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Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'
- Aloe Blacc.
'Think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise'
- Phil Collins.
Times Square subway station. 8.56am. Rush hour. Hundreds of commuters are making their stressful journeys to work, power walking through the station and jostling each other to get onto their various trains. Streams of people pass through the station like swarms of bees, like wilde
Got The Time Mister?Life is short. A hundred years sounds mammothian. It swells in your mouth and tumbles heavily off the tongue. A hundred years. It deceives us, life is short. Life is too short to accept sadness. To resign yourself to misery. Sometimes these things happen to us, and that is alright, but to choose to cloak ourselves with chain-mail before swimming in the lake at twilight... well. Life is short.
Life is too short to hate your job, you only get one shot at this experience of the universe (even if you believe in reincarnation you will never be this person again). Life is too short to accept friends, lovers or family who damage you, in any manner.
Have You?Have you ever tasted of a true-to-life tragicomedy so
vacant and bleak, that you are left with a vision as
entangled as your intestines after being bloodied by
your ulcer's streak?
Have you truly ever felt so helpless that all the broken
branches, falling leaves and raindrops make you remember
your invalid limbs and senses, that you pray for the most
wretched tornado to come your way and rip you barbarically
for the world to see?
Have you stood like a drowned cadaver in front of your own
bathroom mirror, cursing the day the universe decided your
conception, and all the hideousness of being that you are
meant to participate in and
Omniscient"What is something you wish to learn from me?"
A straightened back. A gentle smile.
"I want to learn everything there is to learn. And some that isn't."
A icy face. A deepening scowl.
"It is impossible to know everything."
The smile dims, and brightens again.
"I can try."
A cold laugh dies down.
"What is something- one thing- that you wish to know?"
There is silence.
"I have realized what I wish to learn."
A determined face, set in stone.
"I wish to know what makes something impossible."
HumanitySometimes, one wonders about the very values and forgotten simplicity in human life.
Is it better, after all, to resign yourself and allow yourself to be captured or brought to your knees in struggle, rather than go on fighting against a superior force? How strong is the will of humankind, and the good qualities of kindness and decency when placed under threat? Will people help one another when struck by calamity? Will they stand up to it, fight against it, try and make something better of it and of themselves, or will they collapse under the pressure of it and cave in?
Does society crumble when something greater than themselves threatens to place stress in the matters of humans and the idleness of their lives? Do people go back to feeding their own needs, should something go wrong in all that they consider normality, ignorant of the sufferings of others and the greater intricacies of what makes a person human?
It’s strange, too, just looking at how taken humans are to arts and a
Teen Titans Go! Canonically Incorrect?Teen Titans Go! – Canonically Incorrect?
(This entry is not an attempt to enlighten anyone to current events. People might have already come across what I’m talking about. But in case some people have not, on with the entry!)
*THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS VERY, VERY MILD, BARELY PREVALENT LANGUAGE.*
Well Teen Titans fans, the new cartoon series for the Titans, Teen Titans Go!, has been on the air for four weeks now. I don’t know about most of you guys, but I personally find this show quite entertaining! I had my doubts in the beginning; I was really worried that the show was going to bomb, not really because of the design the s
BraveryBravery, some people say, isn't a thing that a lot of people have, and cowardice is what most of the population of this world thrive upon. Unfortunately, many people agree with this theory, which is just as disappointing as it is stupid and ignorant. Now who ever decided upon this opinion, I would like to wring your neck and leave you out in the sun to shrivel up and die - but that would take a whole lot of bravery, and according to you, bravery isn't something I have, is it? I think, if you decided that everyone else around you lacks all the bravery that you have then I think that really, it is you who is the coward. Because only a coward wo
The Real MonsterThis is it.
This is the power to change the world.
In my hands....
I can do it.
I can change the world.
I can bring peace.
I can bring prosperity.
I can help people.
I can save lives.
I can do it.
I have the power.
This power, resting within me.
However, progress requires sacrifice.
People may die.
People will die.
Does that make it my fault?
I, who only wanted to make things better?
Why am I the one to blame?
People die every day; deaths completely unrelated to the actions of any one person.
Why, then, do you insist on opposing me?
What have I ever done to you?
All I want is to bring change.
Almost Human - Chapter 3: UnderestimatedBatman swooped down the building as fast as his grappling hook allowed. As soon as his boots made contact with the hard and unforgiving alleyway pavement he rushed to the fallen clown. The Joker landed in a collection of metal garbage tins, he was still breathing. The cans must've broken his fall. Batman approached him; the jester opened his eyes and let out some weak laugh. "Ow… that kinda – hurt," he giggled as he attempted to stand.
"Don't move, you're injured!" called the detective as he helped the Joker lay against the side of the building.
"This is nothing darling, just had a slight fall," he was bleeding from his mouth a
Halt and Reverse (Future to Past) Many eons away, our descendants rise to glory within their palaces that we once knew as a regular city. Historical buildings are torn down, their futuristic designs replacing them in a rigid and curved shape. Dark colors, or “sinful” colors as they call them, do not exist during their time. Only do bright colors, or “saint” colors, bring about a heavenly feel. Smiles are only plastered upon their faces, while saddened faces are forbidden and if seen, the individual is executed. This world is the definition of a utopian society and their motto is simple: “Forget the past, sadness is a disease and highly contagiou
You're doing it wrong.I sat alone for hours before I saw her. Rising slowly next to me, the truth appeared.
First I helped her shaking off the remnants of tiny lies which remained attached to her body.
-You’re doing something wrong. - She then said in a soft and brittle voice.
Truest of the truths. Naked and raw. Lost and still hiding. I pulled her by her fragile and delicate hand. Sad body consumed by the monsters created by the ones to whom I’d spoken. But, unavoidably, she started slipping away once more.
The poor little thing clung to my arm contracting her week muscles. She tried and tried and tried.
I knew she would fall and disappear before my
The Litany of Flame: Dragon Guard prayerFrom fire, we are born,
With fire, we consume,
With fire, we protect,
Without fire, we have no purpose,
As the fire burns through our veins, we serve,
As our hearts fill with the breath of a thousand Dragons, we stand firm,
As our minds and souls tame the un-tamed, we march,
On the eve of battle, our fire spreads across countless worlds,
And at the dawn, our fire shall remain,
For none can destroy the souls of Dragons.
-------------Attributed to Lady Mairis, Matriarch of the Dragon Guard------------------
night.lighti took a walk to that place where we ran for our lives.
in the darkness of night
the forest seemed to be against us.
roots grasping for our ankles,
branches coveting our eyes.
you followed me
into the dirty river
and you led me
to the clearing.
we made it through;
your clothes torn,
your hands bloodied.
both of us with mud on our shoes
and bruises on our legs.
we found safety and i could not speak,
i couldn't breathe.
in the light of day
those trees are not so consuming.
the route of our painful escape is far more tranquil than my imagination wants to remember.
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