The Tuxedo Mask Next Door 2 by Onosokie, literature
Literature
The Tuxedo Mask Next Door 2
Cyan casually slipped into Dianas room from the window. It was slightly disturbing how he managed to get so good at this after doing it every night for almost a week. He hadnt been able to think of a new stunt to do, so instead everything night he came with a new item and a love note for her. Diana seemed to love it.
Unfortunately, this was going to have to be the last night. School was starting tomorrow and he couldnt keep doing this.
Tonight he had brought a simple heart charmed bracelet for Diana. He placed it on her dresser again and read the not real quick out loud.
Forgive me, my dear Diana This will be
When the world falls apart,
turns to chaos leaving nothing
untouched, unaffected, unhurt...
What do you do,
what do you do.
When everything that mattered
is long gone, nothing more
then a distant memory.
When you're all alone,
forgotten despite all those who
knew you, cared, and loved you...
What do you do,
what do you do.
When everything that mattered
is long gone, nothing more
then a painful memory.
When everyday is a struggle,
to get up and simply live,
to continue, to repeat, to exist...
What do you do,
what do you do.
When everything that mattered
is long gone, nothing more
then a hopeless dream...
What do you do?
When the path has vanished,
and you realize your all alone
where nothing is familiar,
and yet it's all the same...
What are you going to do baby doll?
Now that your life's fallin' apart,
now that your life's at a stand still.
Do you keep walking forward?
Wandering aimlessly through the world,
till your faith and luck finally pay out
or until you reach the end with nothing...
What are you going to do baby doll?
Now that your faced with a choice,
now that you have make your own path.
When all your choices vanish,
and there's no good action
do you act recklessly,
or do you shy away?
What are you going to do baby doll?
Now that
I cant wait anymore,
not another moment.
I just simply cant,
but I never had a choice.
Theres an illusion.
And then another.
I fall for it every time.
Youre so cruel.
My first kiss went to another,
and to another person went
my untainted love and more.
Ive lost and given all my firsts.
Do you realize how it hurts,
or how I naïve I am?
I dont have the luck or
the strength to win out.
I hate you so much,
for taking so long to come.
To appear in my life,
to be more then all others.
Youre suppose to be my true,
yet you take youre time.
And I lose another piece
of myself
It's exists only there,
in my dreams, in my head,
or perhaps instead
one might say my heart.
This desperate desire
is enough to make me
lose sight of everything,
even myself.
Even as I deny it out loud,
it only grows stronger.
It borders on obsession.
I can't stop it.
The overwhelming wish,
that I painfully seek.
The need for the love
that only fairy-tales hold.
It exists only here
in my heart and dreams.
A longing that will
leave me in tears.
Expectations of Pride Part 3 by Onosokie, literature
Literature
Expectations of Pride Part 3
It had been two days since that horrible, dreadful experience at martial art class he had attended. While that torture had ended, the other still continued. Well, they had switch to stuffing him lockers this week.
Sleph contemplated his next move while he quietly munched on a carrot. He hated vegetables, but no one would still a vegetable lunch.
Thats when it happened.
Im so sorry!!! He was then hit by a large, solid something and was knocked off the bench he was sitting on.
Ow! He struggled and flailed, though gracefully. Dont ask how thats possible. Thats when he realized something h
Another Christmas. Another end of the semester. Another set of mid-term papers to grade.
Dream sighed as pulled his scarf more tightly around him to keep out the cold weather as he walked back to his apartment. He never really liked Christmas, though his brother Nightmare always tried so hard and seem to love it. He didnt have anyone to give presents to, except Nightmare. But Dream preferred to consider that a good thing. After all, saved him money.
He did have to leave his door unlocked during Christmas time since he never knew when his brother would randomly show up. He usually did. And would walk him up demanding cookies.
Dream si
Kiekoru went to school the next day. Only a few people asked him what happened yesterday, he simply shrugged and let them assume it was because he was sick. He managed to retrieve his book bag without any trouble. Other then that, it was a quiet day.
If anyone had been looking for something that was out of the norm, they would have noticed a hawk sitting in one of the trees outside the school. Any bird lover could tell you hawks avoided cities. Also, if anyone had been looking for something unusual they would have noticed the wind was coming from the east, which was rare at this time of the year.
Someone might have noticed that Kiekoru tapp
To Mr. Thompson it was just another day. He woke up at his usual 6:30 in the morning. He took a shower, and had a cup of coffee before heading out the door. He then finished his second cup on his way to work. He arrived at school at approximately 7:25 a.m., like most mornings. He sat at his desk and began to grade papers. About 7:50 a.m. the early students started to fill in. Followed by the rest. He would then turn on the television to one of the news stations as he walked to the door and waited for the last set of stranglers to come in before shutting the door and returning to his grading.
Yes, it was the same as any other day to Mr. Thomp
Expectations of Pride Part 2 by Onosokie, literature
Literature
Expectations of Pride Part 2
Sleph had already managed to alienate all he had run into upper-classmen. He was scorned by the sophomores whose classes he shared with. And his own class well, they were already used to hating him so it didnt really matter. What was new was Sleph actually had to be careful where he walked. After the first meeting of the toilet courtesy of a senior he realized he needed a new approach to the whole situation.
There was only two options that Sleph could think of. The first was to find henchmen to help protect him. The other was to learn how to defend himself. Of course, backing off and not stepping on peoples toes didnt
Flawed Perfection
"I say we should just execute him like the filthy criminal he is."
"That's a bit harsh for something rather minor as his crime…"
"Minor! He deflowered the princess!!!"
The so called "filthy criminal" listened as he watched two out of the three judges start brickering, half annoyed, half amused. He commented casually, "Actually she was probably "deflowered" before I got there."
The three people who sat in chairs in front of him stared at him in shocked before the first man roared, "SILENCE YOU FIEND!! HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE THAT?!" He turned to t
Fights and Confusion
"I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!!" Teis, who was currently running for his life, informed his companion, Eclan.
Eclan didn't reply, instead he grabbed his arm and dragged him into an alley. They kept running until they ran out of the alley into a busy market place. Eclan glanced over his shoulder as he saw their pursuers who were pushing through the crowd. "Come on, if we can get out of this market place we'll be safe."
Teis nodded as he allowed himself to be dragged through the crowd towards the other side of the crowd were the slipped into another alley, and then started to make their way back to the inn.
"I c
Teis sighed as he tried to ignore the drunks, sleeze-balls, and prostitutes. Teis glared at Eclan, who had dragged him to the shabbiest pub in town. He was sitting there talking with a man that would probably be labeled as sleeze- ball. He even had the greasy hair that was slicked back, and wore shabby clothes. They were talking about ways to get rich fast. Teis suddenly listening more carefully, just in case Eclan decided to do something that the man suggested.
"Have you ever heard of the Runes of Manisgar?" the man asked.
Eclan nodded. "Yeah, I've been there before. Good place to hide out. Out in the middle of no where though, it's a p
Tell me
Tell me that they lie.
The voices in my head,
that are saying
It's my fault.
Don't tell me
That it was fate.
The truth will always be
If I hadn't have done that
Then this wouldn't have
happened.
So tell me they lie.
That it really isn't
My fault.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alone
You are never alone.
Everything you've been through,
All you have seen,
You're not the first.
So when you feel
like everything is too much
Remember this and know
You're not alone.
I will always be here
for there is no where
I'd rather be
Then right here
Helping you through
all that pains you.
You're not alone,
and
I am lost in confusion.
No answer found,
No question clear.
All logic seems illogical,
And all illogic seems logical.
I try to make sense of everything, but in the end nothing does.
Crimes can be reasoned away,
While humanitarian efforts leave me questioning.
There is good in all bad,
And bad in all good.
There are always exceptions to everything.
Dreams and hopes are not the same,
Because humans can give up dreams, but lack of hope can destroy them.
Peace can be achieved through war,
But war is what shatters peace.
Contradictions are everywhere, but no one seems to care.
You don't have to like a person to love them,
But you
Ten souls worth
"So I just sign this and you'll take care of him right?" middle-aged man stared at a young boy eagerly. There didn't seem to be anything special about him. He had pale skin and looked gothic because he wore all black. He had dark brown hair that looked black that was short and spiked at the top. The only really unique thing about him was his amber eyes and a tattoo mark on his cheek that looked like a zero with a one inside it.
The boy sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. He'll be dead within the hour of the signing."
The man gave him a suspicious look. "And what exactly do you get from this?"
"I've told y
Window
I look through my window,
only to see a world I don't know.
I know not of life in the streets,
nor what is beyond them.
I could tell you how it was built,
or even when.
I could even tell you its history.
But I know not the people,
the hardships they endure,
nor their stories.
I have been sheltered,
kept far away from the world.
Instead I live in a world of ballrooms, classrooms,
and amidst of politics.
I play the game of the rich and privileged,
day in and day out.
Always the same, and never changing.
I know only masks,
or their petty complaints,
and their underhanded ways.
What you want
Do what you want.
A mott
A flower's purity
Simple flower,
with six white petals.
One by one they fall.
Tainted by dirt,
six white petals exist no more.
Careless people step on them,
heartless rain washes them away,
ceaseless time decays them...
Not even the tainted will remain.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meaningless
Have you ever felt empty?
When you look around this world,
driven by money,
lost to lies,
hiding in dreams.
In this place were smiles are forced
and tears are far too common.
Have you ever felt like there is no escape?
You can run as fast as you can,
only to find yourself running in circles,
to find that the locks on the doors
are useless when
Tick, tock…
Such a familiar old sound,
but it's never been so loud…
The hand moves so slowly,
almost like it's straining to keep going.
Tick, tock…
It mocks me,
slowing down just for me,
but my fate is inevitable…
and all it will do is watch.
Tick, tock…
If the clock should break,
would anyone cry?
It's just something created for use,
it can always be replaced.
Tick, tock…
Would anyone cry
if I should break?
Because in the end
I can always be replaced.
Tick, tock…
The hour is almost up,
I wonder what it will bring?
Perhaps a hero to save me,
or will it be the same?
Tick, tock…
And in he comes,
and once again,
only
Let's play pretend
Let's play!
We can have so much fun,
Acting like children.
Clinging to such carefree moments
And never considering the future…
Makes life seem so much easier.
I just want to play…
Because when I stop
Everything is all wrong.
People are sick and hurt.
They are suffering.
And so many die everyday.
I don't want to see it.
I don't want to know about it.
So I'll pretend it doesn't exist.
And live in the world
That children see.
I can't accept this world,
And if I'm to face it…
I might not be able to save myself.
~*~*~*~*~*~
No existence
We have no name,
To most we don't even exist.
Creatures that cannot
Me All Over
Lonely and alone,
Lively and happy,
Emotional and sad,
Its me all over.
Getting by every day,
Just keep on foot in font of the other,
Gravity pulls my head to the ground,
Take little notice of the comments.
Friendly and friendless,
Talented and unknown,
Bright and unseen,
Its me all over.
Eyes on the floor,
Always trying to do my best,
With stupid quotes and broken hearts,
Not what the label says.
Loving and broken hearted,
Fragile and strong,
Imperfect and mucked up,
Its me all over
Wouldn't it be great if nature had a voice,
Or a choice,
To how she is used,
And abused?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if mankind learned from the past,
And their memories would last,
Beyond a days time,
Within a child's mind?
Wouldn't it be just pleasant,
If there were never any peasants,
And Equality was not just a Pauper's dream,
But flowed through the lands like honey and cream?
Wouldn't the world be more like heaven,
If for a day we all could fathom,
How it is to live our enemy's lives,
And see the world through different eyes?
Wouldn't it be perfect for you and me,
To danced together forever free,
On a field full of sprin
Must Have Been In Heaven by ReiTheWriter, literature
Literature
Must Have Been In Heaven
"Shit..."
The blonde man stared at the watch that was prematurely strapped onto his wrist, clutching his shirt which had yet to be put on. He bustled around his economically spaced apartment in search of his shoes, but with less luck than he had hoped to have.
He slipped on his shirt, buttoning it and neglecting to tuck it into his drawstring khakis. He quickly glanced at himself in the mirror and struck a few private poses, winking at himself and snorting at his own foolishness. He stood there a moment and took a deep breath.
"This is the day, let's not be later than we already are," he muttered to himself.
He walked out the door, gra
I'm becoming two-deminsional
fading into the background.
And you know how much I hate it,
That you can't appreciate it.
The way I think and everything
I do.
And if you'd give me a second glance,
Would I even have anything to prove?
And it all seems
So surreal,
Everytime that I wake up,
And nothing's here beside me,
To keep me warm.
(I miss your touch)
Fading quickly
Into the background,
Falling so far
I become the ground.
Becoming two demensional
Just sentimental, sentimental,
graffitti at the wall
Watch me as I start to fall
Mark up that emotional, emotional,
graffitti on the wall.
And everything is fading fast,
Like
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