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3:28"It was 3:28 am when the world became dead. Broken. It just… ended."

There was chaos before it ended, of course. There was the traditional natural disasters and economic crash. There were assassinations, crippling strong nations. No one could sleep. It changed, though, on the morning of October 14, 2136. At 3:20 am, it was known everywhere that the world would just... end.  

3:21:
Confusion.

How can it just end? It's impossible, right?
3:22:
Anger.  

Riots lined the streets; murder lined the newspapers; hatred lined the silhouettes of raised fists; blood and tears lined the skylights.
3:23:
Fear.
3:24:
Di
Urban CracksUnder a concrete bridge
With peeling paint
Tattooed in graffiti
There are piles of garbage
Dark stains
Of foul smelling liquid

But also

A tiny tree
Breaking though
The cracks
RainPitter, patter rain falls down
Pitter, patter makes me frown

The city is whole
Even in this mist
But the streets are
Empty.

Pitter, patter rain falls down
Pitter, patter from the cloudy crown

Grey veils sweep over
This tristesse of world
And the streets are
Empty.

Pitter, patter rain falls down
Pitter, patter the skies grey gown

People dare not leave
Their houses and homes.
And so streets remain
Empty.

Pitter, patter rain falls down
Pitter, patter dancing like a clown.
She CommanderTwinkling lights in the sky
Darkness fallen in the night
Bloody howling going up high
Soldiers ready for a fight

A figure cloaked in black
Claws gleaming like silver
Her growl keeps legions in tact
The noise making them shiver

Who cares who the enemy is
They go where she sends them
You know when the wind shifts
Who is really going to win

There was no competition
Though she may have some scars
The daughter of winners blood
Knows how to play her cards

Here is your warning now
Turn tail and run for the hills
Take the knee and bow
Before your blood is spilled
The Hell ManRun Run Run
As fast as you can
You can't run from me...
I'm the Hell man

Hide Hide Hide
As long as you can
You can't hide forever...
I'm the Hell man

Scream Scream Scream
Your cries cut short
My knife has found you...
How boring you were

Hunt Hunt Hunt
All night and day
I have forever you know...
I'm the Hell man
ArtistryShe is statuesque, in all standards of the word.
But whatever force you dispel from yourself, unto me, she replaces
with loveliness. I hold bitter ties to this circumstance.
Tongues entwined in rose vines, thorns speaking saccharine words
as they pierce them to drink their blood.
Golden flesh painted a gentle white to hide the value of what
you wish to destroy, I won't let you.

I've refused.

Someday I'll watch as my wedding ring slips to the gutters,
washed away by the rain fabricated by us.
Identifying that you call me back each lightning strike, I will cry deeply
hidden within the leather green leaves of urban trees.
Thunder wil
GoodbyeI'm leaving for awhile
to a place way out there.
I'm leaving for awhile
to find bliss we can share.

Goodbye to the sun
that rises at seven,
Farewell to the moon
who illuminates heaven.

Adieu to the light
that showed me the path,
Adios to the darkness
who showed me its wrath.

Farvel to the joy
we've felt, us two,
До свидания to the sadness
you've put me through.

Goodbye to it all
as I leave on my quest
to release all the heartbreak
you've sewn in my chest.
Little BluebirdLittle bluebird, you land on my windowsill.
To sing to me as I lay quite still.  
You wake me in the morn, welcoming the day.
Yet when I lay my eyes upon you, you fly away.

Bluebird, Bluebird please sing to me.
I can't wait to hear your sweet melodies.
You brighten my day and make me smile.
Bluebird, my Bluebird please stay awhile.

Singer, dear Singer remember me.
As i see you fly into our Maple tree.
I hate to see you leave.
Oh why, oh why can't you stay with me.

My love, My love I saw you leave.
I saw you weren't well, but never worried.
When you left I said goodbye,
Never thinking you'd be so sly.

Departed, my departed I m
Do you remember?Hey, I know you,
We were in the same class,
In third and fourth grade,
Yeah, it's me,
That little girl with glasses,
Little quiet 'Four-eyes',
Or the girl with Rachel-germs.

Bet you didn't think,
I would come back,
Even for a second,
Or at least if I did,
I wouldn't have blue hair,
and crazy contacts.

Why does it mater?
Oh, I just wanted you to know,
To remember me, and to relize,
Why I punched you with all my might.

Hope you feel sorry now,
For all the friends you made enemies,
For all the thoughts of suicide.

And I hope you know,
The little four eyed girl,
Who couldn't through a punch,
Just knocked you flat on the
Smother MeI'd welcome your arms encompassing me if they weren't like choking wisps of smoke, trying to reach down into my chest and smother my heart into ashes. This isn't love, this is a forced passion you're darkly twisting into something it definitely isn't. This isn't love, with your overbearing squeezes and heated looks that aren't warm and fuzzy but that burn like a bonfire. This isn't love, this flood of feelings that hits me harshly like a waterfall instead of lightly spattered rain that I welcome with wide-spread arms. I understand that you're trying to show affection, but you're doing it all wrong.

It's funny that I should be telling you thi
Shut UpYou don't understand, do you?

What people go through

How they feel

Violated
Dirty
Disgusting

If you haven't gone through it
or don't understand it
then just shut the fuck up.
MegabloksThe young boy in the pale blue pajamas,
Sat alone in the bed marked with his name on its side
And played with his Megabloks,

Not Legos
Megabloks,
His parents never let him play with legos.

In the night passed ten
Well past his bed time on a normal night
But much like passed few months
Tonight was not normal

He sat and sighed and yawned,
Each breath he took was heavy
He was tired

Not depressed
Tired
His parents were the ones depressed.

He sat bent over his kingdom
Body twisted and knotted
Cracking vertebrae
Sending trace amount of bone marrow
Flowing freely in his bloodstream.

He dreamed the dreams of
Morphine induced h
Until the lie becomes the truthI pretended not to care while my inside was just screaming.
It was easier then the truth.

All I wanted was somebody to see.
Is that honestly too much to ask? Somebody ask me "what's wrong?"
Me answering "nothing."
And that person saying "you're not fooling me." Such simple words.

Now, the lie has become the truth. If they can't care neither can I.
I lived, until the lie became the truth.
A bleeding heartI loved once.
It was a fatal affair
She was a precious jewel
For which my wife did not care.

Head master and his mistress
No secrets were shared.
Not many words...
just eyes here and there.

After the castle was settled in bed
we'd meet in the garden
and trade words instead.
When my wife saw us there..
And off with her head.

My heart ceased to beat.
the rain and fog, deep.
But there was a secret
never unfolded...

For I was the count.
Though, my wife did not know this..
on a night she lay her pretty head...
I took her life...
blood stained the bed.
lost toys.All forgoten toy's
Little girls and boy's
Lost in space
Having no place

Geting free
Bee who you whant to be
Flying high
Geting by

Lost toy's
Left for dead
Stuck where you are
Up on a bed.

Left on the Ground
Up on a shelf
Hid from view
All by my self

Geting fee
Be who you whant to be
Flying high
Geting by

Gone to be
On my own
Crying fear
Your so near

But you leave
Gone again
Lost a freind
Going to bed

Geting free
Being free
Flying high
Lifes gone by
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Face"Am I pretty?"

Usually, if the face is just fine
the rest of the body doesn't matter.
The face is a spectacular
grand city of beautiful lights,
and structures and mute music
that seems to fit every instant perfectly.

And out of everything that is connected
by muscles and tendons and bones,
there is nothing else like  it.

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but they will never grasp the
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Our livers and our kidneys will never
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and my mind is the
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quiet at first,
and then stammering
dribbling saying nonsense
and then

pausing again,
only to collect her thoughts
and spit them out. she kept saying
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do you love me.
do you love me?
do you?"

and I held her gaze,
drew a long
meaningful breath
and I said

nothing.
the absence of words
is powerful
in this society that fears
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I wish you had firey blonde hair
strung up in a strong
American girl's ponytail,
with sapphire blue eyes that seem to be charged
by the electricity of integrity.
I wish you would challenge me
with red apple lips
whenever I asked something of you.
I wish you would threaten to kill me
with love
whenever I touched you.
I wish you would storm around this world
in brave high heels, and daring hips,
shooting deadly looks and taking shots
of aspects and grandeur.
I wish you would wear white stars,
and blue plains,
with red streaks and white lines.
I wish you would tell me that
the white stars were secrets
and the blue plain
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of neatly crisp, and flattened sheets
because only order can combat
chaos.
I stare at a wall, not smiling
not frowning
just trying my hardestas an American boy
to not feel anything anymore.
My heart beats
regularly
My breath is
steady
like the air in this room yet--
something still stirs.

What is it?
Is it the claws like
rightful wrath, touching my shoulder
ever so lightly
there but not there like a spider
made of hydrogen?
Is it the tails of
agony, brushing against my lower back
little whisps of secrets and memories
things that seem more real from far away.
Is it the tinge of suicide that comes
close to my lips
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"Daddy? Do you ever feel wike punching someone in da face? Or slamming their teeth into da concweet?" His little 5 year old daughter asked.

He furrowed his brow. This was a milestone for him. An impasse. No matter what he said, he would somehow affect not just her life, but the lives after her. Her children, her grandchildren, and even her great grand children. Generations were being weighed on this moment, being decided on his next words.

He swallowed, and nodded. "Yes, sweetheart. Yes I do."
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Father daughter relationship taken to the next step.

tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Thank you for reading.
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~swordofcoke Jan 6, 2013
And she will grow up to be the best Nordic warrior in the land of Azorof, Conquering all with strength and willpower. Slaying all creatures, Pillaging all loot and making the best of friends and the worst of enemies. She is The hero of Time!
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~TheStoyTeller Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
hahahahahaha, if I ever had a daughter and she went to do all that I would be so proud. (':
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~The-Archaeon Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"Concweet" makes me burst into a fit of giggles every time! This was really nice, and takes me ways back :)
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Mood: Love ~TheStoyTeller Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
hahaha I'm glad I could be a source of laughter. Thank you for reading!
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~silvergabetha834 Oct 6, 2012  Professional General Artist
Amazing how much children look up to us, isn't it? Nicely captured.
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~TheStoyTeller Oct 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yes it is! Its fun to think that at some point alot of the adults looked up to someone the same way we looked up to them

And thank you. :)
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~silvergabetha834 Oct 6, 2012  Professional General Artist
All of us looked to someone at some point. That's the truth.
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~TheStoyTeller Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I agree! ^-^
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