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Melody in My MindShhh...
Do you hear it?
voice of street,
hearts that beat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.
When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.
There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.
And so I paint.
The colors are my symphony.
I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.
And so I write.
The words on pape
Nursery Rhymesmary had a little lamb
it's fleece as white as snow
it's mind so pure, so light and clean
just like the soul below.
father had a little girl
her soul was cold and black
she hates the lamb for being pure
and stabbed it in the back.
father had a troubled child
it's hands were cold and red
the blood of mary's little lamb
lies on my hands instead.
hannah has a straight jacket
its colour white as snow
and everywhere that hannah went
her meds were sure to go.
SwitzerlandxReader: Neutrality SucksWorld Conferences officially sucked. Or, at least without your best friend Liechtenstein there, they did. Fortunately for you, her handsome older brother and the person you had a huge crush on always attended every single one dutifully. He didn't appear to be particularly interested in you, although he never shot at you when you crossed his lawn.
You assumed this was because you were Liechtenstein's friend.
"Dudes, let's get this meeting started!" America yelled obnoxiously from the head of the giant meeting table. You noticed Switzerland rolling his bright green eyes, and stifled a small giggle.
"Sit down and shut up, America." England sighed with irritation evident in his accented voice.
"What? Why?" The younger nation whined, and you burst out laughing.
Fortunately for you, Germany's bellow of "Everybody shut up!" ensured that nobody heard you sniggering away.
"Kesesese, let's just all sit down and drink beer." A voice cackled from the ceiling. Everyone glanced up to see Prussia pee
My GenerationThat Generation, their generation, our parents and the people on TV, they're always saying, "Children are our future, yes, it's your generation that really matters, you who are going to fix everything."
Fast forward to this generation, My Generation, and sure, we're going to fix everything. We're post-X, all of the drugs and none of the values; black kids shouting racist every time something doesn't go their way and white kids running to mommy and daddy so they don't have to deal with their own problems. Every kid beyond the age of seven has a cell phone laptop x-box, because who needs real friends when you have... Contacts? We're a soft generation, taking offense at every conceived wrong, but note this: only when it happens to Us. We defend our integrity and then run to the bathroom for a quick joint or injection, won't even try to half-ass anything, much less aim for perfection, that is, unless mom and dad say so. No one does anything for themselves anymore, everything
SLAMAt a young age,
I had to learn to dodge stones,
grow angry scales
along innocent freckled skin,
and open my eyes to a world not quite ready
to hear this tigress's voice.
Speaking in tongues to those paid too listen-
of fairytale wars, battle scars,
and the many linoleum squares I counted
day in and day out. I became mute.
Escaping through rabbit holes and back alleys
into a world of ink and worthy paper cuts.
[ I wear these
like a fucking
fashion statement! ]
And this goes out to you-
The Eden snakes, you dead-eyed demons:
It is you that keep me up at night,
weighing down these artist fingers-
IT IS YOU I WILL SLAM AT AN OPEN MIC NIGHT!
I do have a life worth writing about.
The 3rd Annual Holiday Plushie Giveaway! WINNER!THE WINNER IS :iconEllaKey:!
The First runner up, getting one dango pair is.... barbels!
The Second runner up, getting a chibi drawing is.... RAMScrosswalker
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Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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