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The Bus StopJane came to an abrupt stop three feet away from the sheltered bus stop and stared at the strange boy tucked away in the far corner of the bench. His left knee was drawn up to his chest and his head was resting against it, but her view of his face was obscured by his arm. He was perfectly still, but the brilliant yellows and blues of his clothes made him stand out against the dull grey of the city. Jane swallowed and moved to sit down opposite of him. Once she was safely under the glass roof, she folded her umbrella carefully and set it down at her side. The boy took no notice of her.
It was a rainy Monday morning and Jane was on her way to the diner downtown where she worked as a waitress. Each day she would wake up early and put on her rather plain looking uniform so that she could hike two miles to the bus stop. It was a rather boring and monotonous existence, but she couldn't quite recall a time when her life hadn't been that way. She didn't go out with friends. In fact, she didn't
RegrettablyDoes it hurt any less?
Does saying that you don't need it
stop that aching in your chest?
Are you simply running from a truth
you can't quite accept?
You tell yourself you don't want it.
Go ahead and lie.
Keep saying it until you believe it, too.
It hurts to much to remember,
so you might as well forget.
It's so much easier, isn't it,
to simple stop and forget
all your hopes and dreams?
It's so much easier just to
completely quit than to simply start again.
Final Fantasy X"Final Fantasy X"
I have always said that I could write essays on what was wrong with the abonimation that (at the time) Square Soft deemed it necessary to spit out entitled Final Fantasy X. Now this game has been aclaimed as one of Square's greatest games and for some reason that, to this day, escapes me, has won several awards world wide. I hate that piece of shit game and the bulk of my hate can be attributed to that whining little bitch called Tidus.
Oh, what to say about Tidus? He's whiny, he's bratty, he's self-centered, and he is incapable of shutting the fuck up. Each of these points will be touched on multiple, multiple times and believe me, I will leave no shadow of a doubt as to why he almost single-handedly ruined the entire game for me. Keep in mind that there were other factors that solidified my hate for this game, but Tidus is the main thing that makes me want to bash my head in frustration with it and it's fans that think it's the greatest thing
Vapid, insignificant twit,
covered head-to-toe in black.
Darken your hair and black your lips;
no one gives a damn.
Go rebel against the "man" and
whine about your parents
because, quite frankly, your
life isn't as bad as
you make it out to be.
You'll grow up, you're live and learn,
and, looking back, you'll cry.
How could you have been so fucking
stupid for so many years?
And when you do, remember this:
How awful you must have, how many
people you must have caused to
laugh at your idiocy.
Dearest Ulrike Part 2Dearest Ulrike,
It has been three weeks and I am more lucid now than I have been in a long while. The time since my last letter has been a blur. I was being willful according to Master Chronos. I was becoming complacent and lazy under the luxuries he was giving me. It was the awareness, I think. The more I relax and the more I allow myself to feel the more self aware I am. He doesn't like me being self aware. It makes me think and if I think, I don't listen and I question.
So starvation began.
Before I continue, I must make one thing very clear. My existence is a long one, but for me to continue on the way I do, to preserve this blackened and rotted soul, I must devour the souls of the living, still pure and whole. You would find the practice disgusting and vile and you would have banished me from your presence immediately. Please do not hold this against me.
I was taken to a small room made of some material that I could not pass through. The door was bolted behind me. It
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
In the day or in the night,
You may find him round a corner.
He may be in plain sight,
Or hidden and waiting.
Under a light in the middle of the night,
You may see him in his coat so black,
Contrasting with his skin of white.
No eyes you'll see upon his face,
Though a grin or a sly smirk.
Approach him and offer a rose will he.
Deny the rose thee should.
Even though there is nothing you can do.
Take the rose and it'll end the same,
He'll take you,
He'll rape you.
You could try to resist his touch,
though this won't do much.
He'll just grin,
And invasive he'll be.
Depending his mood,
Depends your fate.
Good or bad,
Don't feel sad,
Don't you fret.
Just remember that if you see a man,
Be wary for he could be the Sexual Offenderman.
Poem - Ode to Soundwave
Monster Deep Inside
Somewhere deep inside,
Down beneath the hide,
Where soul and Spark have died.
I know my darker side.
Black face and hollow eyes;
It's truth within these lies,
For death and evil ties,
My Spark, for thee, thus dies.
This monster deep within,
Down beneath the skin,
For thee, my King, I sin,
And the darkness deep within.
Horror, here, in silence grows
An evil mind no one knows.
For thee, my King, my darkness shows,
Black o'er black, your sin bestows.
Somewhere deep inside,
A darkness lay in silent tide,
Until I can no longer hide
This roaring monster deep inside.
Cupcakes IICupcakes sweet and tasty
Cupcakes everyones favorite pastry
Come to my shop and let's have some fun
There won't be much left of you when I am done
MonstersMommy won't believe me,
but it's right under my bed.
She'll roll her eyes and tell me
that's it's all inside my head.
I know I saw it reaching out
while it tried to pull me down.
Even daddy laughed
when he saw my frown.
But it's alright,
I'll be okay.
I'll be fine up in my bed
if I don't come down til day.
I wasn't scared until I heard
the scratching at my closet door.
I had thought there was only one
but now I know there's more.
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