Inazuma-desu

I never knew it was wrong To walk tiptoe, wherever I go I thought it was strength In being unique But my tendon has been shortened If it stretches it could break And with taunts and training my tolerance has lengthened My weakness is a secret I could take it all you know Your mockery, the ignorance The fright, the contagion And you sir, may tear me up inside But I shall inhale No tears of mine shall fall For I was designed to take it all So I like to think myself a warrior I'll vanquish you with silence Eviscerate the next one And him after that Wielding my abuscadoe My passive passadoes Mere soldiers can not harm me As

Last night, I had a dream Where the roads and streets Sung me a song- With lyrics proclaiming of my return To home Officials trotted behind me My safeguards pleased To do as I pleased And to protect As I pleased them to protect Their pitch black suits Their tinted glasses Simple muscular shells Giving me a sense of security As I journeyed on I always know Where it is that I am headed I follow the sidewalks Which overnight sprang up As miraculous passageways of safety Beside the dangerous highways A woman's voice sings out in a twang In a country genre "I'm coming home, Returning to my hearth where I was raised." And

Brie hung back in the shop, awkwardly shuffling her feet.  She just had nowhere else to be at the time, so she remained exposed in the silence.  The bus wouldn't come for another thirty-minutes, and it would be late.  So the girl tried something, to look at nothing.  She focused on the space of air in the middle of two floor tiles, immediately being swept into the current of her self-reflections.  This time it was her job. There are usually two types of common job complaints, money problems and the don't-enjoy-your-work issue.  This was the latter.  Brie was always interested in the arts, and why not? Art, in your school day, is for the most

The bell on the corner of the door rang as Kostya stamped into the fabric shop.  The costume designer stood silent and doe-eyed, and a tall curvaceous woman came out from behind a checkout counter to greet him.  Her hair was in ringlets, yet cut asymmetrical and short.  She walked over to Kostya and held out her hand. "Lizabeth Collins, and you must be Mr. Holub.  It's nice to meet you." She peered over her glasses as she spoke. "Pleasure." He shook her hand, and it was to talk to someone who at least acted professional.  Then she returned to the counter and he looked to the blonde.  "...And you are?" "Gabrielá....Hearst...." The girl

(An old man sits at the top of a big, round, wooden table his eyes contemplate the table and he sighs.  There are others seated at the table, their faces darkened.) "Well you see, I never said I knew what would happen after it all went black and they put me in the ground."  (The darkened faces all speak in unison with genuine curiosity) "Who are you?" (The old man looks up, and gives the impression he's looking everyone in the eye.) "I was born Mustab Kevorkian, my teachers called me Jack.  Because of my interest and fascinations with death, and my, although many say otherwise, compassion for the dying.  My peers famo

It was a day in my youth Where a headache saved my life From all sorts of torture and dismay The sun was closing up shop, he was And, like always, he took the stairs down the sky, into the polluted clouds There was no escaping the almost deathly humid air As we sat in the haunted house on the hill In the middle of suburbia There was shrieking, and writhing There was someone I loved possessed by drugs There was a man that I hadn't ever though of as a stranger, but I was wrong There was stomping, shouting, and manic depression There was me in the corner, standing stolid and afraid My familiar, uncomfortable world was shaken And wa

Born a Bonchance "Dear Diary, My name is Jewel Aria Lagore, There's a tradition in my family that when you turn 14, you get to take on the new family name and begin your own pokemon journey, I am two days away from that very day.  Two more days, but I don't know what pokemon I want to pick yet, I mean, there's a lot of them!  It's hard to imagine too, that I'm about to become a Bonchance, a celebrity, and destined to become a champion..." The pencil stopped.  I could not think of anything more that I would want to write down.  There was one more thing though, to become great like Kelsey.  It was something not hours or days away but years

She was a bombshell. Her come-hither eyelashes beckoned you to her and convinced you she was just another task like all the others. While at the same time her lips subtly emitted caution, and she silently spoke; "Try me if you dare" You tried too hard to complete her, ideas raced through your head and you paced in circles over and over again. You tried to think of a way and you couldn't. After you sat down a failure and submitted into the arms of Sleep Under the not so watchful eye of Night. Then that's when she crept through the front door before stalking stealthily through the halls. She was a cat and the world was her walk.

What you said The things that ripped and slashed And almost bled victims to their deaths You don't take responsibility for their pain As they slowly suffer and their world descends in one tragic spiral From only one foul swoop And they're lucky to be alive And you don't care You don't care because "it's not your fault" You have a hard life and everyone's sympathy While your prey tumbles over and over again Scarred and sore from trying to escape They almost died And it's okay Because you'll forget it in the morning You will probably never know what became of those souls The ones that believed they lived to please Who would loo

I dream of the day When one of those "so I was thinking about youuuu" Or "Hey remember that time?" Or "I MISS YOU!" Messages are sent to me But no, my inbox is empty Void of those friendships that weren't supposed to fail The ones that were supposed to bridge gaps The best friends to end the possibilities for any others I may have moved, but we were a chain of spider silk Stronger than kevlar and expendably to infinite bounds Yet when I moved, somehow I still burned up the links By being too busy to call By listening to rap By hanging out with the populars By playing volleyball By going to parties I destroyed those relati