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Holy Ghost: Chapter 2Lovino scrambled out of the bed, but fell to the floor with a smash.
"Ugh...hurts so bad...but so lazy...to get up..."
He crawled on the floor trying to find his way with his eyes shut from the brightness of the morning sun. 'How does Maria deal with this every morning?' he thought. He finally reached what he thought was a door handle and turned it. To his surprise and dissatisfaction, what he thought was the exit door was really the laundry closet. All sorts of assortments of clothing fell on the sleepy Italian. He try to crawl away, but the weight of dresses and parasols were far too much. He laid there with a pile of clothes on his back.
"Well, at least it's the nice laundry smell..."
He started to doze off once more, letting the warm clothes overcome all of his senses,
Maria's little feet pattered against the hard wood. In her small voice, she mumbled, "They'll never find me here!"
She ran down the hall into her large room. The large balcony window was open, and the sun was se
Holy Ghost: Chapter 1Maria had awoken from her deep slumber.
"Aye, today seems like a wonderful day, I must seize it! Hehe, sounds like something Grandpa would say..."
She stirred, but oddly enough, bumped into something. Under her covers was her older brother, Feliciano Vargas, dozing off. She smiled, kissed her brothers drool-drenched cheek, and went on the other side of the bed. To her surprise, she found yet another body! This time it was her other, more serious brother Lovino, deep in sleep.
"Even when he sleeps, he seems so pensive!"
She quietly went over her brothers and tiptoed out the door.
"Pleasant dreams, my brothers."
She closed the grand doors, leaving her brothers to dream.
Maria Constantina Vargas. That's what it said on the card the Vargas twins received so many years ago. It was like a present from God. Well, it WAS a present from God, as addressed in the gold-ordained letter. "Take good care of her. Love, God." It was strange. The brothers were devout Catholics, but this, they could
Running through my veins,
Like marathons, it rolls
Down my spine
Up again along that line
Heading towards the crook of my neck
I got to make sure
That I'm all set and checked
Like the bomb I am.
Because this heart
Is just too big
And this soul
Is too large
For this small,
Body to take.
Take them down
Take them all down
Because this world spins too fast
And I can't make it last.
It's too loud for you guys to take
The ringing in your ear might make it break.
It's just fascinating!
Thousands of pieces fly
Making their places in the earth, wind, waters, and sky.
My words are that powerful
I will reach you with my lines
I don't need any other sign
Before I blaze
Ten years old
Nine years to come
Eight years gone
Seven years lost
Six years remembered
Five years forget
Four years gone
Three years my return.
Two years done.
There is always one more year to go.
There Was A GirlThere was a girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old
And she didn't understand how real this world was.
This girl lived life happily, until one day.
One day, her daddy left her
And her sister.
And her mommy.
She watched him turn his back.
And all she heard from him was
"I give up. I can't handle you crazies anymore."
Her mommy cried.
Her family cried.
Heck, that little girl cried too.
But not because he left, no.
Because she thought it was her fault.
She thought she hurt everybody.
Was it because she didn't like her daddy?
Is that why everyone was sad?
She lived life like that for awhile.
Thinking she caused pain for others.
She was quiet, scared to talk, scared to stand up for herself.
Her daddy always told her that she was better off with him in her life.
Always telling her that her mother
Who worked from 9 to 5 and came home to cook the dinner
Wasn't doing a good job.
She hated herself as a mother.
She thought she wasn't a good daughter.
A good sister.
A good friend.
Then, she realized
Silly NotionsAt times, I don't much understand.
The world is so very fast
How is it possible to keep track.
Then again, you come to me
And find the guts to say
You don't very much like me.
I don't very much care
It's funny how
You think I might care
I do care, to some extent,
About you, that is.
Why come up with such a notion?
Don't I try to be nice and considerate?
So what if I'm different, isn't everybody?
Do I need an excuse to voice my views?
This is who I am, I'm already made, no need for extra clay.
I have no need for your silly notions.
What? Please, don't roll those eyes.
Because those who do that,
Just can't face the harsh reality
That silly notions, such as yours
Will never receive good criticism in our very changing world.
Good-bye. Have a nice day.
And please, make sure
To wipe that disgust off your face.
Like Any...Normal Day?Arthur was making his way through the International School of Worlds. He had a pile of history books that Veronique had forgotten to return to the library.
"Oh dear...it's another one of THOSE days..." Arthur grumbled to himself, not paying attention to where he was walking to. He knew the halls of the school like the back of his hand, usually dodging the other walking nations. However, this time, he crashed into someone out of uniform.
Rubbing his head, he asked in a fury
"Excuse ME, but watch where YOU are going...Why aren't you in uniform? Do you know I am school president? I can get you detention.
The young girl bowed furiously in the middle of her apologies. Her voice was sweet and high, almost like another person he knew. She had long, raven black hair, untied, that ended right at the base of her back. Her clothes were...not very much in style, but not very raggedy either. Her large brown eyes contrasted strangely with her tan skin.
"I'm so sorry. I am a cousin to many countries
Sunburnt Tomatoes: Chapter 3It was raining.
She hated the rain.
"Why does it have to rain today out of all days?"
Maria looked out her large window to the garden. The roses weren't shining as they usually were when the sun shined. She left her room, her dress dragging at the tail, for breakfast. She rushed to the kitchen, but she bumped into someone as she made her way.
"Oops sorry-ah, I am terribly sorry, your holiness..."
She bumped into the current Pope at the time, Pope Clement VII. He was a stoic man, his face pointy looking. His long beard was ragged and tangled and gray, and his nose looked as if it was going to point an eye out. He was a Medici, the most powerful family in all of Italy, centralized in Florence.
"Maria, watch where you are going next time. Next time, instead of your eyes wandering the Vatican, let it wander through a Holy Scripture."
He walked away. his red, white, and gold robe gliding along the carpet. She wondered about that man. He always seem to be scheming something.
A Little HopeIt flickered my way.
Like a little piece of hope.
How are you?
Will you help me?
It flickered a yes.
And I followed it.
Out of the dark labyrinth that 'was' my mind.
I was so young.
Looking that far back.
I wonder what that light was really doing there.
Was it there to save another lost soul?
I was lost.
But was I lost enough?
It makes me laugh now.
The thought, I mean.
Hope made its way down the long, dark corridors.
Cobwebs for drapery.
All of this.
Hope floated along.
It ignored all of this.
As it passed
Cobwebs became silver.
Dust was swept away
So windows can be seen.
Look, said the small hope I had left.
I looked and was surprised
At what a world 'could' be like.
I looked at my hope and faith
Gathered in that little ball of light
With tears in my eyes.
Can this really be?
Can such a world really exist?
It flickered a thoughtful yes.
And like the young girl I was
I popped open the window
I can tell you, it was
IdeasIt crawls up my spine.
Through every vertebrae I can feel it.
One, two, three, it went through.
This thing that crawls up my spine.
Right where my neck is.
It sits there.
Making the little hairs stand on end.
Does it really have this much control.
It continues through the back of my neck.
It drills into my skull.
Making one small hole.
Big enough that it can fit itself through.
These monosyllables, these words
Cannot express it.
It courses through my brain.
Swimming through all my thoughts.
Until It lodges itself somewhere
In the soft tissues of my mind.
This wonderful thing we call an idea.
One, two, three more come.
Up my spine,
Through every vertebrae,
Resting at my neck,
Making the small hairs stand,
One, two, three more,
Drill holes my skull,
Courses through my brain,
Swimming in my thoughts,
And they all take their place,
In the vast web that is my mind.
Taking a corner there, and a corner here,
And they work.
These 'its,' these ideas
Oklahoma Officer Arrested For RapeAn Oklahoma City police officer, accused of committing sex crimes while on duty, was arrested Thursday in northwest Oklahoma City.
Oklahoma City police officer, Daniel Holtzclaw, was arrested at 3 p.m. Thursday in the parking lot of Gold’s Gym near Memorial and Penn.
He has been charged with rape in the first degree, rape by instrumentation, three counts of forcible sodomy, two counts of sexual battery and two counts indecent exposure.
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/oklahoma-officer-arrested-rape-sexual-battery-7-black-women-duty/
Tagged because I'm me
My name is Scr1b3
I was born in New Zealand, and I really don’t care
About you, your gender, or your nationality. (Or anything else people are prejudiced against these days…)
I get inspired by art, by people, the world and everything.
I speak English, a bit of French, Hebrew, but feel free to educate me
KNOWLEDGE. Knowledge is power
My biggest life goal is to survive. It is currently also my hardest project
And no I will not post my name
Did you know that wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by over 700 times?
If I follow trends, it’s either cos they’re worth following, or you are
I like black. But glow-in-the dark’s nice too
I also like Ingress, (t’ game) most children, and anything that lives, breathes and doesn’t purposefully try to make my life a misery
I’d prefer to be less social than I am, but alas, people seem to have this annoying habit of becoming attached to me, and then I start to like
In Tokyo 40,000 Rise Up Against Fascism40,000 people are now in front of the residence of the prime-minister in Japan. Protests are mainly focused on the government’s plans for military reforms, which would turn Japan back to fascism, back to being a war mongering country. War should be against those in the palaces, they say. This signals a shift in the security policy, since it’s based on an interpretation of the constitution by the government as the cabinet alone having the right to adopt any change in the security policy. See more here, in Japanese. People also protest against nukes, and capitalists’ exploitation of workers, “who are forced to overwork until they commit suicide”. They plan to protest tomorrow too.
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/tokyo-rises-fascism-people-everywhere-live-blog/
Hindsight 20/20Bittersweet are my apples of green
Green to the very core of what I hold dear
I hate tart
But it is all I know
My taste buds yearn for something more
So I venture to the boundary
Like I have time and time again
With its attempts to separate the laws of attraction
But it cannot deny the longing that I feel within
I gaze upon the crimson tempters
So close and yet so far
Just out of reach
I won’t have to walk far
To sink my teeth into a blushing forbidden fruit
My mouth salivates for a scarlet tender and sweet
So I cross the line and start
A life among the luscious fruit aflame
A short time passes
And they all decay
Humbled by a bittersweet rotting heap
Of those that had seen better days
I have a moment of clarity
And confront my past of greed
As I reminisce of a past life
With tartness green
video games =/= real live just because you saw something violent in a game or show doesn't mean you'll do it in real life
here's a video 2 prove it. http://youtu.be/emyAIuqD__A
What will beIf we put down our guns
If we let go of our bombs
If we get off our ships
If we get off our jets
what will be there for us?
We will lose everything,
if we don't fight
we will fail,
we will die
with no identity.
We will lose our homes,
our children will starve to death,
what will be there for us?
when they're taking our lives
one by one.
If we stop fighting now,
what will be there for us?
who will defend our countrymen?
who will protect the our fatherland?
What will be there for us?
if we give up now,
there's nothing left
but ashes of loss.
Me aburroRitmos y palabras que no puedo entender
junto a los susurros de una aliento enlatado;
me asusto, sobresaltado, no lo puedo creer:
esto es música para los ancianos entretener.
¿Anciano soy? Por Balder ¡Qué tontería!
¡Qué barato mi aburrimiento al atardecer!
Cae la noche y me invaden mis ironías:
Morfeo, dale a mi insomnio un par de sonrisas.
Mi madriguera se llena de disparates,
cajas de cartón tan endebles como mi razón
¿quién querría que yo le hablase?
Para loco estoy yo: loco de remate.
Ah, es el tiempo pesado durante estas noches,
pierdo cada momento intentando aprovecharlo,
demonios, cada cuál acaba Odín sabe dónde,
hasta que, por fin, puedo dormir de un golpe.
American DreamsHave you ever been out on the street and wondered where your feet
May take you in this wide, wide world?
You have the dream you have the talent, bring the voice we’ll hit these streets hard like a wall with a mallet
Only to find these streets not as glittering gold, the dirt of dirt of generations burying the soul
Of this land and its people, the hard fights with blood stained hands
People praying to the pipe or needle
There is nothing so resolute, as being destitute
Where next meals come in growing lines of the hungry pleas of humanity
As each day becomes a struggle for survival a trial and conviction of the very thing
which built this country.
Our hands, our fight, our hardships, our lives mean nothing to the hands who
hold the money above our heads.
American Dreams buried without mourning.
love history1. He taught me to forget. Most days, I'm pretty good at it. But every once in a while his memory gets caught in my teeth. I try to swallow it down but it stays stuck like a lump in my esophagus.
2.I loved sitting in that quiet house with you watching movies because I knew that at the end of the night we would wind up talking for hours about the things that we'd been wanting to say all along.
I used activities as a means to an end.
I wasn't really all that interested in bowling or laser tag or swimming, or the park; I was interested in you. And that was all I needed. If you were there I would be too. If there was a place you wanted to go, I would go with you.
You were the first boy I ever loved but somehow I always felt insecure. Like my hold over you was frayed from the start. Like maybe you belonged to another girl, one you hadn't even met yet but who would love you like a poem, like you should have always been loved.
3. He was testing his wings but I could not help him fly. He wasn'
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 prepared to go.
I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused.
These hands then clench my chest.
My last bit of air, I suppose.
These bloodshot eyes
Slowly come to a close.
These hands then free themselves from their
I can finally rest
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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