.
I know I have been in this place before, but before now, I have not been here.
A moth flies by. Did it notice me? I am now one of the scenery. Another face. I am not “me”. I am “that person”. I am “a week ago.”
I am here but I am not. Neither is she, but she and I are not in the same “here”that I now exist in. Midnight has settled her quilt over this place and I am lost but for the artificial stars that light a ways home.
It was once my way, but now is not.
The stillness in my “here” rumbles with the echo of another “here”. Someone else, in their own “here” has arrived. There are more lights, but darkness follows them.
The glass walls between our worlds shudder. I know there is sound but it does not belong “here” with me. “Someone” is beating their fists on the ground and on the sky, but I am not “here” - I
Vampire Knight - PoemI sit in your shadow
Awaiting your orders
I boredly look over my shoulder
Why do you pick these machines over me I muse alone at night
I am your vampire
A warrior who is immortal
I fight along side their cause
But I wonder if they accept me
A non-machine, A non-human
For all their big talks
For all the show and big fire works
I am the constant ace in their deck
I am their backup, I am their knight
But do they love me and cherish me?
But do they want me and need me?
But do they cherish my life?
I see how you look at him
It makes my heart shatter eveytime
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
But again, as night falls, I'll become your knight
But again, as sun raises, I'll be your perfect guardian
Silent and voiceless as the stars that weep for my lost spirit
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