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LostIf it's there, then it's me,
If it's not then i can't see.
If you understand what's real,
Then you don't know how i feel.
'cause it's not me but i can see,
Just exactly how you feel,
And what you know to be unreal,
Is just a world that you have sealed.
Cause what you know and what you feel,
Are the only things unreal,
When the world you're in is mine,
And the thing you lack is time.
When the time is kept by me,
And you find you cannot see,
And you don't know who to be,
You are not real.
The silent rainThe silent rain
Wondering in this silent rain
Found a truth
Now i'll always be alone
Hear them call
But not my name
I can never be the same
Found a truth
Now i cannot shake this cold
Feel the sound
Hear the dark
Always looking for a spark
Found a way
Saw the light
Leading me into the night
Time is short
But in it's wake
I can finally escape
Found the truth
Found the lies
Now, everybody dies
Paper planesPaper planes, and Rubix cubes.
We'll never know, what to do.
Toys trains, and teddy bears.
They can't see. They don't care.
The world has changed,
All that remains,
So much blame,
Is passed around,
But that which reigns,
Is true fear.
Rock and stone, sweat and blood.
What we'll do, just for their love.
Shameful really, the pain we feel.
Just so we know, that we're still real.
Guns and Cars. How children play.
Tears and scars, what lay in wait.
Peace and love, is what they claim,
But all I see, is fear and shame.
The world has changed,
All that remains,
Are guns and bones,
And heads of stone.
We lay in wait,
For times of peace.
It feels this war,
Will never cease.
Winds change and flowers bloom.
New generations follow suit,
And find a new game to play,
'We'll fix your mess our way'
We won't follow orders 'cause that's what got the world,
Where it is today.
We will deliver, us with the paper planes.
The world has changed,
All that remains,
FearBecause time, cannot heal,
And this life, isn't real,
And when sometimes, it's hard to feel,
You wonder, why carry on.
When the courage slips away,
And your faced with fear each day,
Wondering to whom you pray,
What's the point? why carry on?
So they say, there is someone,
That declares suffering undone,
But when the wars are all but won,
They'll sweep the rug from 'neath your feet.
And in the end the love is gone,
And everything is wrong,
And your life has come undone,
And you welcome fears embrace.
DamagedFind a penny, pick it up,
And all the day you'll have good luck.
But luck is something i'll not need,
Because of him i cannot bleed.
I warn you now my hearts a stone,
And i will never be alone.
I fear my hearts as cold as ice,
But if you want to, roll the dice.
Take a chance but all you'll see,
Is i cant be what you want of me.
But even through this ice and stone,
My heart is pure and this you know.
And in the end that's all i need,
It doesn't matter that i cant bleed.
liveBegin to get over what you thought you needed,
Realising that you reap what you sow,
Understand that the world is messed up,
Getting over yourself's the only way you'll grow.
Forget the past and let go of the anger,
Don't let the government rule all that you know,
Names, sticks and stones all hurt just walk away,
They have no life so don't ever stoop that low.
Live your life,
Forget the strife,
Protect everything you love.
Live and learn,
And soon your turn,
Will come around just when you need it.
Wounds don't heal fast so you'll have to be patient,
But make sure that your life does not pass you by,
Don't try to be something that you aren't truly,
Remember all you need is love to help you fly.
Find the time,
To be alive,
And feel every emotion along the way.
Go hurry up,
Hop, skip or jump,
I don't care just go live your life each day.
Of course I care,
But don't you dare,
Go telling everyone that I'm a softy
GhostsWhen the tree's are but ghosts and shapes against the darkness,
Watch out for them.
When the moon shines bright through the eeriest clouds,
Keep looking for them.
When you hear the wind howl through the shadows around you,
Don't close your eyes.
They are coming for you there's no doubt about that,
So don't try to run away.
Found despite lies,
Heard despite cries,
Listen to your heart not your head.
Don't think they're not real,
Don't think they can't feel,
Because they're more alive than you know.
If you know not to look but to listen and feel,
You'll see them.
If you go to a playground in the midst of the night,
You'll sense them.
They know you believe so they're looking for you,
But don't be scared.
They just want your help, they need to find peace,
Only you understand.
Losing your mind,
Unravelling with time,
You had nothing left to live for.
A blow to the head,
They thought you were dead,
But now you see this world and beyond.
Now you see the truth through the lies we believe,
She set us freeSomething's missing, something's lost,
She was running in the frost.
The bitter cold was biting through,
Found out things she never knew.
Their hearts are cold, her skin is pale,
Everything they tried had failed.
Their minds cannot see whats real,
Because of this they cannot feel.
Life is gone and spirit's dead,
Eye's are white and wrists are red.
No-one knows what happend here,
Everyone looks on in fear.
They don't know what futures hold,
She knew truths no-one was told.
Church bells tol and people cry,
But only one will wonder why.
It took her death to make me see,
I'm just what they want me to be.
She fought past them and every lie,
Knowing that none of us would try.
In finding truth she knew she must,
Confide it in someone she trust.
But they came to commit a crime,
She'd all but run out of time.
So she finished their job herself,
She knew we'd blame her mental health.
But prayed that someone would see through,
The lies, and death, to what's true.
So i'll show them what she died fo
Pokemon the story Chapter 3Chapter 3
It was 6am on the morning of the show, Ash and Pikachu was still sleeping in the spare room while Misty was up and went around feeding her Pokémon before the show.
While feeding her Pokémon, Misty felt uneasy. She felt something was wrong as she went to wake Ash.
"Ash wake up" she said when Ash opened his eyes.
"Uh...Misty its 6am" he said still half asleep.
"I Know Ash but I have a horrible feeling something is wrong" said Misty when she stood in front of Ash with a worried look in her eyes and on her face.
Meanwhile down in the gym storage room, Daisy was slowly coming around after being out for some six hours when she opened her eyes and found that she was bound and couldn't speak as the over the mouth gag that Jessie tied was tight and she couldn't budge it.
"MMMPPPPHHHHH" she groaned and moaned into the gag when she tried to move but couldn't due to the tightly tied rope. She looked around and hoped Misty and Ash would find her.
Ash and Misty
Milk BarThis 4th Street studio was always dark and surprisingly filthier than the sidewalk that framed it;
a stage too small for mimes and ballerina types.
We figured that out in the eighties, but these dancers here tonight weren't even born yet,
nor was their producer.
So there they were, thumping around on the balls of their feet, freezing to death without a lunch break,
like the slavish, big-boned bison they'd grow up to be.
Us, a handful of has-beens in the audience - essentially the only benefactors left
and as we looked on, the reasons why were becoming unclear.
For twenty bucks a show, three nights in a row,
we applauded their resilience marked by starched tutus, sooty tootsies and sternum tissue-issues in uneven bunches...
such muchness on training-wheeled unicycles.
None of us missed that 4th Street bullshit
but we did miss being that adorably forgivable in the midst of molding our future selves
from the feathered depths of an indoor landfill.
The show was over
Mary's Merry Gift (The Tickling Story)I, as I wrote in my journal, am having surgery this Wed. and I will be in the Hospital for a few Days then it lots of recovering so it may be a while till I can post any more photos.
Anyways I was heading to the Hospital for the P.A.T. (Pre-Admission Testing) and on my way Home I was driving by her place of work and I saw she her car was there alone.
Mary and her Family are good friends with my Family and she hates her feet to be looked at, let alone touched, but she also loves a challenge and never backs down from one and I always tell her that if she can stay still and not laugh when I tickle her feet I will stop. She always takes that challenge, though she says how dumb it is for her to cause she knows she will lose.
So I stopped in and she saw I was kind of worried and concerned about it and she asked if there was something she could do.
I joked and asked," you could let me take some photos of your feet before my surgery to cheer me up".
She looked at me, shook her head and said,"
Presentation Evening Award SpeechGood evening ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, lads and lasses, chaps and chapettes. To be truthfully honest, I didn’t intend on doing a speech tonight. But after intense interrogation from my parents on as to why I wasn’t going to do one, I thought ‘let’s do it’. And so after few dozen modifications, adverbs, adjectival phrases, superlatives, verbs, a few cups of tea and a barking dog, I think I have concocted the most greatest speech I have ever, single-handedly I might add, created – and here it is.
No, I’m joking.
No, I cast my mind back to when I first came here at this school. I didn’t come here in year 7. In fact I came here in year 9. 2009, actually, in April. The 12th. At 8 o’clock. Yes, it was an emotional time for me; I had to mark the time down.
When I came here, though, I felt like an ant amongst mountains. I felt like an outcast. But that feeling didn’t last long. This ant found frien
A thoughtWhile bouquets of flowers can be expensive
and are usually left to rot in some dusty corner of a room,
a single flower looks cute in the hair,
pretty on the bedside
and can be preserved between the pages of a book forever.
So it's a much nicer gift. An economical too.
HuntHe might have been old but before every hunt he felt the same youthful excitement.
These hills used to make him feel free, erasing all worries, drawing him away from the cruelty of the outside world. Amnesia used to be a trait. Not this time.
Knocking just would not stop, the sounds kept repeating in his head.
He was in debt and threatened that the little he had left would be taken away.
The old man sat, hid in the nearby bushes and waited. He was waiting for a sign.
He learnt not to trust his instincts, as years passed they slowly started to abandon him.
Never did he think that victory was ensured, a true hunter does not underestimate his prey.
At the very end he was right.
An injured deer walked out of the nearby bush, with horns ruined the animal lost both greatness and pride. Shocked by the horrid view, tears went down his wrinkled face when he realised that this opponent was worthier than a healthy one. In the animals' deep and focused stare he saw his weakness and fault.
in the detailsLudwig Mies van der Rohe, the german architect is the one most attributed to saying "god is in the details".
I grew up studying architecture at age 10, and read stuff like this innocently trying to understand it. I started with my own imaginary idea of god, always talking with god, not knowing that doing so was considered wrong, sacreligous almost. I'd put it to my idea of god.."what does that mean? how are you in the details? what ARE details?" And my idea of god would come back in my ripe imagination with something like, "what do you mean?" And I'd be like "well, you're here, with me, and I'm not a detail...i'm a big boy!" And he'd come back with..."yeah, but how?" And I'd say, "well, what do you mean?" And he'd say in my imagination, "well, you are a bunch of details all bunched up"....and I'd say...."oh! yeah! okay....but ...so what's up with the saying though?" And he'd say.."well, I'm in it all, basically" An
AshleyShe was sitting on a couch focused on her computer, her hair a messy bun on top of her head. She had auburn curls escaping from it falling around her round face. She had high cheekbones with a bit of natural blush brightening up her pale face. She was smiling slightly as she worked, her long lashes covered her blue eyes. Her angular eyebrows knitted slightly as she thought.
Atelier Ecriture - 09.12.2013 / AlcidPartie I – Le ballon.
Alcid et Gabriel jouent au ballon. C’est la maman d’Alcid qui l’a acheté. Maman, elle dit toujours qu’il faut savoir partager son bonheur. Alors Alcid, tout content d’avoir ce ballon, a demandé à Gabriel d’aller y jouer ensemble. Ils jouent toute la journée et s’éloignent un peu du village. Et ils arrivent au bord de la rivière. Maman dit toujours qu’il faut faire bien attention parce que même s’il sait nager, Alcid pourrait être emporté par le courant de la rivière. Alors il prévient Gabriel, ils doivent être prudents.
Mais le temps passe, et ils oublient les conseils de maman. Et soudain, le ballon tombe à l’eau. Gabriel ne réfléchit pas, et va essayer de le récupérer. Mais les rochers de la rivière sont glissants. Alcid voit son ami tomber à l’eau avec un
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