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A Coffin of InnocenceMy innocence lay in its coffin
Under my bed.
"Come on and open me," it said.
"You would have heaps of fun if you did.
All you have to do is prop my lid."
I pushed my hands against my face,
From the very top, all the way down to my stubby chin.
"No, no," I cried, "You'll never do me in."
I heard a haughty laugh
Bellow from below.
Then the voice continued to persuade my soul:
"If you think I'm trying to 'do you in',
I can assure you, I will not make you sin.
I only wish for you to open me up;
Give a glance and backup
To a time when every
Cloud seemed to be lined with cotton candy.
Fluffy, pink, and etched in ink.
When parallels seemed to blend
And collect in a wad of rainbow at the end
Of your mind.
Ideas spiraled in and out of your head
Without a moment's dread
Of what will come soon enough."
I drew in a deep breath,
Wanting everything the voice had described.
None of it appeared cold, I rationalized.
Maybe I should just hurry and make a choice.
"Come. I'm waiting," drawled the v
Art History - Anthro Anthro Art - The Beginning
Anthropomorphism is the attribution of human characteristics and qualities to non-human beings, objects, natural, or supernatural phenomena. Gods, animals, the forces of nature, and unseen or unknown authors of chance are frequent subjects of anthropomorphosis. The term comes from two Greek words, άνθρωπος (anthrōpos), meaning "human," and μορφή (morphē), meaning "shape" or "form." The suffix "-ism" originates from the morpheme "-isma" in the Greek language. .
The actual 'date' when Anthropomorphic art came to light isn't well documented so we can only go off what has been left behind for us to observe. This is most noted in literature, sculptures and fables.
From the beginnings of human behavioral modernity in the Upper Paleolithic, about 40,000 years ago, examples of zoomorphic (animal
You're Itpull the hair
grit the teeth
wear that smile
play the part
feel the ache
watch the tears
-:Death's Whisper:-I have a friend and he--
lives in my dreams
for what little dreams I have
He was real once but I started to believe him
to be something he wasn't
Because the real version had died
yet he stayed behind
He was going on a voyage
To more 'Realms' as he said
He waved a good bye
"I'll whisper, and you will listen"
Was all he said before turning and fading away
The days went on I heard his whispers
explaining his strange voyages
Over time his voice became distorted
I couldn't understand after a few years
He was speaking in a tongue
From which I couldn't comprehend
I fear he is lost beyond his control
still whispering to me
I could save him
from the trap he is in
to silence his pain
to silence his whispers
"A dream is a dream and nothing more"
"Life is a nightmare from which we can't escape"
"Death is the dream we so await for"
9: Story of Friendship18 dangled from the window sill, she tried scrambling up it but didn't have much strength in her arms. She ended up slipping and landed with a thump on the ground, she got up and scampered across the floor running out the door and tripped over someone who was walking passed. It was 8, she landed on the ground face first, then lifted her head and looked up at him. 8 looked down at her and grumbled "Stupid kid, watch where yer goin." 18 nodded and scrambled to her feet then bolted. 18 turned the corner crashing into yet another stitchpunk this one being 13, this stitchpunk tall and dark. She grunted and glared at 18, but wasn't able to say anything as 18 yet again bolted. 13 shook her head and kept on her way, wonder what was her problem. 18 slowed to a stop and dropped to the ground panting, she didn't know why she was in a hurry.
"And where are you going in such a hurry?" a voice said behind 18 making her jump.
"W-wh-!" she turned to look seeing the smiling face of 9.
"Take it e
I hate the way he looks at me.
I hate the way he avoids me.
I hate the way he is so perfect,
And that it's like I dont exist to him.
I hate how he's forever to be near me,
And I cannot be with him.
I hate how I love him.
I hate how he hates me.
I hate that I know in my heart,
I could truly never hate him.
The Last to RemainSteve's eyes grew dark as he looked around the mall. He started to shake, and sweat was forming around his head "D-dead..there all dead" he shouted, looking at the seven bodies that laid on the floor. Blood had pooled around them, but one moved its arm "Dave!" He ran over skidding slightly on the blood as he went to the fallen friend who had moved "Dave it's alright I don't know what happened but everything is alright," he was looking around "The bastards came from nowhere I thought you were right behind me. Daves hand slowly raised up as he grabbed the top of Steves head tugging a bit "Dave, what are you doin_" His sentence was cut off as he looked down at the rotting flesh of his friend. His eyes were a dark pale white with no coloration in them. It opened it's mouth as a wisp of breath hit Steve in the face. It was to late, there was no time to run, no time to scream The Zombie lurched up attacking Steve with one fel bite to the neck covering his m
Kyou to TohruAt first she was nobody,always getting in my way.
Siding with that damn Yuki day after day.
Whenever she hugged him,he would become a rat
Whenever she hugged me,I'd become a cat.
She cooked our food and did our house work.
I never figured out which corner she would lurk.
Yet,she always wanted for us what was best
She cared for me better than any of the rest.
Not even my motherwho died long ago
was afraid of me and never loved me so.
Then Tohru came to me unlike anyone I've met.
She makes me feel like my future isn't set.
Only Akito so far has found out my feelings,
but he just laughed and said "Hearts,what stupid things!"
From that day on I hid from them,she must never know.
To protect her I must be strong and let her go.
LonleyI feel lonley,
Alone and hopless.
No one is around,
No one is here.
I feel cold,
Out of place,
Aloof to the world.
I feel that no one cares,
Maby i should go,
Maby i shoule leave myself,
Alone in the dark,
With no one around.
With spiders and insects,
With nothing but the moonlight,
Shinning through the tiny window.
With this feeling of lonleyness,
The SporkThe Spork
I find him in the Taco Bell
Next to sauce as hot as hell
His plastic blanket wrapped around
I pick him up; a crinkling sound
A white plastic coat he proudly wore
Atop his head three prongs, not four
He pokes, he stabs, he scoops too
If you melt him down he\'ll stick like glue
He\'ll help eat soup and stew
There\'s little that he cannot do
Little spork, as I go
There is something you should know
Not only have I taken you
But a handful of your friends too
The Walk of the InfatuatedI smile
And hide my face
Behind a cloud of ignorance.
I want to be oblivious,
Want to be unaware
Of the fact that
You might not like me.
I hold my head
Higher than most,
Hoping, wishing one day
You'll notice me;
You'll see me at full value
And not at the value
The world gives me.
And if you never notice me,
I'll keep on walking,
Hands stuffed in my pockets.
My eyes will remain dead on the horizon,
My faith never changing,
Because I know someone else
Is waiting down that long and dusty road.
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