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RosemanticAmazing what all can change in the span of a single season. What was once a vast, empty lot of untouched soil had now transformed into an incredible display of vivid colors. There were beautiful blue-petal seas, vibrant violet waterfalls, and amber spirals as warm as the sun.
In the center of the yard, nearly lost amidst a forest of sparkling green vines and lush crimson corollas, there was one peculiar little speck of pink. A rose, undeniably as lovely as the red roses ringing around it, refusing to blend in, and thus daring to stand out. Despite being surrounded by more mature, passion-inspiring blossoms, the quieter flower still managed to be remarkably eye-catching.
It was Rosalina, seedling of The Gardeness, who first took notice of the rosebud, back when every other rose around had bloomed. Curious, the young one questioned her mother about the late bloomer, and was taught that the true secret to gardening was love.
The entirety of spring had been spent trying to coax the shy flo
What ifWhat if I said that you and I were never friends
Everything that I was with you was nothing but pretend
Would a swirling doubt consume you like a vicious whirlwind
Swallowed by suspicion, would your feelings for me end
What of the ship we've sailed as one since the beginning
Is our vessel's splintered core completely wrecked beyond us mending
Would discovering my nature make me worthy of condemning
As I confess I wonder what of me you'll be remembering
What if I vowed to stow my mask and remain honest
Bury the con and character I played to win your fondness
Would you rekindle flames with me, even if it's modest
I promise for a second chance I'll treat you like a goddess
If only I had been upfront and truthful when we met
My lies were told to bring you joy, not leave you so upset
Would my fraudulent past with you be something you'd forget
Embrace a clean slate with me, don't drown in your regrets
No, of course I don't expect you to accept
It's only wishful thinking maybe we can reconnec
Pessimistic PestilenceYou attempt to make a daring escape. What a waste
When snakes in the grass already poisoned the lakes
Avoid fate one more day for some extra intakes
Of contaminated air your toxic presence still taints
Your pessimistic life view pollutes the atmosphere
Forcing every mind around to fight, kill, domineer
To effectively survive you cower, hide, persevere
Thrust into a vicious cycle of frustration and fear
Guilt, grief, doubt, envy, shame, depression, despair
Leaders lie, parents teach children its best never to care
Daughters stick knives deep inside to bleed dry teddy bears
Baring fangs, barren of hatred, yet still drowning in tears
Hurt is everywhere you go, another soul stuck in snow
Frozen stiff in apathetic tundras one hundred below
The accepted compassion levels human beings need to grow
Replaced with war with enemies but your reflection’s the foe
Nightmares in the dark, in the day they will haunt you
Mark you a monster and tear you apart soon
Start chewing thoughts then rip o
Catwoman: The Tamer 8Schemes
Alfred arrived exactly ten minutes after being informed of the grave situation over the communicator. When the butler entered the abandoned Laugh Factory, he was strictly business. He didn't bat a single lash at either of the villains, even when Harley shouted, "Welcome to the Ha-Hacienda, old guy! We're currently closed indefinitely, but feel free to leave a number and we'll reserve you a seat for reopening night."
"Oh, don't bother, Harley. I'm pretty sure Duckworth here belongs to the Bat. No doubt one of Batsy's many unsung lackeys that works tirelessly behind the scenes. I suppose someone has to keep all the capes wrinkle free." While the clown continued to chuckle at his own unfunny material, Alfred blatantly ignored the obnoxious criminal as if the psycho had never killed a man for less on multiple occasions.
"Watch him," he whispered after I assisted him in carrying the kid into a lying position in the backseat of the car. "B
VoidOne by one I see them flung into the darkness
Beloved souls whose bodies are distorted by the void
I don’t feel distraught, when did I become so heartless?
Are feelings distant to me because I’m paranoid?
It's not that I don't care, I love them dearly as I said
And nothing on this Earth could ever hope to take their place
But I can't operate in life with ghosts locked in my head
To keep the peace these mournful thoughts must be erased
I know too well the veil will lift for me in time
I’ll step into the unknown, we’ll be reunited
Memories of me in minds of ones I left behind
The broken hearts that miss us, all invited
“Ballaroo’s jumpin’ somthin’ fierce tonight!” I say, spyin’ clumps of all kinds standin’ in line for a sip o’ liquor. It looks pretty hopeless ta find a clear spot on the dance floor, ‘less you was fine invitin’ anything with hips ta grind up on yer behind.
“Pretty diverse crowd,” s’how Sola ‘scribes it after peekin’ in from the front door. Maylin whistles her agreement, Mona hums her approval, and the nutter Marcelina squeals in delight.
“It’s pronounced Ballarouse, you ignorant imp!” is Ronica’s snooty reply. I swear, if one of the officers wuzzin’ friskin’ me, I’da gut the stuck up cunt quick as a light flickers.
“Innit?” hollers Dotson over the ear-blastin’ thumps of club music. After his men finish checkin
ScatterbrainedFor self examination I question my artistic spark
How do I define imagination? Chasing dragons in the dark
A crazy person’s machinations, supporting failures at the start
Do all ideas face expiration? Then why do I embark?
To reevaluate complacence, find explanations of the heart
Does creativity need to be original?
Can you create something useful
When all you do is trace a little?
Or is the act of plagiarism
Always considered pitiful?
I incorporate my influences
Whose messages ring truest
My works may be translucent
So long as what I feel gets through it
These doubts reflect within my words
My works, my thoughts, my actions blurred
My life: A candle’s light obscured
My death: An event so absurd
I may never find real answers for the inquiries I ponder
But I'll prosper shaking fairy dust off fantasies I conjure
DifferentI love to start my mazes from the center and escape
I prefer to eat my soups with just my hands from off a plate
I fly rocket ships at bath time and I swim through outer space
A different kind of misfit sitting snug in the right place
The friends I still have left say I'm a complicated case
You can't confiscate my kookiness, too strange to duplicate
I found a hole in my backyard, my pet ghost now calls it home
I like shouting out in public, and I whisper while alone
Like my daily philosophical exchange with a dial tone
Or 8 hour long discussions on my disconnected phone
None of the actions I partake in I particularly condone
Unless you happen to be different like my schizophrenic clone
Love AbroadI'm not sure what you're expecting
If you and I begin connecting once again
I know I used to be upsetting
In the past I was neglecting a great friend
Many mistakes still need correcting
I'm in the process of perfecting who I am
There are some flaws that need accepting
But you'll find after close inspecting we're a gem
Though our differences are plentiful
And by your standards I fall pitifully short
I will contort and bend
To be dependable and show you my support
The same as your past compassion
Let me imagine us as king and his consort
And I believe your love for me
Is as real as I can see without distortion
I've never felt a love so pure
As all the tingles I endure when you are near
And this distance to mature
Has made the fact that I adore you crystal clear
Don’t let a future so alluring
Be obscured by insecurity and fear
And I assure you dear, I’ll cure
Most of my heart’s impurities with cheer
Still you drive me crazy
You somehow frustrate me daily, hypocrite
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
Stone HeartStone Heart
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
CureI know that it may not be fair,
but please make no mistake ...
The cure can be its own disease
and just as hard to take.
Balancing the consequences,
just to stay on top
of yet another losing battle
that seems to never stop.
Earth's Edge BluesI went to the kitchen but you were not there,
I went to the kitchen but you were not there.
I guess you left to find that sweet somewhere.
I went to the porch and called your name,
I went to the porch and called your name.
All I saw were moon and stars, what a shame.
I called your phone and heard a message,
I called your phone and heard a message.
Your voice said, gone to find the earth’s far edge.
I went to the bedroom but it was empty,
I went to the bedroom but it was empty.
Hard to know what got you tempted.
Kitchen, porch and bedroom, all too small,
Kitchen, porch and bedroom, all too small.
If you find the edge, well, please don’t fall.
PeacePeace is not a body lying next to you in bed
Peace is someone letting you hold them while they sleep
Peace is not being isolated, living in your head
Peace comes from the company you keep
Peace is not screaming your pain into a pillow
Peace is the result of exercised strife
Peace does not sit still in silence either
Peace is the hushed buzzing hum of life
Peace is not having all of your teeth
Peace is accepting what ones you have left
Peace has never been dying to live
Peace is living lovingly until you rest
Yes, death is peace, but there's one peace above
True peace is the calming effect of self-love
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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