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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
Those Green EyesShe glanced back over her shoulder. Her green eyes appeared to glow in the sunlight sifting through the window. "I'll see you later, right?"
"Yeah. Um, does five sound good?"
She walked back to him. "Five sounds great."
He smiled, staring into those green eyes again. "All right. I'll see you then."
A man of about twenty-five years shuffled his way up to the top of a hill. In front of him stood a mass of people, all dressed in black, some stifling their faces with tissues, others were guiding family members with a firm hand.
God, if I had only known...
But he hadn't. He had been waiting patiently at that cheesy Italian restaurant on the corner of Wayne Street and 7th Avenue for two long hours, the alight candle on his table dwindling to an idle ember. After forty minutes passed, he called her on his cell phone, and left a simple message telling her to call him back as soon as possible. Three martinis later, his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He rushed to
The Toll of IgnoranceAn addiction runs through my veins
And beckons my name,
Calling from afar,
Leaving my heart's door ajar.
I listen, perplexed,
By the ease of the task.
All I had to do was pick the bottle of the floor
And shake a little more
Out of its glass borders.
Then put the rim to my lips,
And drain the contents within.
So I go about my business
All hours of the night,
Subconsciously hoping that someone will catch me in the act
And show me the light.
But as I watch people pass me by,
I wondered if they even question, "Why?"
With each drunken step I take,
A child's life is at stake.
Yet they scold and turn a blind eye.
I will make them question, "Why?"
When a loved one's body disappears and is turned into the FBI.
For it was their fault
When they saw me stumbling down the street
With nothing to eat
But the salt
On the soles of my shoes
And the beer
Dripping from broken bottle shards
And looked the other way,
Going on with their oh-so perfect day.
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.
RacismBlack and white.
The two fronts.
The other side.
Yet so close.
How can you not say?
That they don't get along.
But they don't.
All because they don't think.
When they were young.
Did they care?
No, they just played.
Did they look?
No, they just played.
Where did that go?
Because I don't think so.
It went with your sanity.
And so, do I change you?
Make you think?
I hope so.
Because it doesn't matter if your black or white.
What matters is if your nasty or nice.
like a wolfFeeling like a wolf trapped in my den,
My teeth are blunt no longer sharpened.
Pack abandoned, I'm a lone, pitiful thing,
The moon now the only one able to hear me sing.
I sing a song of sorrow shame and hate,
Letting these evil lead as if they were tasty bait.
Feeling like a dog trapped by man,
I know now that I'm no longer in command...
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,
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"
The Twilight Before Christmas*From Edward's POV*
Twas the Twilight Before Christmas
Twas the Twilight before Christmas when all through the town
Alice Cullen was listening to hear a sound
Renesmee's stocking was hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that a puppy would be placed there
Renesmee was nestled all snug in her bed
While visions of her first Christmas danced in her head
And I in my Jersey, and Bella in her cap
Had just readied ourselves for a thunderous crack
When out in the woods there arose such a clatter
I sprang quickly forward to see what was the matter
Away through the forest I flew like a flash
Then ran back to Bella and tried not to be rash
The moon on the field of the new fallen snow
Gave a sparkling glitter to all us below
When what to my honey-gold eyes should appear
But the Volturi all dressed in baseball gear
With Aro in the lead so friendly and quick
I knew in a moment it wasn't a trick
More rapid than cheetahs his followers they came
When he stopped them and shouted "May we join the game?"
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
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.
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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