Have you ever noticed what wonderful colors occupy a bruise? Theres vibrant greens, hazy blues, rich purples and strong reds. But why do such beautiful colors only occur on us in such an unwanted form? Why are we naturally such dull colors, even though they do look nice on us, wouldnt it be pleasant to have some brighter colors? Like if we had teal skin and bright orange eyes, with yellow pupils! And freckles would be royal purple and the hair from our heads could be pink and red. Or what if we became a type of rainbow people. Our skin would be transparent and beneath would shimmer all the colors of the rainbow, like light dancing
The little China Doll sits perfectly still in her place on the tall shelf. Her pretty little dress is crisp and clean, the lace is white as snow and no stains mar the bright floral print arranged perfectly about her. Ivory shoes shine in the sunbeams and her bonnet sits perfectly straight on her head. From beneath sweet brown curls peek out, delicate and perfectly round. Perfectly framing her perfect face. Pale china skin, smooth and cool, with a tinge of pink paint on her cheeks. Long lashes curls up from her big, beautiful baby-blue eyes. Sweet, cherry red lips, open slightly, sculpted finely, painted perfectly. The beauty of the cluttered
Thin and brittle,
The Aspen stands,
Quaking in the wind,
Its leaves stripped bare,
By winter's razor edge.
Shivering, naked,
It longs to be,
As the Pine.
Lush, green needles,
Bursting with sweet fragrance,
Cling to the tree,
Though harsh winter rages,
Like lovers' embrace,
Never to be broken.
The Aspen stands,
Cold and jealous,
Longing for its own leaves,
That dance and sing,
With the smallest breeze,
Their laughter shining,
Bright green in the sun.
The Aspen waits,
As icicles tighten their grip,
For joyous spring,
And its Treasures' return.
Why Cleaning Is Hazardous by Psychward1, literature
Literature
Why Cleaning Is Hazardous
Late on Christmas night our downstairs toilet, currently the only functioning one in our house and unfortunately is also the one most likely to clog, overflow, spew geysers of water etc ; overflowed. Now, when I went to investigate the otherworldly noises issuing from our lavatory I discovered several things. The first was that my new socks, with pictures of giraffes on them, were absorbing some of the small sea on the tile. The second was that the seat of the toilet was up. Being as only males leave the seat up, females have a tendency to get their rears caught in the bowl if they do, and there was only one male inhabitant in our house
Plague, Poverty and the Church by Psychward1, literature
Literature
Plague, Poverty and the Church
Serf
*Runs into the church dragging the victim* Please Father, help my friend, shes got the plague! I cant lose another family member, I just cant, all the rest of my familys died. Will you pray for her?
Priest
Of course my child. But, this pestilence has been brought upon us because of mans horrible sinning, so, naturally, it will require extra praying, so Ill of course need some payment. *Rummages through the victims pockets*
Victim
Father *Coughs* Im afraid I dont have much
Priest
*Grumbles and pulls out a few pennies* Youre right! Youre poor as dirt, so until
Narrator
The tale begins 10 years prior, when Prince Paris stole King Menelauss wife,
the beautiful Helen. He spirited her away from Sparta to his walled city of Troy. And Menelaus called for is brothers aid, so Agamemnon and Menelaus assembled a massive army and boarded them all on ships, ready to lay siege to the Trojans. But everyday as they made to set sail, fierce winds blew them back holding them in the harbor and the men grew impatient, praying to the gods, pleading to be permitted to set sail, begging to be told what they had to do to got to war. And they were told--the sacrifice of a pure maiden had to be made. So Aga
Here comes the thunder storm's dark head rolling in,
Batten down the hatches, prepare for the danger,
The ship leaps up and down, as the waves toss her,
Water, wind, sleet, hail, shout above the din,
Foam and brine swirl about the seaman's barrow,
The driving force, the current you can't fight,
Stars fade into the clouds of the deep night,
Bitter chill seeps into bone's marrow.
The sun fights its way through a cloudy blanket,
Shining in deep places where dark things have met.
The water is calm, gently holding us.
But be wary where you put your trust,
The most glourious, beautiful gem of them all,
The fickle sea will not catch you
Dont leave me alone.
Here on this barren mountain,
Stripped bare by a cutting wind,
Of all trees, shelter, beauty, life.
Below me wonder blankets the hills,
Rolling easily up and down.
But that sweet view is vanishing,
Sleet blinds me,
Ice cuts into my flesh,
Numb from the cold,
Im freezing,
Ever so slowly,
Freezing to death.
Dont leave me alone.
Save me,
Carry me down from this hell on top of the world,
Once a place of beauty,
The winter storms bring death.
Take me down,
Take me to a fire, so I can warm my chilled flesh,
Give me a blanket, so I can sleep safe and sound,
Wrap me in your arms so I can f
Crows circled around the blazing sun, as if they expected the carnage that would soon cover this peaceful plain. Their raucous calls floated down from the sky, mingling with the sounds of clinking armor, horses and the talk of men as they busied themselves preparing for battle. Marcus licked his lips, it was hot out, beneath his mail the young mans cotton shirt was plastered to his back, soaked with sweat. He wondered how hot he would feel in the thick of battle, exerting himself, it was almost unbearably hot simply sitting hear under the sun. Raising the little tin cup to his lips for a drink the water sloshed out, into his lap. His ha
Dont leave me alone.
Here on this barren mountain,
Stripped bare by a cutting wind,
Of all trees, shelter, beauty, life.
Below me wonder blankets the hills,
Rolling easily up and down.
But that sweet view is vanishing,
Sleet blinds me,
Ice cuts into my flesh,
Numb from the cold,
Im freezing,
Ever so slowly,
Freezing to death.
Dont leave me alone.
Save me,
Carry me down from this hell on top of the world,
Once a place of beauty,
The winter storms bring death.
Take me down,
Take me to a fire, so I can warm my chilled flesh,
Give me a blanket, so I can sleep safe and sound,
Wrap me in your arms so I can f
Here comes the thunder storm's dark head rolling in,
Batten down the hatches, prepare for the danger,
The ship leaps up and down, as the waves toss her,
Water, wind, sleet, hail, shout above the din,
Foam and brine swirl about the seaman's barrow,
The driving force, the current you can't fight,
Stars fade into the clouds of the deep night,
Bitter chill seeps into bone's marrow.
The sun fights its way through a cloudy blanket,
Shining in deep places where dark things have met.
The water is calm, gently holding us.
But be wary where you put your trust,
The most glourious, beautiful gem of them all,
The fickle sea will not catch you
Narrator
The tale begins 10 years prior, when Prince Paris stole King Menelauss wife,
the beautiful Helen. He spirited her away from Sparta to his walled city of Troy. And Menelaus called for is brothers aid, so Agamemnon and Menelaus assembled a massive army and boarded them all on ships, ready to lay siege to the Trojans. But everyday as they made to set sail, fierce winds blew them back holding them in the harbor and the men grew impatient, praying to the gods, pleading to be permitted to set sail, begging to be told what they had to do to got to war. And they were told--the sacrifice of a pure maiden had to be made. So Aga
Plague, Poverty and the Church by Psychward1, literature
Literature
Plague, Poverty and the Church
Serf
*Runs into the church dragging the victim* Please Father, help my friend, shes got the plague! I cant lose another family member, I just cant, all the rest of my familys died. Will you pray for her?
Priest
Of course my child. But, this pestilence has been brought upon us because of mans horrible sinning, so, naturally, it will require extra praying, so Ill of course need some payment. *Rummages through the victims pockets*
Victim
Father *Coughs* Im afraid I dont have much
Priest
*Grumbles and pulls out a few pennies* Youre right! Youre poor as dirt, so until
Why Cleaning Is Hazardous by Psychward1, literature
Literature
Why Cleaning Is Hazardous
Late on Christmas night our downstairs toilet, currently the only functioning one in our house and unfortunately is also the one most likely to clog, overflow, spew geysers of water etc ; overflowed. Now, when I went to investigate the otherworldly noises issuing from our lavatory I discovered several things. The first was that my new socks, with pictures of giraffes on them, were absorbing some of the small sea on the tile. The second was that the seat of the toilet was up. Being as only males leave the seat up, females have a tendency to get their rears caught in the bowl if they do, and there was only one male inhabitant in our house
Thin and brittle,
The Aspen stands,
Quaking in the wind,
Its leaves stripped bare,
By winter's razor edge.
Shivering, naked,
It longs to be,
As the Pine.
Lush, green needles,
Bursting with sweet fragrance,
Cling to the tree,
Though harsh winter rages,
Like lovers' embrace,
Never to be broken.
The Aspen stands,
Cold and jealous,
Longing for its own leaves,
That dance and sing,
With the smallest breeze,
Their laughter shining,
Bright green in the sun.
The Aspen waits,
As icicles tighten their grip,
For joyous spring,
And its Treasures' return.
The little China Doll sits perfectly still in her place on the tall shelf. Her pretty little dress is crisp and clean, the lace is white as snow and no stains mar the bright floral print arranged perfectly about her. Ivory shoes shine in the sunbeams and her bonnet sits perfectly straight on her head. From beneath sweet brown curls peek out, delicate and perfectly round. Perfectly framing her perfect face. Pale china skin, smooth and cool, with a tinge of pink paint on her cheeks. Long lashes curls up from her big, beautiful baby-blue eyes. Sweet, cherry red lips, open slightly, sculpted finely, painted perfectly. The beauty of the cluttered
Manners, as many geez- senior citizens would say, are one of the many cornerstones of our world. This raises an obvious question how many friggin corners are there in this place, anyways? For that matter, how can we have corners and thus cornerstones on a world shaped like a mango? Does this have anything to do with my negative grade in geometry?
While I leave you to ponder that and forget that Ive swiped and maxed out your credit cards, Id like to note that I agree with the old far- esteemed elders: manners are important. And yet, some of the more common ones are becoming obsolete, as words or phrases
Why I should Not Make Whale Sounds during Practice
The first, foremost and obvious reason not to make whale sounds during practice is because it bothers the coaches. To some, this may seem like a nonissue they might go on about Iraq War this and abortion that but to me it is an issue of the utmost concern; I would cast my vote for the President in 08 solely on the basis of whale sounds and when not to make them. This issue defines my very being, in fact the inappropriateness of whale sounds and myself are irrevocably intertwined, and nothing shall divert me from my whale-soundless endeavors
People always telling me, be just whatcha gotta be
Even if nobody and their lil puppy understands
So Im gonna dance and do my stuff
Gonna sing and strut my stuff
Getcha groovin to the beat a my band!
Im gonna bust a move and belt it out!
Getcha all to clap and shout!
Never gonna get me on the ground!
Cause Im seein stars!
Oh yeah, yeah!
Im seein stars!
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah!
Some people only look at us
Seein tears and scars
But I cant help but look on up
Cause Im seein stars!
People always starin my way
Cruisin down along life
Why Cleaning Is Hazardous by Psychward1, literature
Literature
Why Cleaning Is Hazardous
Late on Christmas night our downstairs toilet, currently the only functioning one in our house and unfortunately is also the one most likely to clog, overflow, spew geysers of water etc ; overflowed. Now, when I went to investigate the otherworldly noises issuing from our lavatory I discovered several things. The first was that my new socks, with pictures of giraffes on them, were absorbing some of the small sea on the tile. The second was that the seat of the toilet was up. Being as only males leave the seat up, females have a tendency to get their rears caught in the bowl if they do, and there was only one male inhabitant in our house
Favourite genre of music: I like all kinds of music! ^^ Favourite cartoon character: Momiji Personal Quote: I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.
Favourite Movies
Everything Is Illuminated
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cascada. ^^ Or Basshunter...
Favourite Writers
Terry Goodkind, Emily Dickenson or Shel Silverstein (Couldn't pick... There are others too... ^
Favourite Games
Poking people
Other Interests
Reading, writing, attempting to draw, making people happy, volunteering at the zoo, and friends! ^^
I don't know whether the percent is how many we checked or didn't… So I'll count the ones not checked and if that's wrong you can figure out what the other percent is on your own. ^^
1. Smoked.
2. Drank alcohol.
X 3. Cried when someone died.
4. Been drunk
5. Had sex.
6. Been to a concert. (I'm not gonna count a school field trip or Orchestra one's I've been in…)
7. Gotten/given a handjob.
8. Gotten/given a blowjob.
X 9. Been verbally/sexually harassed.
10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody. (I don't believe so…)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 98%
11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
X 12. Laughed so hard somethin