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RopeA dancer in the dark,
She has a broken heart.
She moves her feet,
Her heart will fleet,
For the lover whom did part.
A dancer in the smoke,
The tears that make her choke,
Fall from her eyes,
She always cries
The words she never spoke.
A dancer in the shade,
A song that never played,
A raven sings,
And on black wings,
She never would have stayed.
A dancer from a tree,
She looks so sad to me,
Her dead black eyes,
They do despise
The image that they see.
A dancer from a rope,
She simply could not cope
So now she swings,
To better things,
She hadn't any hope.
A dancer in the dark,
This world she did depart,
Her spirits gone,
No earthly bonds,
Hold dancer in the dark.
The Twi-Switch: Part ThreeEmmett/Chris blinked a couple of times. "How do you know my name?" he asked, sounding as though we had just run over his cat.
"Moreover, why did you refer to him as Chris?" This question was posed by Carlisle. My insides writhed nervously as I attempted to figure out how to answer. Finally, I decided to respond to Emmett/Chris before acknowledging Carlisle. Turning to Emmett/Chris, I flashed him a grin. "Hi there, Chris," I stated breezily. "I'm Rachel. Remember me? I've been your friend since the third grade, and am an avid lover of both hard rock music and the colour pink." Pointing to the figure of Bella, I continued. "This is Sarah. She's been your friend even longer than I have, and is amazing at both writing and drawing." Last on my list was the figure of Alice, who appeared to be sulking in her/his/it's own private universe. "Finally, as I'm sure you could tell from the copious amounts of colourful language used, this is David. He is your best friend, your other half And,
The Twi-Switch: Part TwoJust as we devised the finishing touches, Edward himself ran into the forest, obviously agitated. "Bella," he seethed through clenched teeth, "I need you in the house NOW. I don't care if Leah comes as well or not. Just get inside." And with that lovely greeting over with, he sped away.
Bella/Sarah and I exchanged a look. "Who threw up in his cornflakes?" I asked. My companion merely shrugged, and she and I made our way towards the house without another word.
What we found there was interesting, to say the least. Emmett, Jasper and Alice lay unmoving on the ground, evidently out cold. Being unconscious was something that Twilight vampires were incapable of, so I understood why Edward was so up in arms when he went to 'collect us'.
Speaking of Edward, he was watching Bella/Sarah closely, edging nearer to her should she break into a fit of hysteria.
Yeah, that's likely.
Deciding to play a little mind game with him, I sidled closer to Bella/Sarah and put my arm around her shoulders,
The Twi-Switch: Part One"Leah Clearwater, I don't know what's gotten into you, but come back here this instant!"
I did not turn and respond to Irate Quileute Boy #4, largely because I am not Leah Clearwater. My name is actually Rachel, or, as many of you know me, That Nutjob From Writer's Club. How I came to be in the body of Leah Clearwater, of all people, is quite beyond me, but waking up in the middle of a forest surrounded by a bunch of unknown, muscular teenage boys is not exactly my idea of an ideal morning. In any case, I was running through the woods as fast as I possibly could. If this body switch thing involved more than just me, who knows what could happen? Like what would happen if Jonathan were to find himself in Charlie Swan's body; Charlie's police buddies would assume he was still Charlie and send him into the woods after a bear or something. Needless to say, I like my friends much better when they're alive and fully intact Or as intact as they can be in a body switch situation.
PWI, My gamer pride and joyPWI
Perfect World is my favourite MMORPG ever! It's entirely free, literally. I've been on it for almost a year now, and I still play. Online, I am known as Night Star, a level 18 wizard. My brother (yes, we are both nerds) is known as Dorishey, a level 21 Barbarian. Here is what an average day for us is like.
Night Star was on his way to the centre of the human city known as Etherblade. He was turning in one of his quests. Once that was done, he headed towards the teleport master to go the City of the Lost, which is not only the Untamed capital, but also were he'd meet his very good friend Dorishey. Once there he spotted his friend and jumped up and down to get his attention. Dorishey approached him, they exchanged a few greetings and they headed off out into the world. Dorishey explained how he needed to kill a very powerful beast inside a nearby cave, Night Star happily agreed to help and they soon found themselves inside the cave.
"Be careful," Dorishey warned,
"Oh come on! These m
Subject 16Subject 16
At first a flash here, then a glimpse there,
Why can't you see it?
The hot desert sun, a Renaissance fair,
Is it only I can reach it?
Can't put me away,
I know all your lies.
Just do as I say
Or else the Truth dies.
So many lives, so many voices,
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Too many lies....Too many choices...
Truth isn't written, it's bled.
It's all in my mind,
I'll hide it for you,
To those left behind
Who don't have a clue.
They've drained out my soul and made it theirs
...I'm all out of time....
I've drained my body to show you all
Truth isn't written, it's bled.
....I'm....I....uh...they call me ... Subject Sixteen ...
CancerI remember the time that you touched the stars
Stark white, skin-tight; they hit you too hard
With a splintered cry, falling from sulfurous Mars
And the Fates ran screaming back into the dark
I remember the sound
The thrum and the pound
I remember the morning you woke in blood
When the lies in your eyes were unbearably rough
And the marks of the hypocrite far from enough
'Til you wept as Moses e'er fires and flood
I remember your song
You thought you were strong
I remember much further than Man ever dreams
You forced out your flesh, and I wept at the screams
The soul and the sorrow to memory clings
A light in the night, like Insanity, beams
I'll remember your cry
'Til the day I, too, die
Go Sing the Night to SleepWhy do you wear a heavy brow
And keep your eyes upon the ground
While wishing rain would come fall down
Go sing the night to sleep
Can't rest, you say, too much to think
Though as you ponder, eyelids sink
Your mind is slipping to the brink
The clouds roll in, gray-blue
I've lost it all, you whisper last
I lost it all, I lost it fast
Theres nothing in the net I cast
Slipping stars, a cover of dew
Rain can't wash away your grief
But can it bring you some relief?
Rinse away your false belief
The night sings through the rain.
It beats your back, bleeds through your shirt
It finds the wounds that ache and hurt
Rinse out the blood, the puss, the dirt
Moon hid to not get wet
Now rest your eyes, and go to sleep
There's nothing left for you to keep
Inside, no point for you to weep
Rain dances come the night.
cursethe glass's sand, to our chagrin,
spills fast away and ne'er again
will life subsist as it has been;
may you live in, may you live in...
we're forced to watch forces align,
to our communal world malign
and lay to waste our plans contrived;
int'resting times, int'resting times...
The fence in my yardThere’s a fence in my yard
My father taught me to build
With a gate in the front
And a back strong-willed
Where the inside and outside
Love and hate of the world collides
Just like my face
It has two sides
One of welcome and safe inclusion
One of absolute defiant seclusion
Both built to last paid with sweat
Nails driven with pounding regret
But isolation has left this yard alone
No laughter of children echo as of late
Because as they all matured
They walked out the gate
UndecidedPandora's box of love's young dream;
Hopeless hearts preserved, pristine;
Airtight nightmares, crystal-clean;
That fall or fly or wait unseen.
In our dreams, we make excuses;
Hopeless hearts with hopeless ruses;
Ballpoint hearts around our muses;
Not to know is what she chooses.
Waiting boxes stand to blame;
She'll never ask, for fear of shame;
To choose one path would end this game
And stake her life on chance's name.
Three words to him she'll never say;
While she can dream, it's all okay.
Preserve a dream for one more day;
Now turn your feet
And walk away.
Express YourselfAn opinion is not a fact,
It’s a way of expressing what you believe,
Some people just overreact,
And they do nothing else, but deceive.
You either concur or deviate,
People’s beliefs deserve a lot of respect,
Everyone has a right to differentiate,
It doesn’t necessarily mean they are correct.
A person’s view could be knowledgeable,
Just appreciate what someone has to state,
An opinion doesn’t have to turn into a debate,
It’s a shame when people are intolerable.
I wish the world could be a better place,
For the entire human race,
A place where we can care,
A place where everyone is fair.
Now before you go on and criticise,
An opinion is not a fact,
It’s a way of expressing what you believe.
StoriesWhen you walk by
and see someone,
do you ever wonder
about the story behind that person?
What put them on the road
to where they are now in life?
How did they gain their fame and glory
or why are they filled with pain and strife?
That homeless man
lying there in the street
may have at one point
served in our naval fleet.
When he came home,
his wife had divorced him
and that is the very thing
that completely destroyed him.
Then there's that secretary
who's flirty boss is her pet peeve,
and you may wonder
why she doesn't just leave.
Her family is poor.
They need the money.
So she is stuck with that job
and her boss's promiscuity.
Of course there's that boy
who sat in the corner
and the girl who spoke to him
despite what they told her.
Many years later,
they are happily married
and have two kids
named Robert and Sherry.
Every person you see
has a story to tell
about how they reached heaven
or how they're damned to hell.
So the next time someone
talks about their life,
Shout - Find Me...Shout! (Find Me)
Can you look past
My fleshy skin
And find the person
And very angry
It's really hard to
I dance, I cry
Sing and fret
You'll never guess,
So don't you bet.
I wear a mask
Behind you'll see
For that is me.
I'm such a riddle
I don't exist
So all you'll find
Is glowing mist
Heart of hearts
Dogs and birds
My true voice
Cannot be heard.
See me now!
I've got to get
Paint a picture
Find the clue!
I hope you know
I count on you.
Can't you see?
It's all right there!
But all you do is
Stand and stare.
Take a breath.
A hint I'll drop.
It's me you'll spot.
Among the mesh
Of feathered things,
Of tea cups, monsters
Amid the sky
Above the trees,
And past the swarm
Of bumble bees...
Beyond the dock
And past the beast
Behind the lizard scale
Look past the skull
And see what's there
And just beyond
The maiden fair...
Look very closely,
And you just might s
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