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Witch's BrewBubble bubble
toil and trouble
eye of newt
its the witching hour.
Its the witching hour
where the witches
are in a gitty mood
making new potions.
A dash of frog's lips
scale of dragon
wings of a gremlin
stir them all into a cauldron.
Witches just love making potions
they got so many viels on their shelves
you can find all that you seek
at the witch's cottage.
Make your true love fall for you
there's a love potion that'll do the trick
want to be a few inches taller
there's a growth potion to help with that
just be careful not to drink it all
that is if you want to be a giant.
Witches love the time of hour
making their potions with wick
The Power of Wordsa gentle whisper on the wind,
carries across nations,
through homes and across cultures,
a simple play on speech pulling heart strings,
a gentle rhythmic lull in your ear,
even the sweet sound of silence calls to you,
"a pictures worth a thousand words",
yet a single word can tell infinite stories,
and unite families,
a single word may change the world,
as can the neglect to say it,
a single word but once uttered,
can span the vast flow of time,
and carry on into eternity,
words speak to the soul,
and connect people in remarkable ways
Death's True KissYou fall in love with a ghost
And dream yourself an island
You take me for a home
But cast and torn apart
Fill me up with a whisper
Take me for a friend
Dead or alive
It all comes to end
Those visions I've seen
Oh, so many times
See me in dream
That only comes to life
You've known me before
So know me again
Like the diamond you once been
Light and inflamed
Slice me with silence
Shed tears of mud
Fill me my requiem
Take me for none
Outcast and dethroned
I will still hold my ground
Forbidden and alone
I too will brake down
No matter my saviour
Hold with dead lips
Those words that I whisper
Death's true kiss
With love there you fight m
Living :Conest Entry:To say man is sinful, doesn't seem to quite say it.
Because all that brings to mind is blasphemers, fornicators, God-haters--all of us.
But to say man is dead, is all the more accurate
Because a corpse can't feel sympathy, it can't hear cries for help.
It tastes not, hears not, handles not, it becomes as lifeless as the very idol it worshipped.
No, to say man is sinful doesn't seem to quite say
Because he who identifies as a cadaver can't hope to know who he really is.
That's why my endeavors are heavenly, and my ID is "Living Among the Dead" Because I know Christ gave me life so I could feel your pain even though find it pleasurable,
I. not a morning person
Twerping birdies, chorping away at the day
As if I were supposed to be awake
At the crack of noon.
Cheerful construction workers obliterate
The restful silence, encouraged, perhaps,
By the bad example of the twerping birds.
There's plenty of rest for the wicked,
But none at all for me; let the early bird
Gorge itself on wormy guts for all I care.
II. insomnia blues
like unto the gentle, polyphonic susurration of the wind
through the leaves of the sibylline vuvuzela tree,
the evocative, resonant, goldurned whiny two-stroke
of the kargyraa engine of progress that powers
the early morning hunting call
of the ove
vengeance for injusticea mother she cries
cries at the war
now she waits
waits for the call
of the soldiers orders to kick down her door
vengeance she took filled with hate
for her husband and child who couldn't be saved
now she's locked in a cell
she buried her son
they put her through hell
but it's okay the rich man won
cirque de nuitanfangs ein rauschen am nachthimmel
so geschehen vom flattern der wimpel im
halbdunkel und dem klagenden streichton einer
genommen und versteckt
verloren und gefallen
und ein riss der das zurückkommen
nicht möglich macht.
ein bild unter glas
getrübt - verhangen wie weisses Metall.
( hast du das licht vergessen- hast du?)
die leine baumelt mechanisch
am hilflosen arm.
ein atmen - stockend und menschlich fast
(etwas pocht herzähnlich)
ein raunen geht durch unsichtbare reihen
enttäuschend wie ein sprung ohne boden.
verlierst du dich verlierst du mich auch
und haben wir schon uns beide verlo
The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.
And I'm scared.
LEAVE ME ALOUNEI've said this once
I've said this twice
leave me alone or pay
the price. I've said this
three times I've said it four
NOW LEAVE ME ALUN BEFOR I SHUT
YOUR FINGERS IN THE DOOR
Grand Ball for FoolsI keep bashing my head against this same goddamn wall,
over and over again,
I let myself fall,
and I can't even fight,dear
I can't even crawl,
because your hands in my chest,
keep making my heart stall,
and i won't ever die, dear,
even though the reaper stands near and tall,
I'll always be your pretty little puppet,
although when you're bored of this my name you won't recall,
so i'll be cast away like a bag in the breeze,
And i'll perish finally of the hate you forced me to install,
with my last breath I'll still curse you
For I knew since the beginning that this waltz wasn't worth my pain at all.
Hell is...I have been to hell
I HAVE been to hell
And I can tell you
that after death
there may be a heaven
but there isn't a hell.
hell is here.
Hell is sitting in a cubicle
crying, during lunchbreak
when the devils
are your classmates
Hell is the back of a classroom
choosing someone for groupwork
when the devil
is in your partner's smirk
Hell is a hospital room
holding your grandfather tight
when the devil
Hell is your own room
mother, yelling at you
when the devil
is family life askew
Hell is your life
nobody loves you
when the devil
is everyone around you
Hell is a moment
that will pass
all you have to do
is kick your own ass
Hell is a hideout
a protective place
when the devil
hates his own face
Hell is imaginary
created by fear
of people scared you will
be better than they are
A Friendpeople change at a rapid pace
but i know that until the end
despite the problems we may face
in you i'll always have a friend
there's never been another you
and never will be, on this earth
so i will miss, that much is true
i love you, friend, for all it's worth
when the day comes that we must part
and we reach the end of this life-long endeavor
you'll always remain in my heart
and we'll be intertwined forever
so keep in mind as you go out
to do great things, whatever they be
that i will be here, without a doubt
you'll always have a friend in me
The morrow has dawned, crisp aThe morrow has dawned, crisp and clear,
A new medium on which our lives shall appear
I slept and dreamed of dreams unrecalled
Like faded memories lost in fog
But those faded memories do abound
Yet in your arms my soul is re-found
Washed anew by love's hot touch
Bless my heart, I love you so much.
That Day...Feliciano and Lovino were going home after a long day of talking with other countries at the world conference. Today they had it at England's home, so they only had to go down the southern most path to get home.
"Ve~ Brother! Wasn't today's meeting wonderful? I think we got a lot of work done!"
"But we are still in a slump, Feliciano. Luckily were not like that lazy Heracles..."
"And Ludwig was willing to pay off our loans if-"
"GOD I HATE THAT POTATO LOSER! All he wants to do is save the day and-"
"Ehem, I think I was of great help to you, Mr. Vargas."
South Italy turned to see the very tall and intimidating Germany behind him. Germany
Why Can We Be Friends?China's hand flew straight up.
"Ah! Yes! What's your idea, Yao?"
"Yes! America, aru! I was thinking that maybe we can have a dumpling sale to support the troops!"
England interrupts, with, as always, a face of great dissatisfaction.
"A dumpling sale, Yao? Are you serious? Please, I don't think selling fried dough and vegetables will ever support all those troops-"
"Well, I thought it was a great idea, da?"
A great chill grew in the room. All the countries turned to see the menacing country of Russia smile at his seat. China had felt something unsettling crawl up his back.
"You know, aru, it wasn't such a great idea, so there's no need
Burning Lilies Chapter 12Maria took off her hood. Finally, she thought, the rain has subsided. She was waiting at the main road of Venice for her brothers who usually met with Spain and Greece about financial matters. They were taking oddly too long. She had a basket of bread, freshly made and soft, for her brothers' return. She wanted to learn how to make garlic bread. Even though she thought these trivial thoughts, she prayed every night for France's and Joan's return. They were both gone, and no one knew where they were.
"God, please make sure they are okay..."
At that, Feliciano came running towards her. He was soaked, implication that he didn't have an umbrell
Burning Lilies Chapter 11Joan was barefoot. The sunset was indeed beautiful, probably the most beautiful she has ever seen it. However, it was hard to enjoy with the strong hands of British guards grasping her arms and the shouts of rioting English men and women. Children spit upon her, mothers threw spoiled food, and men had torches, only bringing the flame so close to her skin that it scared her. Yet, Joan's gaze was like stone, looking ahead at the pile of hay and straw. At the top of the man-made hill was a long, jaggedly cut piece of wood with a tiny platform at it's base. My tomb, Joan thought. She put her head down and said the prayers that have comforted her
Burning Lilies Chapter 10Joan felt the cold stares pierce her back of the English men and women who have attended her court hearing. England sat in his large chair, staring down at her. He needed not to smirk, his eyes already said it. Joan sat down on the cold wooden chair, looking attentively at the Brit.
"Ms. Joan, is there anything you will like to say before I state my verdict?"
"But we didn't even have a trial! How can you pass a verdict without any evidence?"
"I have all the evidence I need. Don't play dumb. Didn't you say yourself that you were some type of prophet? Lies, I tell you. Making people believe in false hope. Isn't that one of the many sins of o
Burning Lilies Chapter 9The room was cold. Joan's hands weren't free, but she can feel on the tips of her fingers the hard, slimy stone of the dungeon. She had no clue where she was nor had any idea why she was here. Joan was slightly bruised, wincing as she fidgeted in her shackles. They had put her in a scraggly looking dress bearing patches and tear-stains. Yet, she herself did not cry. Joan was not to give into these kidnappers' terror, and if she did, she would have lost. Finally, a bright light shone. It was the large heavy door of the prison opening to reveal a man in a large overcoat of burgundy and purple. He bore a scruffy beard, but he was bald, and he ha
These HandsThese hands,
Worn out from the long years of before.
I find it
Harder to breathe sometimes, I suppose.
But today, for some reason,
I lay here
In my old, musty bed,
Gasping for whatever air I can find.
That was once fresh and young
Is on the verge of total insanity
And slowly, just slowly
Taking away what I thought I loved.
Made these hands
These hands, now thin with age
Has made scratches throughout the decades.
With these hands
I have hurt
The ones I should've loved.
And with these hands
I pray with.
The same hands that I hurt with, I pray.
Please, take my already resting soul.
It is prepare
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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