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TickingTick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
Moments leading to more limbo.
Ashen second to more grayness.
A neverending sludge of perpetual jadedness.
When will it end?
Will it end?
The suffocating tedium, unabated.
Forever haunting, permeating time and space
With its monotonous tendrils,
Gripping reality to a standstill.
A vicegrip upon the very essence of chronology.
Tick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
FogThe shifting haze, drifting figures
Here a lover, there a friend.
Out of reach, always there
Specters forever haunting.
Wisps of time forever gone
Never seen by worldly eyes.
Ghosts beheld only by the walker.
A fog swirls, things are hidden
Those far away invisible to the eye
Looking forward, only darkness
Never known until its past.
Each step, a fleeting instant
Out of that darkness and into the fog
Everyone, everything, lived in but a moment.
Oh, that the specters would follow
Keeping company along this journey,
Instead of being left behind.
More shadowed with every step.
HoleWondrous majesty, churning in the sky.
Power of the mightiest gods.
Who can withstand its might?
Behold! Rivers spiral inward, never escaping.
Smothering blindness, death to all
Oh, you Awesome Beast, never ceasing your banquet.
Cannot you quench your eternal thirst,
Or satisfy that insatiable hunger?
Woe to any who embrace your touch.
For they will feel your tremendous crushing weight.
BEGONE you slavering tyrant!
Let them GO from your mighty grasp!
For your darkness is no friend to creativity!
To the primordial sea that gives life to all.
I pity you.
You cannot sustain yourself.
Oh! How radiant you were in a distant past.
Spreading warmth and light to a multitude.
But how you disposed of it all.
A mere shadow you have become.
Feasting upon others, a slave to your own destruction.
For if only you had the grace to die
Like your fellows, humble as they were.
Yet all you do is dabble in Dark Arts,
Consuming all in your fight for power.
Your greed denying to others
The very life you disca
RipplesRipples spead upon the lake,
Moving water in their wake.
Oh so gently, lillies move
To the beat of ripple's groove.
Plip! A drop. More ripples form.
Move the reeds they now adorn.
Cover rocks but for a moment,
Making wet in their enjoyment.
More drops fall from twigs and leaves,
More the quiet movement weaves.
Weaving with it's melody
Web of life and harmony.
GrayGray skies to the horizon, clouds block the stars
Air stands still, nothing moves, quiet fills all.
A figure sits amid stone pillars, contemplating
The road he must take in his journey
Alas, to the left lies shadows and thorns
And many perils mark the way
Yet a gentle breeze invites the traveller
Speaking of brightness and healing touch
To the right, many clouds, flowers dot the path
Yet deep within their petals, a mournful smell
Like hidden tears and silent sobs
Sounds of regret and pain everywhere
Which the path that's to be taken?
Pain and darkness for the wisper of truth
Or slight beauty in the way towards gray
That never ceases, bringing fog
Go for the thorns, towards the shadow
For in the hard time, you'll be strong
Go towards promise of the sweetness
Of no regret, and of ever-joy.
CompassI'm so lost, I cannot find
My way through this maze
Do I go left? How about right?
Or maybe I'll go upward.
Oh no, a dead end, now what?
Maybe left in the intersection.
No, that's another dead end too.
This is so confusing.
Onward, onward, though this maze
Let not dead ends laden your soul
Persistence, Courage, Wisdom too
Let these be your Compass guides.
Look a new path! A new place!
Onward, Onward, don't stop now
Close are we to getting out
From this tangled up place.
Compass, point me! Lead me out!
That way's North, let us go east!
There it is, the exit now,
We have made it out, Hooray!
Thank you, Compass, for your help
In our time of greatest need.
Thank you, Persistence, Courage, Wisdom
Thank you, for all your support.
WordsWhat was that, what did you say?
Little known are those words here.
Peace? Laughter? Ever-joy?
I know not those words, I fear.
Sorrow? Pain? Misery?
Those are words I know quite well.
Deep chains bind me, force feed me
These words chase me as from Hell.
Hope, you say? What is Hope?
No more pain and grief for me?
No, Hope does not exist in this place.
Hope is not a thing to be.
Scorching Fires, Choking Ashes
Play me as a worn out drum
Pounding, striking, never leave me
Pain to much to be endured by some.
BEGONE, foul demons! Torture me not!
Desist the torment of my Soul!
Scatter now, and let me be!
Let my life be one and whole!
Peace, quiet, tranquility
Are these things I'll never reach?
Hope you say? What is Hope?
Tell me now, I do beseech.
Turmoil, nothing else I knew,
Hope, a word of nothingness.
Seek a new Life? Pray for strength?
No more will I know distress?
What was that? What did you say?
mini fic - Mariand visita al psicologo una tarde en el consultorio de psicologia...
Doctor: toma asiento y siéntate por favor
Doctor: ¿como te llamas?
Doctor: ¿mariand que?
M: ¡que pepinos le importa!
Doctor: bueno, ¿que te trae por aquí?
M: mis amigas me obligaron sobre mi voluntad ¬¬
Doctor: te noto molesta...
M: ¡no quería venir!
Doctor: bueno, bueno, te haré algunas preguntas ¿de acuerdo?
M: como quiera...
Doctor: dime algo que odies
M: que los peces de cece entren a mi cuarto
Doctor: como podrían entrar peces a tu cuarto O_o
M: pues en una pecera ¿no?
Doctor: de acueerdo, que mas
M: emm, bueno en general, que cualquier ser viviente entre a mi cuarto
Doctor: ¿alguna de tus compañeras lo ah hecho?
M: no creo que les convenga hacerlo
Doctor: ¿tienes mascotas mariand?
M: si, una serpiente llamada fraude y un gato llamado chesstre :3
Doctor: una ¿s-sepiente?
M: sii... *habla pausadamente*
... Merry Birthday, Jeff!!!*
Hello Gorgeous, pretty fella!
Would write you a complete novella
of young and charming Cinderella
draped with but a pink umbrella,
munching beef with Salmonella -
however - great. You are in luck:
my pen is simply grossly stuck!
Mean and tricksy midnight puck
with firm blessings stuffed 'n tucked
it in none too small a scale
well underneath the fluffy tail
~ of a well fed mongoose duck!
... Oh, ye gods!!!
What ever are we now to do?!!
Here's a quirky point of view:
let us fill her with fine brew;
for until she finds the loo -
our common goal we can't pursue!
So, in the Merry month of May,
- or July - whichever way -
run, have fun - enjoy your play
and dip thine whiskers in soufflé
of gifts and wishes: a neat soiree
(that we are) we cheer and say:
~ long live our Jeffy on this saintly Day!
Nothing But FrustrationNothing works
My head just wont work right tonight
No rhythm flows with what I compose
My rhymes just don't work out sometimes
Nothing to read
Nothing to sing
The songs I sing just have no ring
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Everything I say is just too cliché
Nothing to write
Nothing to blend
Blend is just stupid so this is the end
How To Be A LadyBe kind and gentle
Remember! Nothing is accidental.
Remember all the little things
Never dip your feet, even in the most gentle of springs.
Never neglect your gentleman callers
No matter how much he hollers.
Your voice must be soft and gentle
Loud noises are vile and considered mental.
Never take wine with your afternoon tea
And a lady should never beg or plea.
Cloths should always be perfect, skirts never distraught
A parasol brought whenever it is hot.
No matter how rich, always act humble
And a lady, would never fumble.
A lady should always know when to use each fork
and how to eat her pork.
Always remember to lower your head
When greeted by another, even one you dread.
Now, remember your manners and never make a racket
or you might end up in a straight jacket.
Why Dogs are Better Than CatsA dog has a lot to do,
But you already to that,
and so this is a poem all about
why dogs are better than cats.
First, let's talk about night,
Since night gives most of us some fright;
Dogs will sleep all through the day (except when they have to play, of course)
But if an intruder knocks on the door,
A dog will roll up off the floor,
And bark, and bark, and bark.
And say the intruder didn't knock,
The dog will not exactly bark,
But will come up to the bad guy
wagging its tail,
Distracting the bad fellow with endless kisses.
Then Mom will know something is amiss,
Since someone in the house is getting kissed,
and everyone is safe in bed,
So a bad guy must be wanting fed;
So the Mom will come down and bring out the chicken,
Or at least that's what Fido thinks,
Then she'll feed Fido first, and then the bad guy,
Who wants to be fed
And everyone will be happy because Fido got chicken, and petted, and so forth.
Oviously there is no need for point two,
Because it should be very clear to you,
blind justicecaught in the act
a selfie to boot
should not have posed
so close to the loot
darn social media
a souvenir is fine
but don't show the whole world
who committed the crime
when all the evidence
is so easy to find
only hope that justice
will truly be blind
A Case of Identity: James WindibankA/N: By Jove!" he continued, flushing up at the sight of the bitter sneer upon the man's face, "it is not part of my duties to my client, but here's a hunting crop handy, and I think I shall just treat myself to--"
“Mr. James Windibank,
Those who play games of sin we spank.”
Holmes raises his hunting crop…
“Oh, is that the time? I mustn’t stop!”
(wild clatter of steps upon the stairs)
Never A Happy EndingOver a Beer a Psychologist once told me...that there are only a few that he never truely understood,
and the worst out of the whole lot,
was that Little Miss Red Riding Hood.
She told him lies and would often storm of in a huff,
from day one he knew...'this little girl was going to be tuff'.
She told him how...she would cut with a knife,
any Wolf...that would dare give her any strife.
This bitterness she carried with her...through out her whole life,
she never once found love...or was to become someones wife.
In old age... her good vision was lost,
and to this...any poor four legged creature, with its life...would unfortunately pay the cost.
Stuck growing old...as a little fairytale girl,
she ended up going insane...claiming everything had a Wolf like smell.
Then she got institutionalised...when she thought granny was a Wolf...and threw her down the Well.
With more beer...the Psychologist...more tales, he started to tell,
Then there was Prince Charming....who never really got over his
Too Much InformationFor many years I have delayed,
But now I’m tired of waiting,
For now I feel mature enough
To tackle online dating
I think I must be honest,
And say it’s been a while,
Since last I had a lady friend,
But here goes with my profile:
Name and Appearance:
My name (for shame) is Stinky Stan
My body odour’s rank,
My parents gave this rotten name,
I’ve changed it now to Hank.
I think I’m almost six foot tall,
My body’s large and lumpy
I dress in the most drabbest clothes,
And others say I’m frumpy.
My eyes are beady buttons;
For my nose I lack the words,
And brown warts grow upon my cheeks
That look like squishy turds.
My lips are non-existent,
And I have rotten teeth,
My chin has yet another chin,
My neck is thin and scraggy,
My teeth are falling out,
My penis bends in such a way,
It’s like a teapot spout.
My knees are quite arthritic,
My elbows sharp and thin,
My chest is just pathetic,
and my stomach’s
The Night Before SkypemasTwas the night before Skypemas
and all through the chat
not a creature was stirring
not even Zark at that.
The tyops were quiet
The chat topic cleared
And there was no talk
of Bob and Pho's beard.
From Robit's end, silence
From Clorin's end too
And Tiny was not heard
speaking to WQ.
When suddenly, lo!
A Great Thing came forth
And Anne exclaimed
Go look at the Source.
For Hussie declared
That an update should be
And so it was made
That was His decree!
And DM and GC
and Yoss, Al, and Psych
Cheered at the good tidings
That came there that night.
And Rissa came dancing
Doc quietly nodded
Even JA was happy
for the good that was brought..ed
And so they all said
on computer screens bright
"Happy Updates to all
and to all a Good Night!"
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