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of the tiny little things
is what i'm for
so here we are
the couch is comfortable
the lights are low
and you have taken off your glasses
as much as i hoped
to say you tasted like skittles
or what you mean to me:
whatever drags airplanes through the sky,
dutch tulips and digital roses
and warm warm hands
you don't taste like anything at all.
nothing except a perfect copy
of my own mouth
when I haven't drunk in a while
and the corners are sore from smiling.
we both saw it coming from miles away
foreheads, noses, then mouths together
and i couldn't help noticing
again and again
i could see your eyelashes
your hair had fallen over your face
and i fixed it, laughing
because that's what i'm for
The Old FrontierPack your bags, get your toothbrush
Find a car, find a silver cross
Throw a tarp over the windshield and we're covered
Get a road, lay it down flat
And behind us, we'll trail angel floss
So we stay over the sky and not under
It's a long, long way to whatever we want
It's an old frontier that we've never come across
And the last thing we need is to be cute and sad and lost
'Cause someone will pick us up and take us home
It's a long, long drive and we've got horses and tires
In case one breaks down and we're left on our own
Drive a MACK, drive a cloud,
Long as it gets you where you need
There's a sweet patch of road that must have once been dirt
There's a sweet patch of road
With a black-and-white candy stripe
A lovely accent to the Christmas trees and AstroTurf
It's a dark, dark tunnel, half collapsed and rolling under
And the crash of God's new thunder
Gave us heart attacks from wonder
So we've come to get away
Here in the old frontier, we'll hit the coast and build across it
PartnersLast night, it was snowing doves
And I dragged you outside and
You caught one on your tongue
I beamed at you with pride and
You spat it out again
Too many dirty feathers and
Clawing feet, you said
One of these days I'll get you to smile
You will be my partner in crime
And I'll act like a child
Let's be the mismatched cop-movie pair
And I'll drag to down to my level, I swear
One of these days, ah
Last night, it was raining down
Something tiny and shining
And I pulled down a cloud
To show its silver lining
Only to win a bet
We argued that same day
I said a cloud's the perfect pet
(And I bet you a dollar
The silver was its collar.)
This cloud follows you around
It's adorable and you
Still have this silly frown
Is it the rain or can't you
Just simply make it end?
It's on a leash, it loves you
Just ask, my gloomy friend
One of these days I'll get you to smile
You will be my partner in crime
And I'll act like a child
Don't lie to me, really, how's the weather up there?
We'll challenge each o
Part OneOnly the best part is over,
Only the best is to come
Try and try, I still get older
At least we had a little fun
Keep your hair on and keep it covered
Open your heart and close your lungs
There will be friends and missing lovers
High ladders, all with broken rungs
Only the worst part has left us
Only the worst is to come
We drank up our lives into blessed dust
And now we have work to be done
Only the first part is over,
Only the next is to come
Leave and we'll draw you in closer
At least we had a little fun
Make Up Your Own Damn TitleI walk along the dirt road, staring up at the sky and singing.
There's no need to watch where I'm going. I've been down this road a thousand times. I already know there's nothing there. The sky is cloudless and blue.
The dirt road stretches on for miles in front of me, carved into the side of the hill. At the bottom I can see a forest, and somewhere very far behind me is the very tiny town, and then more hills. "The fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round." I sing it. The sky is so blue.
I've gotten too used to the color. So much time staring blankly at the sky has bored a hole through the atmosphere to the truth everything is pure, liquid empty space, weighing down the world. Nothing is there. Blue is a mask. Do I know any songs from Phantom of the Opera? I can't think of one.
I walk along the road, in no hurry, swinging my paper shopping bag. It's so far to go, but I like to walk. Another successful day in
Nonogramit was -
i swear -
the craziest thing
i heard mr. goodman's voice,
talking in numbers
i couldn't follow
and i let my eyes wander and
i looked at the wrinkles
in the fleece lining
and saw letters
in the random puckering
in the only language
neat and wiggled
i could barely make out almost-words
like the fleece
was giving me
but i blinked and
the blobs came back
and it was all numbers
i may never be
a scientist but
i have to admire
MademoisellePretty girl, draw out the white
Draw out the green and rip the seam
Stay the razor, peace is coming
Peace is coming fast
He's not a martyr any more
Than those dying in the streets
Will you be around to mourn?
Mademoiselle, you're going to hell
Make sure your last word is sweet
Wet and red and with a scream,
Your country is reborn
Ribbon girl in a ribbon hat
Ignore the blood that stains the bath
Tell the people, peace is coming
Peace is coming fast
Don't expect a protected, wailing chorus
Mademoiselle, if they want peace
What they need is someone working for it.
The Precocious Reverse Career Test1. Would you consider yourself a people person?
b. The RIGHT kind of people.
d. Oh GOD no.
2. Are you comfortable with the sight of blood?
b. Well, if it's for a good cause
c. Ew, no.
d. More than I should probably say.
3. Can you keep a secret?
a. Never needed to.
c. Yes, very well.
d. Why? Who have you been talking to? What do you know?!
4. How do you respond to peer pressure?
a. I START peer pressure.
b. FIGHT THE POWER
c. Go with the flow. Hey, you can always blame it on someone else.
5. Did you grow up around other families?
a. Just a few.
d. I actually don't remember.
6. Would you shoot the hostage to get to the bad guy?
a. Depends on the situation.
b. Yes, anything to bring justice.
c. I'm not THAT heartless.
d. Wait bad?
7. Have you given up hope for your future?
a. What? No! I'm going to be huge.
b. I wouldn't tell a stranger anyway.
c. Uhhhh yes.
Creepypasta: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, lets get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or whateve
Contains: Blood + Gore description, Strong language and disturbing scenes.
Rated: For ages 17+
"Patient #7732 appears to look stable, as well as patient #7733. However, we might want to recheck #7730." A man in white, began to write on his paper attached to a clipboard, while adjusting his glasses.
It had been three months since I've been working at a place like this. A small, psychiatric hospital for the unique, special people, or should I say for lunatics who can't seem to live a normal life with ordinary people. Then again, I wasn't too ordinary myself, or so mother would tell me. I was usually the weak, sick child in my family. I couldn't manage to finish school. What with many absences in my daily life, not to mention scheduled doctor appointments, I knew I wouldn't have the capacity to get enough credits in my classes. I was more of a needy child than the rest of my relatives. All my siblings would usually surpass me at
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
I Was Broken
I was once broken. I was shattered, hurt, sad, and angered. My tears were running down my cheeks like minute waterfalls. My heart was ripped out, and torn apart.
But then the voices came. They came from the darkness and told me everything would be alright. They told me that I would get my revenge. That I would not feel this way anymore.
All I had to do was give in to the sadness and hate, and give my broken spirit to the darkness.
I was broken, but now the darkness holds me together.
I killed people... I am a monster... The voices told me I did it right, and they tell me to do more bad things, but it was not. This is not right. I hate it.
The darkness and I are one now. It will not go away. It is part of me.
I was broken, and now I am shattered.
My blood runs through my fingers so beautifully. It is the color of red roses. It is warm, and I can feel my own unsteady pul
Eclipse Part 17I looked over to see DM and Dove approaching.
“I could feel demonic presences…” DM commented, looking around. Dove stopped behind DM and smirked, looking over at me.
“Yeah…you COULD feel demonic presences…but not anymore…” I smiled and looked up at DM.
“Don’t worry DM, I took care of them. It was just a small pack…easily taken care of...”
I watched as Jack healed my wounds. The sensation stung and was hot, but doable. After a few seconds there was no longer any indication of trauma to my arm. I looked up at Jack whose vision was transfixed at the large moon looming over us. A slight breeze swept past us in our momentary silence. Jack blinked and looked down at me, his face hard.
“Sombaria…she is after you…” His voice sounded calm, but there was definitely an angry tone. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack in confusion.
“……Who?” Jack’s fists tightened
A Real Vampire Love StoryMy husband and I are masters of the night. We are both vampires and are considered some of the finest and most renown.
I can kill in an instant and he can suck more blood than anyone. That's probably why he weighs 340 pounds and I am only 150. "Babe, it's time. This belly isn't going to fill itself." He groaned as he walked up to me while rubbing his grumbling belly.
"Awe. Don't sorry, sweetie. I will find you a nice refreshing meal!" I say, hugging him tight. "I hope so. I'm getting hungry."
"Want to come watch?" I ask him, twirling my hair with my finger.
"I wouldn't even consider going without you."
"Someone has to help clean up." I chuckle and head out to the streets of Las Vegas where we lived now. There was a supple food source here. There was so many criminals, prostitutes, and low lives that it didn't matter if we killed them.
Luckily it was Halloween and it was okay to dress like a crazy person. We didn't look that different from normal people. Our hair is dark and our skin is
Itching You have them. Everyone has them. Those little instances where a part of your body itches. It may be a small itch to shrug off or a big one that drives you insane. Whatever the case may be, they are normal, common things, so we all know about them.
But have you ever wondered about why we have them? About why they even exist even though they are a nuisance? That is even a question that stumbles scientists nowdays. However, to be honest, the answer is so simple.
You see, an itch is actually a warning sign to you. They warn you that you might or are in danger of something. Of course, your first instinct is to itch the bugger and get rid of it. Bad mistake. Itching means that you would rather ignore the sign, that it means nothing. It just leaves you more open to whatever it was that you were being warned of, whether something as a natural disaster or way of death, or even maybe a supernatual creature. Why would you ignore such a thing? Well, as ce
Haunting Memories I look back on my life right now and I shiver in fear...I was just a little girl, happy and smiling. One day i had received a package from my aunt Carrie whom i loved so very much, and within the package was a small little doll wrapped in a pale pink silk fabric. She had long coarse black hair made of yarn, simple black button eyes and a slight smile which was single thread stitched onto her face. She was wearing a simple bell shaped dress made out of the same silky fabric she was wrapped in. I hugged her close to me smiling, my aunt always gave me the best things. I set her back down beside me and started writing a letter to my aunt to thank her.
Thank you aunt Carrie! I love the doll so much she's so pretty! I think i'll name her Anna. Her dress is really pretty too! I wish i had one like her's that way we could match each other! I can't wait to see you aunt Carrie! I miss you!
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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