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Sing a Song of Sex and SeductionWhen the noise under your bed's just a little too scary,
"Mommy, Daddy, a monster's coming to get me!"
So they'd check under your bed so you would see
That the monster in your room was only in your dreams.
We live in a world of lies.
What really happens when you turn out the lights
And half the world goes dark for the night?
None of us really knows what's right.
It's a world of destruction,
That we allow ourselves to divulge in.
And the sad thing is it's like a suction.
We allow ourselves to be sucked in.
Do you want your child, your baby girl, to ask,
"What's sex and seduction?"
Put two and two together to make the deduction;
Media's about to make an eruption.
My writing teacher once said,
"Ouija boards don't talk to the dead!"
It took me a while to get it through my head
That maybe he's right...
But I tried it instead.
It's so hard to see the truth anymore.
Kids younger and smaller are looking at porn.
Super NovaThere's a universe between your emotions and my feelings.
It takes a thousand light years for my smile to register on your lips,
And even then it comes out diluted
As if washed away by sand.
There's a galaxy between your stirrings and my movements.
When we touch, stars collide...
And it creates a black hole;
I can't help but get sucked into its grasp
Just to be crushed by the thick nothingness of your eyes.
We work like a solar system,
But I'm Pluto.
You say I act as though the whole relationship revolves around me
Yet you're my sun.
We're destined to collide,
But not fast enough for me.
And as I keep reaching out for you,
You keep sending me solar flares.
We're on opposite sides of planet Earth.
I'm with the polar bears and you're with the penguins.
They tear at my heart when I tear at the ice to reach you,
But I only have a spoon to dig
And your jacket to keep me warm.
A country is what holds us apart.
My lack of mobility keeps me here
While your friends pin you down
Like the tent yo
The Tragedy of Romeo and JulietThe lovers...
They won't stop
They won't stop
He won't stop
She won't stop
They lie in blood that's
Their parents stopped
The lovers wouldn't be
Dance in the Stars-
Star light, star bright
The first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
Take my hand, come with me
Into a world of mystery
Cloaked in darkness, you will see
Enchanted lights of fantasy
Take a bow, spin around
Your hand in mine is safely bound
Hear the music, dance in the sound
Night is humming all around
Into the stars, we will go
Past the planes and clouds and snow
Up in the heavens, we will glow
And forget our hearts on the ground below
So take my hand, come with me
Into the mists of fantasy
Live in the music, dance with me
Together we'll make history
PovertyWash the crimson away--
The red that paints this city.
Take my slumber away--
The horrors in every dream.
I'm falling on my knees,
Spare one last night for me.
This Afghan poverty
Makes me plead--
Death stop shadowing me.
Chase these ravens away--
Hunger that hunts so many.
See children waste away--
This plague we call poverty.
Romeo and Juliet Children's Book (ACT 1)Two kids falling in love,
Where the summer sun sets,
As innocent as a white dove.
There are no regrets.
Fighting is everywhere,
Trying to end their love.
The world doesn't play fair.
But all problems, they rise above...
Recently, on a not-so-far away planet named Verona, there was a boy named Romeo. Romeo was the son of a beloved family: the Montagues. Now the Montagues had an ancient grudge against another beloved family named the Capulets. Nobody knows why they fought--in fact, the fight is quite pointless. Even so, they fought all the time.
One day, a fight broke out in the streets of Verona. Mud was flying, children were screaming...just like any other day. Except...
Today was the day that the prince of Verona has had enough of the bickering. He went out on his horse and gave a long, tiring speach about how the two families were scaring the other people who lived there. The mud-fighters felt bad about what they had done, so they stopped fighting.
One of those fighters was Romeo.
FlareI'm not doing this for the fame,
This isn't about publicity;
It's more about the shame,
But it's all about the pain
And it's driving me insane.
It's the sadness that makes me scream.
What makes me cower in a corner
Are the lies I've believed.
The fact that I don't trust so easily
But fall for someone so quickly
Makes it seem
That there's no hope out there for me...
And it's tearing me to shreds.
Normally in this sadness,
I just fade into the blackness.
This is for some reason different...
I'm not sure what it is;
Maybe it's the sentiment,
Or maybe it's the rashness.
I'm such a mess...
I can't finish this...
To This Day ProjectWhen I was younger, I was bullied. Every day I would go to school in complete dread, terrified of what was in store for me--what they would do to me. I live in a small town with a graduating class of less than 300; a fifth of those kids knew me in grade school and none of them did a thing to stop it.
The whole school was against me, right down to those little Pre-Kindergartners who couldn't even read correctly...yet they knew the power in what calling someone a freak could be. They knew that I was one person against a whole army of kids and I could do nothing but wallow in pain as I waited for the day to be over.
And all because I fell out of a go-cart at my friend's house and she go grounded for it...She had the audacity to tell everyone I jumped out and blamed it on her.
But you see...I know I'm not the only one.
To this day, kids are being tortured in school for being different.
To this day, teachers are doing the equivalence of nothing to help them.
To this day, p
All She Wantedi
The nurse walked across the hall with caution. She saw the man pacing around in frustration and smiled at his worry.
"Congratulations sir." She said, catching him off guard. "You are now a father of a beautiful girl."
She handed him the tiny little frame wrapped in a white thick blanket. Words could not express the joy the man felt in just holding his daughter in his arms. Just then, she opened her eyes; showing a pair of huge hazel eyes.
The little four year old girl raced across the airport. She was excited because she'd never been out of the country before but more importantly she was going to meet her daddy for the first time. She never saw him before because when she was just a little baby his work had made him leave her. She searched the crowd when her mother finally pointed out to a man in a black suit standing quietly, smiling. She ran towards him.
The nine year old girl walked into the bookstore with a guard beside her. Fitted in a custom made white dress and a purse
The Symphony of The Deaf'There is no such thing as a true love story,' sighed the girl, 'There is only tragedy or farce.'
Her friend looked up sceptically, 'You've been reading too much Shakespeare,' he said.
'No...' she murmured, 'I've been watching too much of the real world.'
The boy stood up, and began to pace, 'Reality is a lie, it's an overly used and neglected cliché of a half truth. To find the lovers you so clearly seek, you have to turn to something more obscure...'
It was the girl's turn to look doubting, 'More obscure...?'
'More obscure,' pointed out the boy, 'But more true. Look at the sea and the sky, they have never been parted. Every day they mirror each other's emotions from speckled pink innocence to a bloody red lustfulness. The two of them are locked in a continual embrace... have you ever seen a more well suited couple?'
'And yet they have such spiteful, growling arguments,' the girl fiercely objected, 'The sea lashes out and abu
Teen titans alternate beginning 2Well that was a waste of time, a whole day spent visiting various estate agents and still nothing. Dick reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. As if his day couldn''t get any worse, he didn't have neough money for a cab and he'd left his ard back at hotel. It looked like he'd have to take the bus.
Raven got changed in the bus station bathroom, not the ideal place, but everywhere else cost money, a resource that the monks of Azarath had been extremely neglegent in providing. She held up her dark blue hoodie, she had been pleased when she found it at the homeless shelter,it was so much like her old robe. Of course Raven would have preferred if she didn't have to change her clothes at all, but it was pretty clear that her leotard and robe would not fit in in modern day earth. She sighed as she slipped it on over her plain green t-shirt, also from the homeless shelter.
Dick walked out of the bus station office, his bus had been delayed by a whole half hour an
Teen titans alternate beginning 3"I hate you!" Garfield yelled, running away with tears in his eyes.He went to his room and took a small suitcase out from under his bed and began to pack his few possesions away.
"Gar?" a voice came from behind him.
"What is it, Rita?"
Garfield cut her off, "If you're trying to convince me not to leave, you might as well give up now. I've been planning to go for a long time now." Rita nodded, sadly and turned to go.
Once she was gone Garfield burst into tears, the Doom Patrol was like a family to him and now he was leaving them and for what? To be honest he didn't really know, but he knew he had to go, to find where he belonged. He didn't know where it was, but it wasn't here.
Dick stared out of the bus window, not paying any attention to what he was seeing. Instead, he couldn't stop thinking about that girl form the bus station, people didn't just vanish into thin air, right? Either way Bruce had assured him that there were no other superheros in Jump City, tha
Teen Titans alternative beginning 1Sirens could be heard in the distance. The robber ran into an alley, he looked around to see if he'd been followed, then, thinking he was safe, he walked further into the alley. A shadow passed by above him. "Huh" He took out his crow bar and looked around but here was nobody there. Then, out of nowhere, something came flying at him, the robber backed away as the crowbar flew out of his hand. "I don't want any trouble, okay?" A dark figure landed behind him.He turned around and bats flew out of the alley, the robber dropped his sack and held up his hands to protect his face.
"You should have thought about that before you committed the crime", a young boy stepped out of the shadows, the robber immediately recognised him. The boy began to run towards him and hit him with a flying kick before he had time to react. He knocked the robber off balance but he quickly recovered and came at him with punches. The boy blocked every one. Then they boy counter-attacked with a hard kick before jumpin
The number of calories
What the scale says
That I currently weigh
A perfect flute score
Earning a hug from my father
The number of hugs last year
With which he could bother
The number of years
It's been since he died
The lowest grade on my report card
The number of non-accidental scars
Currently on my body
The number of roles
Which I've embodied
Written on the tag of jeans
I could not force myself to buy
The age when
I told my first lie
The number of crew hours
I have left at the least
The amount of money I need
For Beauty and the Beast
The number of instruments
I can proficiently play
The number of notes
I missed today
The number of months
Since I first touched my wrists
How many numbers actually matter
And that one
Please, Push me AwayI'm starting to n-e-e-d you,
I'm starting to depend on you.
& I'm starting to want you way more then I already do.
From my past, I know that this feeling is
& All that's going to come out of this is b/r-ok/e-n hearts and salty tears,
I'm going to hurt you,
OwnedYou don't own me
I'm not your fucking property
Maybe you were young once and you were broken as well
But that doesn't mean you know me
Or have any idea what I deal with
The demons I grapple with
When I tell you this I know
All you'll do is laugh at me
And act like you know me better than I do
You'll treat me like I'm stupid
But if you really knew all that I deal with
And that maybe the notes and the words that I escape into
Are the only way I can feel him
You would apologize
If for one second your mind wrapped around the things I struggle with
For once, you'd shut your mouth
Why?Tell me, why do I play with the sound of your name at night?
Why do I savor the syllables as they hover off of my mouth?
Why do I close my eyes and think about what would happen if I just up
and kissed you?
Why do I paint these vivid pieces in my head
these zealous images of your lips, your hips
the artful incline of your nose, and cheeks, and acorn eyes.
Why do I crave any form of affection from you?
A subconscious touch on the arm,
a brush of hands in the hallway
And on the most beautiful of days,
Why is it that I thirst of something from you--
anything at all,
when I know deep down inside that this idea of
you and me becomeing
we will never happen.
Why must I be tortured so?
If it destined that our fingers will never lace like the complex
notes of a three piece symphony
That I will never know how soft your lips really are, or how they taste
like fresh honey dew from the depths of spring
That I will never know the warmth of your hips in my hands
like baked mittens
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