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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 ...
I died todayIn a hospital so white,
my eyes and ears open wide.
I take in the smells, people,
the thoughts that gladly ring.
Their cries of pure joy and victory,
leave me surprised and petrified.
I'm not in history..
I died today,
my lungs can breathe.
I died today,
my heart only sings.
My skin is still warm,
eyes still blue and white.
My mouth moves,
smoothing stiff grooves.
My arms raise,
My legs do as I say.
Nothing is injured, bent
and even broken..
Yet I died today..
And I am still alive.
Tender TortureWhy do you torment me, fairest one?
Are you doing it just for fun?
Why must you taunt me with your presence
Being near me and acting in ignorance?
So thin I suffer from translucence
Made see-through with insignificance
As you pass me by my eyes happen to chance
On yours, as if at a dance
Were you looking at me with your lingering gaze?
Making me think of imaginary days
And wishing for hypothetical years
Holding you close as old age nears
How do other men feel when met by your eyes?
Do their hearts begin to tell lies?
How much hurt do I need to feel
To know your affections aren't real?
I know it's futile, you told me so
With a tender voice a while ago
Now wordlessly you torture my soul
Which wants to think you're my whole
The Labyrinth of Me (Complete)Restless in the stormy night.
Like candle flame unwaning light.
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds.
Waking dreams my mind unfurled.
Void of colour just shades of grey.
No-one here to guide my way.
Echoes of a man lost in a dream.
Porcelain statues unable to scream.
The labyrinth of me lies ahead.
Each step, each breath fills me with dread.
On every wall my portraits hang.
Each one painted with an honest hand.
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt.
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward.
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn.
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf.
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth.
Judges grinning while banging their gavels.
The pages before me the black book unravels.
Some pages are empty and others unclean.
Allowing you only to see the obscene.
Myself I am judge no lies to deceive.
Like a mirror reflecting my every misdeed.
The revelation of faces grinning before me.
They are all me both judge and jury.
A guilty verdict the
Patience.First, it starts with a millisecond.
Then a second,
and after that a minute.
Fifty-nine minutes later, and it is an hour.
Twenty-three hours later it is a day,
and after a couple of weeks, it is a month.
Eleven months later it is a year,
and after a year, it is a century,
and after a century,
there is nothing.
So have patience.
"Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit." ~Moliere
Leave your whole life
Your soul has been called
Break the chains
Holding you back
But you can’t tell
What tears you apart.
No one has to know
By this time
We will hide
From the world.
Screams your name
Don’t let them down
Show your face.
Louder and louder
You are deaf.
But it’s time
To prove yourself
They want blood.
He is coming
Let the rage grow
Inside your veins
And you will be
What they want.
An Era to Forgive
Out of the dark ages I come,
leaving the past behind.
Away from the pain, scars,
and my own demise.
Behind what I have put to rest,
a fire sparked from the ashes.
Hot and burning,
it claims what used to be mine....
I'm at peace with myself,
I've tasted my medicine.
Every day I live,
I learn to forget and forgive.
AnxietyTrembling, my heart goes weak
My body, and all muscles refuse to obey
For sanity, now I desperately seek
Someone, hold me and stay
Why does this person scare me so
Even though we haven't spoken in ages?
I'm scared, I'm scared, don't let me go
Talking to him makes my whole body quake
My fingers can barely hold a pencil
Or hold a simple fist
My knees vulnerable, please be still
The blood within racing
Life is slowly drifting from me
My nerves replaced with numbness
Fear replaces serenity
As I beg myself to stop making this mess
Of Empty Seas and Fated SkiesI.
She gave our golden days of summer
to Dionysian dreams,
chasing phantom shards of sunlight
as she fled the hand of Fate.
The sun was out and we were in
the Labyrinth in the kitchen,
searching small, dark cupboards
for the treasure she had hidden.
Swallowed up in all her sorrows,
swamped by soughing Acheron,
she drank the Lethean waters,
and forgot that we were there.
Bottled ichor, precious poison,
creeping shadow, black like ink;
in the Daedalean night,
we tipped it down the sink.
A wand’ring, cruel Odysseus,
he sailed in winter’s gales,
crashing like the heaving seas
and pounding us like waves.
And Now I've Lost the StarsOh God, how did the sun turn into blood?
How did the lunar surface start to crack?
When all I did was lay my head to rest
As nightfall, soft, cascading in a flood
Bespoke my eyelids, conquered, muscles slack
Embraced in heavy slumber on its breast.
The night breeze took my breathings one by one
And carried them to frozen lands afar,
And crumbled all my dreamings into dust.
Oh God, I cannot move without the sun,
And now I've lost the stars.
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
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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