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Today was my dauhter
Caroline's 7th birthday
i wanted to get her
something very special
i know how she wanted
her very own pet so
i drove to the pet
store i parked my car
then i headed tword's
inside the shop.
There were so many
to choose from i
wasnt sure what
to get caroline
she loved alot of animal's
while i was searching
for the perfect pet for her
i noticed a area were there
were pet rabbit's i walked
to them and looked at all of them
there were so many choices.
But i had no idea witch one
to choose for caroline they
all looked so cute and playful
until i saw one it was a snowy
white furred rabbit with icey
blue eye's and a light pink noes
i picked it up and looked at it
it looked perfect for caroline
i asked one of the employe's
how much this rabbit was
the employe told me that this
rabbit was 25 doller's so i got
my wallet out and paid for the rabbit
they placed it in a pet carrier.
I then drove home but wile
Within a haunting
town lye's something
Bound for eternal
Eternal till now
it rises from
it has awokend
you get sicker
and your blood
your body is now
brused with death's
Your soul get's weaker
for your heart get's sicker
a figure appear's to you
with a pale beaked shredded under
mask with crimson red lences
and a ecliped ring around the crimson
maksed eye's as the courupted
black blood drip's down from under
the eye's a hat it wear's a shredded sleve
shirt it wear's with a black coated cape
that cover's and wrap's it like the shadow it is
black pant's and black healed
shoe's and blackend boned fingure's
that grasp your soul and what
cover's it's head is a snow white
hair for it carrie's a jagged blade
that crunches your bone's to dust.
it's fog shroud's around you
it's black poison ink
courupt's your heart
Curse's (Cursed Darkrai's Lullaby)Curse's (Cursed Darkrai's)Lullaby
follow me now dearest
children from witch i
call,follow me now
forever youll stay
forever we'll play.
Never fear children
i am here,here to sing
a tune for you. a song
to rock you asleep
forever your eye's
wrong dearest children
why do you weep
so sadly all of a sudden.
Does it hurt when
your soul's are torn
torn from your heart's
torn from your live's.
please do not cry
little one's it'll soon
be over now just wait and see.
How sadly are play time
end's so quickly but
even in death no one
no one know's you are gone
cause i shall send them
all to slumber.and make them
forget who you are so they
shall not carry the grief
i have brung.
so now sleep children
it's time to rest
forever we'll stay in
Death's gravely nest.
The Curse Of Darkrai
"The Curse Of Darkrai"
Year's have gone by
since the missing children's
case have been reported
but no one has never spotted any
sighn of them and no one know's
what happend to them but some say
that at the stroke of midnight
peaple hear a haunting tune that
goes out threw the whole night
And it even makes the pokemon
shiver in fear.myst rolls
in threw the darkness
once that song is sang
only the children hear it
they all say.
But the children never
come back another day
for even trainer's do
not speak of it they do
not even say its name
but i know what the
name of it is for i
have seen it befor
they call him "Curse"
for legend say's that
if a pokemon die's
or if a child wonder's
into the forbidden grave and see's
"curse"they are forever cursed
and never seen again.
And in adition to it
when ever those two event's
a lullaby,a luring
lullaby that sing's
forever it may
for the children
come out and stay
are suppose to be
a place were you'r
worrie's go away
but...what i saw
was only a nightmare.
On a october day
my daughter was at school
and i was at work while
my wife was at home prepairing
for everything later
my familey was the most
important thing to me
i was in my office at work
as i heard my phone rang
"hello dear"it was my wife
who had called "hello
wendy how's everything
at home" "everything is fine
dear im just cooking dinner now"
"oh ok ill see you and lizzy later
ok" "ok dear love you"
"i love you to wendy"i hung
up and started to do my paperwork
then later after i left work
i went to go pick up
my daughter lizzy from school
i stood were the parent's wait for there
Then i saw lizzy run out the door's and hug him
i alway's loved seeing lizzie's
smiling face it alway's brightend up
my day "hi daddy"
"hi lizzy how was school"
"school was fun"
"im glad to hear that"
lizzy giggled and hu
Hi my name is manny
im a five year old boy
who live's in a house
we live around some tree's
not many house's
i do go to school
But i don't really
have any friend's
and almost or everyday
whenever i ask mommy
or daddy if the
want to play with me
they alway's say "sorry
were busy" they
do have alot of work
to do but it would be
nice for someone to
play with but im all alone
in my room im alway's
sad and alone. i have
no friend's and my
mommy and daddy are
One day after school
these two bullie's
walked to me and said
"hey shrimp wanna play
a game called pounded shrimp"
i walked back slowly and ran
they followed me as they grabbed me
and started beating and kicking me
i ran home crying i went to mommy and daddy
i tried hugging them for comfort but they just
pushed me away they would'nt hug me or even say "it's
ok im here"they did nothing so i just ran to my room
and hugged my leg's a
Hush little baby
don't say a word
buy you and mocking
bird and if that
mocking bird wont sing.
Happie's gonna tare
off it's tiny wing's
and if it's wing's
wont break apart
Happie's gonna rip
them all apart.
and if that mocking
bird still scream's
happie's gonna confind
it to his darkest dream.
And if that mocking
bird wont hush happie's
gonna rip out it's
tiny heart and if
it's heart still bleed's
happie's gonna smile
and sing his dream.
So now child it's
time to rest for
your life is mine
to grasp and my last word's
to you are these word's
you'll hear from rest
One a spring morning
me and my familey had
just botten a house
My 4 year old
daughter's name was
Juley and my 5 year old
son's name was Daniel
and my wife's name
was Martha my familey
ment everything to me
more than anything else
in the world once we stoped
at our new home my son
Daniel ran out of the car
excitedly "daddy i love
our new home"he smiled
with so much joy in him.
Juley seemed a bit
uneased but i just thought
it was from moving to a new home
in a new place.
My wife Martha just smiled
while looking at our home
we then got our packedged stuff
and brought them in the house
and started unpacking and
placing our thing's in the house
after we unpacked i went out back to
see the backyard my wife went in the kitchet
to cook as Daniel explored the home Juley
just sat on the couch still looking
My Son called out my name i walked in the house
and walked to him "what's wrong Daniel"
The Ragdoll Boy (PlayTime)The RagDoll Boy (PlayTime)
In a town of day there
lived a boy full of
light his heart was filled
with cheere and never with dread nore
fear. Till a day the boy was never seen
he was never heard until a figure
was seen in the woods all stiched with drag
and never noneless of cold and dread all
that stood was a boy of rag. The ragdoll boy
will ask you to play then youll never return
to the light of day. The Ragdoll boy will stare at you
till you fall to your death or doom. The Ragdoll boy will
bring horror till you fade.....
Yes everyone has heard that little tune i have so many many time's
hell it's even stuck in my mind.and so is that ragdoll here is my
story.On december 4th,2001 it was a cold winter me and my familey
lived in a house in the woods my dad thought it be a good idea
because it would give us more familey time. and to imbrasse
the outdoor's like any parent would want for there child
one winter my parent's
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.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
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.
Stereotypical SuicideSuicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a family,
Nobody who lives for their care,
Nobody who wants them around,
Nobody who helps them through life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has friends,
Not a person there for a simple hug,
Not a person existing for a reassuring look,
Not a person around to leave the words,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a home,
No place to live and feel happy in so,
No place to live without leaving again,
No place to live to avoid the truth,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a love,
Nothing there to hold them in warm arms,
Nothing there for a kiss to remember,
Nothing there to be a greatness in life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a someone,
"Don't do it - for your family
They mean nothing to me anymore,
"Don't do it - for your friends"
Friends? What friends? They don't exist,
"Don't do it - what about home
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
Beautifully BrokenA tidal wave crashes
Hard against the front of my skull,
Spewing fountains of hate into the air.
They are not beautiful.
A shot glass in one hand,
A pen in the other,
I drink alone in my room
As everything about me falls apart.
I can't heal mistakes.
The higher I am,
The prettier the fountains become,
But they really still look the same.
The world sees such strength,
A stoic warrior in a landscape of corruption,
But inside is a black, charred heart,
Shrouded in secrecy.
I am not beautiful,
Because hate is not beautiful.
White To Red (creepyvision poem)White To Red
A rose that bloom's alone apon it's
thorny throne awaken's under the luner light.
petal's so white like the moon's luner light
it gleem's and shine's under the night's day
but slumber's at dawn's ray's. water so
clear and shimmering like a diomand that's
glimmering under the stary night
the ghostly rose of night let's
out a soft song till morning's light.
A drip of crimson tap's the rose as
crimson glow start's to show petal's
so red like the bright blood that
spread's from water to wine from
the misty lake's devine.now glowing
of light like flame's of crimson bright
it shall shine forever more even at dawn's
morning throne.forever it sing's forever
it bring's even at heaven's morning gaze.
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