spaztic-one

My Eternal Curse: Since the time I was awakened, From the dawn I lived and breathed. I have always walked alone, For I carry a dark disease. No matter where I go, No matter where I'm born. Always it will reveal itself, Always I am torn. The moon will shine from cloudless heavens, And soon the change will take it's place. My fangs will grow and fur will sprout, It is my deep and dark disgrace... Silverback, they called me, Bane of men and beast alike. Knights and templar, each and all, Sought to have me on a pike. I've killed so many countless men, They are faceless in my waking dreams. Bones shall litter the depths of my la

Kind Gentle Creative Pure Such words To describe An artist Such as she She has a creative spirit Full of magnificent ideas With the wave of her brush Can bring artwork to life She shows us worlds Beyond our very own Full of magic and wonder That sparks our imagination A wonderful friend With a pure heart An angel to all She is a wonderful person A friend you can always count on Who will cheer you up when blue To make your day magical When she is there for you She is a wonderful friend Someone you can count on Who always pulls through For her best friends She is a dream-maker Who makes wonderful art Be it crayon

every peaceful night with glimpsing stars and bright moondust, there's someone alone listening to Damien Rice and counting the tears which are falling slowly from glassy, tired yet restless eyes blurred watered reflection of yellow flaming candlelight, think of what demons are willing to haunt you while writing fresh mistakes [i don't have enough paper] this life will never be the copy of picture painted in my still-naive mind: everybody are loving you enemies are crying at the tweet of your laughter friends are fuckingly loyal everything is so fuckingly perfectly idyllic don't tell the children stories with happily-ever-after e

Hello, my name is Anonymous and I am a bully. I have always been the girl who gets what she wants, especially in high school. I had them all under my finger. Students, staff and the PTA. Then this new girl came to my school, my territory. Her name was Anna. There was this boy I liked. He was that guy, and he was the one thing I still wanted. I'd had guys but that guy was the one Then Anna came along. I knew, when I saw them together exactly what she was thinking. She liked that guy too. She was getting in my way. Anna was sweet and charming and such a cutie, that guy was bound to fall for her. I was jealous. I decided to play a joke on he

He's a real pizza man Proposing his bad tax plan Making not a bit of sense To anyone Has some scary points of view, More taxes for me and you Smoke and smiles are all that he can do Pizza man, please listen It's some common sense you're missing Pizza man, the campaign's your freak show! He's obtuse as he can be, Just a book tour, honestly, Pizza man, can you campaign at all? Pizza man, go grab some sauce Pepperoni, you're the boss Leave the sausage So the poor get screwed Has some scary points of view, More taxes for me and you Smoke and smiles are all that he can do He's a real pizza man Proposing his bad tax plan Makin

Safety pins and drawn on stitches, on a teenager no less painted lips and glassed eyes, maybe ignoring her is best beaded metal and dulling ink, the fakest smile known to man, she listens to her music, to which no others are a fan dark clothing and a single tear, she'll be alright, dispite her being a smart enough girl, her future isn't bright gothic scene and writing hand, alone in her room she stays, empty bottles and Amy Lee, her mind is always going stray icey eyes and multi-shade hair, in it's own style of course, she is always so depressed, a smile is always forced comic books and video games, this gothic girl's a n

My destiny is foretold Burnt into my life The fire in my heart Burning brightly in my strife But fire is my element It will walk me out of pain As my comrades of burning heat Will help towards my gain They will never abandon me The world is at our feet They are my friends and so am I Heartily fire we shall meet The ground will burn and tremble When my pokemon arrive Nothing is in our way As our flames will stay alive

Around 2002 we move from our small house to a bigger one on the mountainside.  It is closer to my elementary school, where I am accepted into the Magnet program.  My first day of school is scary. Around 2005 my family and I go to Europe to see Spain, France, and Italy.  We cram clothes into small suitcases, a feat never to be repeated.  Italy is the best. Around 2003 I tell my crush that I had liked him the previous year.  He says that he had liked me, too, but now only thought of me as a friend.  I agree that it was the same with me.  It is a lie. Around 1999 we go to Disneyland for our summer vacation.  There are ducks sitting near out t

In the throne room the boy is fighting the Queen. Using the sword of the Queen to attack, but the Queen use the shadows to defend herself and attack the boy with all her power. The battle is fierce,the boy run to grab... the sword that can save his life and his soul, from becoming nothing but darkness... He is running... (He has to hast,he has to use his agility to pass trough the shadows of the Queen,and survive. But this is not an easy challege.) Being fast he survive and attack, the shield of the Queen with the sword, But the sword bounce and he have to run, searching for it before he dies, consumed by the shadows of the Q

There was a moment in my life, When I didn't know if you Were the one for me, All I knew was that having you In my mind made everything so much better, There was always bright sides To everything I went through. But now i know You're not the one For me, You're the one for her... I hear the moon at night Telling me tales of you and me, How we used to be The laughs and cries The fights, break ups then make ups.... Reminding me how you used to be, Reminding me of the old you, The real you... Now I just feel like Bursting like the sun to Should you i'm over it, That I'm Over You.

My morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning. The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom

Sometimes metamorphism isn't enough To explain away the changing of the seasons And sometimes I we me need to rethink and rewrite The worlds that have been lost to so many people Places things forget the grammar and may all The neologisms live in peace in a language made of Improvisation information regurgitation Toss away all hymns to the idolatry and heresy because Damn all those that decide religion lacks for them Religion is rethought rewrote in them O hallelujah Cynical drivel of those looking for a future that Has odd scars and odd beauty and I'd like to Forget something that is irrational so that just For another secon

Midsummer dawned bold and bright when she cast on me her Solstice Eyes-the longest day of the year- she was too alluring to resist-but the truth is I was too tightly intoxicated on her aroma to try, she was a tidal wave that pulled me under and I a fish fumbling against the current, and when I was finally submerged it was then I found you...snapping off the heads of tulips and leaving their stems to bleed out their soured milk, I never knew that you would do the same to me until it was too late, I guess love between humans is never meant to last, sizzling out like the last ray of a dying Star, if only people could love as purely as an animal