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Who Needs a Nameless Prince?When the slipper doesn't fit,
I won't turn my foot into a bloody toe-less mess
I'm not the perfect Cinderella type
I can't dance to save my life,
and I never got into the boyfriend hype
I was born in t-shirt and jeans
and I'm not always the girl
who says what she means
But I have a family free of wicked -steps
and I don't live life like a dream,
cause I can see the little things are more than they seem
I find joy in every day miracles,
snowflake ice cream melting on my tongue
and the cold November air
bursting in my lungs
And I can unwind watching a football game,
screaming til my voice is
so hoarse it gallops off into the sunset,
Without a White Knight holding it back
The Things We Do 2 K+D"This is too confusing! How can a Jack of Diamonds beat my Ace of Hearts when hearts is trumps?" MJ growled in frustration as Kami raked the cards toward herself and added another two points on their counter cards.
The dark-haired girl smirked, "Maybe you should stick to easy games that require no thought, like checkers."
"Shut up Kami, you just learned how to play yesterday!" The carrot top pouted, sticking her tongue out at the girl.
"Yes, but we've beaten you four games in a row."
"Because Rin and I are on a team!" She huffed, glaring over at Dawn for trying to teach them such a complex game. Having to mark points was such a rarity that they didn't even have to worry about remembering to do it, the pair had only gotten lucky enough to score when they had the highest cards.
Rin shook her head not getting much more out of their tutorial, "I still don't understand how we got euchred either. I had at least three trump cards when I call a suit."
"It usually helps when you have higher tha
4-19-11My dreams are stowed away in a blender
And every finger I know hovers
Over puree, ready to turn my desires
Into jam for their toast to conformity
My mind is scattered as the
Insect funerals dotted on a road trip
Crazy what you can see on a minivan windshield
Looking down a highway, looking down death row
Today I kissed the days of rain rocking
Me to sleep good bye, because the storm
Of static between my ears is louder
Than thunder could ever dream
But on the days I don't feel adequate
I'll flip quarters across my knuckles
Knowing my kitchen sink
Is just as good as any wishing well
Whatever It TakesLightning streaked across the sky in giant forks, their prongs seeking to fill the dark night. Lulu observed the phenomenon with a ghostly smile from her position at the rear of the group, she had always liked the lightning. It was powerful, natural, even the destruction it caused was magnificent. The Thunder Plains definitely held a beauty unmatched by any of the other places the young Summoner's travels had taken them, or at least they did in the mage's mind.
Auron led the group at a constant pace, unconcerned by the threat of lighting striking the ground not a yard from him. Tidus stuck close to Yuna's side, trying to hold his sword comfortably at his side for fear of presenting a makeshift lightning rod as the older swordsman did. Khimari and Wakka lagged behind their young charge by mere feet, on guard for any fiend that might attempt a sneak attack. It was the Summoner's Al Bhed cousin that had come to a complete halt, causing Lulu to stop short, a frown creasing her brow.
The Things We Do K+DNothing was better after a shower than a hot breakfast and a cup of coffee. And there was no better place to go than across the hallway to MJ and Dawn's dorm. Kami entered without knocking and cocked an eye brow, surprised to find Dawn already eating.
"You're late," The brunette said dryly, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
She glanced toward the clock, damn, 9:15. "Well, I had to wash that bottle of glitter out of my hair." She grumbled, scraping her usual chair back and settling down at the small table. "Did MJ come home?"
"Even she's smarter than that Kami, probably found a cheap hotel or something for the night, waiting for you to cool off."
"Not likely to happen, especially since I didn't get much sleep." She paused to chew a thick piece of toast, "Rin was up all night crying again, and even when she did fall asleep I could hear her yelling at him in her sleep."
"We should really hire a detective or something to tail him one day," the brunette said, taking a long drink of hot cho
Complexly SimpleDon't give an evasive answer
To the way hatred consumes
A nation like cancer
This is America, land of the free
And home of the brave
But welcoming only if those free braves are straight
Otherwise you're met with cold exclusion
Like Mexicans forced to climb a fence to escape the fate
Of drug wars and gang violence
The lives of their children that are too soon silenced
America, land of the free
And home of the brave
A country built on the labor of slaves
People robbed from their homes in
The dead of night just to be ran into early graves
This is a land where
Corruption runs rampant among the highly respected
The different are shunned like leppars
Can you imagine anything affecting
A child's self-esteem like
Being tripped down the stairs
And watching everyone else pass
Him by because they don't care?
The secret to a near perfect world is simple cooperation
Christians and Muslims, gays and straights, all ethnicities
Simply need their differences tolerated.
The Rock and The RiverI have a rock and a river in each pocket
Both weigh me down in different ways
The rock is rough and stabs my thigh from time to time
But the river is there to wash the blood away
The rock is unchanging and belligerrent
While the river bends to my will
My rock is experienced
And the river naive
The rock can be double-sided,
Smooth for a moment and dangerous at others
This stone has hurt me more than anyone
But we always return to each other,
Needing one another more than ever
The river is calm and peaceful, never showing choppy waters
But the rock is hard and cuts my fingers as I caress it
The river is accepting though it is out of reach
And the rock suspicious while it is near
My river would do anything to make me happy
But the rock has made me break down
My river is brilliantly eay to deal with
I can hurl my woes into the water,
Sure it will accept anything without question
It will always flow straight and true,
Forever here to wet the crevice of my pocket
I feel some guilt for pollut
Musings on MeetingsDo you realize we've met in person four times?
The first was over Spring Break
That was when you were with her
I could tell it was no paradise but it was entertaining comparison
I ended up sleeping in the bed above you two
And thought you were going to have a heart attack
The next morning when you found me on the floor
The second time was so random
You two had broken up again and we had
Been IMing/texting/talking for hours before that
You took me to a Memorial Day party
And we went swimming in a muddy pond with your step-sister
A sand war ensued and I didn't mind meeting your family
(I don't remember their names anymore)
Even though they compared me to her
We kept talking for a while
Until replies ceased from your end
I'd like to say I moved on over those 3 months
But you know I didn't
The third time was almost my favorite
It was a surprise stop in the Grocery Wagon
A stop to apologize and air everything out
You caught me up on life
But back with her wasn't a surpr
Hold Me Close KXD"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" The sarcasm enthusiast arched her eyebrow, glancing at the brunette in question. At first she thought it was all in her head, but her friend really was stealing abnormally long looks at her during the movie. Rather curious behavior since horror movies were their favorites to watch while Rin and MJ were missing in action.
A hot pink color spanned the canvas of Dawn's cheeks instantly and her gaze swept down to the floor. "The movie's kinda...freakin' me out," she muttered lamely, pulling her knees to her chest.
"What? We usually laugh at the main character and end up rooting for the villian half the time." It was Kami's turn to stare now as she watched the other girl cringe and duck behind her legs as a particularly quiet and creepy scene ensued. She couldn't help but wonder if MJ had dyed her hair and stolen a few articles of clothing just to mess with her head.
"I don't like clowns." The mumbled phrase only made the dark haired girl all the mo
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/
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/
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
Love isn't love when it isn't love and this isn'tWhen you told me your name,
you forgot to tell me about your family.
About your brothers and sisters,
your parents and grandparents
aunts and uncles,
second cousins twice removed-
You didn't say anything about the town you grew up in.
The country that you left.
You chose prettier words as you traced love across my arms.
Longing across my skin.
And emptiness along my lips.
Shadows played in your eyes.
skeletons you hadn't buried in your rush to escape,
or maybe you sent them out to sea, but they kept washing back up.
There was so much I wanted to ask you.
You are not the first broken boy
who has come asking me to fix him.
As if my hands were magic,
my love were surgery.
My lips stitching you up at the sides.
when you were running from something
or after something
but all I knew is what I was chasing
I couldn't risk losing.
His skin still smelled of his home country.
Dusty ground and warm memories.
Hardly fitting here on the beach,
but I treasured it anyway.
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.
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
CaidoÁrmate, ármate de valor, trobador,
que sea destino desde tu cuna el cielo
para su humo y nubes reforjar de nuevo,
para un nuevo principio, el verdadero comienzo.
Oh, las humaredas de polvos de carbón,
destacando en la cúpula por nuestra pobreza.
Te digo, trobador, que sulfure tu corazón
para que azufre escupa el suelo y sus grietas.
Que se queden el terror los indignos
pues por no ser perros, son nada.
Tú, trobador, sangra la certeza de tu tino
en batalla, donde el plasma no descansa.
A la fragua, ve, flautista de Asgard,
cumple con la caída a este mundo
pues al cielo debes probar
que de entre este tumulto vas a destacar.
Más rápido que la luz vas a brotar
para que las miradas se posen en tu ser,
como el sol cuando va a descansar
pues eres el más bello en el pírico atardecer.
Ahora apaga las lloviznas de ponzoña,
adopta el destino por el que eres ángel caído:
que tiemblen los mortales en actitud temblorosa
ante la pr
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'
Rainy DayShe's walking down the road this way,
Dripping wet; she doesn't care.
Bruise on cheek,
Black left eye,
Stormy rain clouds,
A wet leaf trembling in the breeze,
Words chase tails in her head,
A hundred things she hasn't said,
A thousand things she has to say,
But not right here, Not today.
If OnlyIf I were a straight guy,
I'd go for the girl no one else seems to see
and everyday I'd tell her how beautiful she is to me with
Her curvy body and mouth that holds
more than a song, but a soul
And her eyes carry such a light they
could never be called coal
I'd want the girl with a tongue so gentle
she chokes on the word hate
If I were a straight guy,
I'd beg the breath you steal from
my lungs is put to good use
Don't waste my oxygen on something like killing
the light of a candle,
Use it to blowing away cobwebs and dust
that have gathered in your mind like
rust on nails
If I were a straight guy,
I'd pray you never let me get that sharp
Rap me on the tongue when I throw words like knives,
cause sometimes I don't realize how phrases impact lives
Truth is, I can only sit back and sigh,
Cause one thing I'll never be is a straight guy
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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