Malcom The Transexual FishOnce upon a time there was a fish. This fish was red with a blue tail. His name was Malcom. The other fish made fun of him because of his blue tail. They would call him names like ugly, stupid and sweetie. They called him sweetie cuz he was a male and they were supposed to have red tails, while the females had blue tails. He would come home everyday from school beat up and crying because of the torment the other fish put him through. To make matters worse his faher would get drunk on freshwater and would hit Malcom's mother with his pelvic fins. He would also call her a "tuna" which is the human eqivalant to a "slut". Malcom couldn't find any help cuz no one liked him. He decided to run away and go to a shelter for abused fish. After swimming for what seemed like days he arrived at the The Abused Fish of the Pacific Shelter. To his surprise when he walked in the owner said "We don't take your kind." "What do you mean?" Malcom responded almost in tears. He thought to himself "Do they ha
Fall Out Boy Spelt OutFor the corpses of all my past mistakesA penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insidesLight a match to leave me beLoaded words and loaded friendsOn the same old lonelinessUsed to waste my time dreaming of being aliveTo my favorite liar, to my favorite scarBut you could pay to close it like a casketOldest movie I ever saw was the one we wrote togetherYoure a canary, Im a coal mine.
The HighlanderBorn in the ancient Highland hills,Wielding a sword with the greatest skillForever living by the force of his willTo survive, he knows, that he must killAny who stand in his way, until,The day he reaches the very endWhen the last one to hell he will sendHis heart will no longer break or bendThe wounds of his soul then will mendOnce he returns homeward wendHis strong spirit will always live onFar, far after he is goneA bright golden headdress he will don,Once the final battle he's wonThan back to the Highland hills he'll yon.
Ender's GameI've barely livedAnd lived too muchI've done great thingsWithout a touchI've destroyed a speciesIn a gameThen in realityTo their worlds we cameI kill with empathyMy understanding too greatI know how they thinkI know their deaths dateI hate who I amFor saving our livesBut that's why I did itSo we could still striveThey've made me a killerBut I'm no beastI don't want to harmI just want peaceMy mind's become a martyrYet the greatest living of allI understand tacticsBut not beauty's blunt callI was the futureNow I'm the pastI almost lost sanityI gained friends to lastMy name is EnderAnd this is my gameI'm only 11 right nowBut I have no child's brain
TnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 1Marie PovPude sentir que algo se aproximaba, que mi respiración se aceleraba de una manera increíble algo malo iba a pasar, volteé con angustia para descubrir que Tommy estaba caído en el suelo, sentí como las lágrimas caían de mis ojos, fui directo hacia él. Lo cogí entre mis brazos apoyando su cabeza en mis piernas dobladas; traté de pronunciar palabra pero ninguna salió de mi boca, volví a tratar de decir algo está vez si pude.- T-Tommy – hable por fin, se escuchaba casi como un susurro - ¿Q-Quien te hizo esto?Él solo me miro por unos instantes entre triste y desolado, al verlo así no pude evitar cerrar mis ojos y llorar, pero en un instante sentí como una mano acariciaba mi mejilla de una manera suave y linda, regresé a mirarle.- ¡Ey…! – suspiró – Sabes que no me gusta verte llorarMe dio gracia en ese instante y solo di una carcajada- Eso, así
A storm in springtimeNo draft of wellspring drawsthe same effusive sighas wildflowers on the grasswhen windstorms flyin violent, happy, guststhrough speckled shoots of bloomsand cattail reeds bent over bankscut deep with clouding plumes.I feel in weathered breathsthis sudden shock of spring:then drops of rain; your parted hairto which they cling,and suddenly the flushof overburdened cloudsall rushing to the drier groundto weep their desperate joy aloud.The dampened scent of sweetenthralling gentle flowersenraptured in the air,weighed low from bowersof starlit blossom treesnow settles on your skinand draws between your dusted touchto cloud the rushing blood within.I drink of clouded wellsdeep in the draining earthwhere water tastes of bloodand then--of birth.
Logic In Wonderland"We're all mad Here!"Yes.Well, if you're mad Thereand I'm Here as wellthat means I'm mad too!And if Here is Thereand that is Everywhere,then one would thinkthat includes you!I'm mad,you're mad,we're all madHERE.And if Everywhere is Anywherethat makes the whole worldThereand if Here is There or Anywhere,that would make the whole world mad too!It's a mad, mad placewhen Everyone is mad.It's a funny, funny placein this crazy landbut if the world is madand we are too,Here, There, Anywhereeven to Timbuktu,and if the whole world is madand thinks the same,then that would meanno one is madeveryone is just very,very sane.
The Guardian AngelI am, and always will be, the guardian angelMeant to protect your heartDefend your innocenceAnd forever serve the lightMy soft touch will heal your bodyMy lilting voice will soothe your soulMy caring eyes will give you strengthMy white wings will protect you from darknessI will help you to continue onThrough darkness, heartache, painHeal what the dark has done unto youAlways be near when you callI will watch as you walk away from meWith happiness in your soul againFor this is what brings me true delightTo guide the lost, to lead the followersI ask nothing from you in returnThough some wish to bruise my bodyI will stand tall for those who need meThe lost souls within the last worldI remain alone, I stand aloneWhat I am is both a gift, a curseAnd in order to protect youI must defend myself
Losswhatshe askednot smilingshould I do nowliving with the memory of your losses?
PianistHis fingertips splashed through the ivory keysWith ripples that scattered in rowsWhile windows bloomed petals of watery pinksEach kissing his cheeks with a glowReleasing his notes like a bird caged in springHe untangled the keys from their dinMaking sense of a sequence not meant to be seenHe etches them deep in his skin.He performs for the windows and plays for the hallsThe curtains will sway in his songThe picture frames quiver and jump from the wallsBeneath the great rush of his palms.So I open my window, before I lay restJust to capture a trace of his spawnIt's been years since I've heard it, but still I awaitfor the chime of the Pianist's song.
Rain and MizeryWatching the rain,Ignoring this pain.No feelings of joy,I'm still just a boy.All I feel is sad,That makes me mad.The rain hasn't stopped,My mizery can't be topped.