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Together We Are Strong"So warm," I hear a small voice whisper.

I sigh and get up from where I was uncomfortably laying. The sand moves beneath my body and sticks to my sweaty palms. Why we had chosen to come to the beach during winter, I will never understand. I stand up stiffly and look up at the sky; dawn is approaching.

"What are you doing, big brother?" my little sister calls, her high pitched voice again penetrating the cold, silent air of the beach. She is sitting next to the fire it had taken me an hour to make, warming her hands near it. She is wearing our only blanket around her small, shaking shoulders.

I don't reply to her question, but instead take

MinesweeperLife is like a game of Minesweeper.

Nobody really knows what it is or how to get through it.

Sometimes you get stuck in difficult situations, and you just want to start over.

You're driven to giving up.

You make stupid choices.

You're driven to take guesses and leaps of faith; sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

You just click the wrong button, and it ends up ruining everything.

Once in a while, you're given a huge handout. Other times, just a small piece.

You don't know why you keep going on with it.

But you're damn well not going to close out the window before you win.

Chorus Of Confliction"Chorus Of Confliction"

He threw her in a metal chair
Handcuffed wrists; pulled back hair
Stripping her almost completely bare
She wasn't going anywhere
What perfect timing as of now
For their parents had been out of town
What a way for siblings to behave
He had prepared for her an unmarked grave
This time she was going to hear him out
Annoyed by her pleas and pouts
He placed the tape onto her mouth
Her pleas now just muffled shouts
He had told her she had better stop
He warned her like a constant clock
She liked to rain on his parade
Turning nights into darkened shades
He knew he had to do this to her
Still he couldn't b

White: PrologueI am a body.
That is all.
I write to write.
I read to read.
I breathe for the sake of breathing.
I go to school because all the other children do.
I eat to eat, and I drink to drink.
There is no purpose to my life.
Everything around me is white- the walls are a spotless, blinding white. The chalkboard is a yellow-white, and the chalk is a grey-white. All the children in my class have different shades of white skin and hair, silvery irises and grey pupils. So am I. The boys in my class call me "beautiful" and "pretty". Some say I am "kind" and "sweet". This does not affect me in any way. Our parents have arranged marriages, so even if

HATEYou try too hard to think
That it's not the case
That hate is just born like that
But what you deny
Is the truth
Hate can be born out of love
And envy
Even though you know it
Inside of you there is this
Little voice that whispers the truth
You try hard to ignore it
And not to see it
And to mask it
You hate more
But in the end you are
Just a person who
Lusts for love...
Don't hide it
And don't run away from yourself
Just face it and you will see more clearly...

Daddy...?Ambulance for you
Racing by the house
Mom just called
It races for you

Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back

The doctors told
your brains bleed
inside your head
your veins burst.

Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back

Daddy...?

Work Force CycleWork Force Cycle
From the day you're born,

You're called to be special.

You go to school and college.

You "learn" the curriculum.

Mathematics, literature, history…

You download that information,

because you need it.

Creativity, you say?

Don't bother with that.

It doesn't follow the curriculum.

Just download the knowledge

and

you're ready for reality.

Oh, you say you aren't special?

Don't say that, you're quite special.

Now let's see …

You are going to be a businessman.

What, you say you want to be an artist?

No, that won't due.

That won't make you special.

A job like that can't give you:

Money

Rules

Power…

What, yo

The Panic Attack.There is a broken
cuckoo clock in your throat,
a mechanical stranger
brewing ale in your windpipe,

and this what it feels like
to drown in your own thoughts,
gasping, gasping, gasp -

Your heart is a poorly designed
automaton attacking itself
hoping it will be reborn as a
piano instead of a failing organ,

and this is what it feels like
to drown in your own thoughts,
gasping, gasping, gasp-

Your brain is the lacuna
between who you are and
who you want to be, an
oil leak that only you can see,

and this is what it feels like
to drown in your own thoughts,
gasping, gasping, gasp-

Down down downTell me it's just a phase
not knowing who I am
But it's been much more than days
and I still don't understand

I feel like I am wrong
I never do it right
Oh I'm really not that strong
I don't think I'll win the fight.

Build a wall, standing tall
can't you hear my call

Pieces of my heart breaking down down down
Everytime the world is spinning round round round
Can anybody see
The pain inside of me
Or do you all enjoy just watching me bleed

The wall I'm building high
it's raising everytime
everytime I want to cry
when you make me hurt inside

Build a wall, standing tall
can't you hear my call

Pieces of my heart breaking down

sirensmamma always used to warn me
about the boys i'd run with.

"if you ain't careful
he'll tempt your heart
right out of your
chest
and into his open hands."

i drowned out her words with
heavy laughter
heavy drinking
heavy touching

and the next time i turned around
i saw my

heart

splayed right in his palms

SisterI am so fed up.

It's the last period of the day, and I just want to go home.

Just a few more minutes...

Can't he please wait just a few more minutes to keep talking?

Because, to be honest, I'm really tired of hearing him speak.

"Sis!" he calls in a not-so-very-discreet whisper across the room, earning him glares from other people around him.

The girl he called to turns around in her seat and faces him, though she is clearly not his sister. There is a perplexed smile on her face as she tries to decode his frantic hand gestures. She rolls her eyes as if this was a normal occurrence to her (which it probably was) and continues with what sh

Love is a DiesiesI am a mad-man, nothing more,
Who is too foolish to turn away.
Who dares to knock on the forbidden door,
Who doesn't understand why he decays.

A mad-man who does not understand
The grief the diesies brings.
Who grabs his untrusting loved ones hand,
Who answers when the Grimm Reaper rings.

No medications can cure the illness
Of those infected by the diesies.
For love brings no relief besides numbness
As it fullfils its deadly deeds.

Drowning, suffocating, undeniable death
Is what comes to those who are ill.
Who curse their foolish desires to love
Who try to reclimb but fall to Life's Hill.

I pity thee who falls so easily
Under death's taun

Lumen Naturae ~ The Light of Nature and Darkness ~~In the brotherhood of darkness — the sacred
candle is a flame that cannot be seen, yet is the
most beautiful jewel of light~

Thru silvery mists I wandered, invoking spirits
Skyclad, spellbound in the poetry of the wind;
where shamans roam, lone and dreaming
— Serpents whispering in the wilderness of soul:
"seek you me... fall thee unto the light of darkness"
And I peered, lusting, deep into twilight-feasting
Forest spectres poured worlds upon my breath;
like plumes of incandescent shadows caressing

Rising in awakened visions and creation foretold
Covet I, the ether within — the primordial dark
Swirling in a fever of supernatur

haze rainshe is empty inside her bud

she blooms until the suds of the sea

gather around his skinny knees

she wants to hear the sum

of everything ring around her rosemary

country side

i'm a little alive inside

if anything else is right, can you

carry me through the world with you?

i'm not alright inside

i'm not bright enough to ignite you, i'm too weak to

fight you

i'm never alright.

you woke up in the middle of night

i watched the sun rise

you watched the stars align

i waited for the call

you waited through the fall

you were my antidote, you were my vital sign

be my somebody

i'm so lonely

be mine, little love

i'm not alright insi

Water Bomb"Water Bomb"

Everyday my little boat
Becomes filled with more and more water
My shoes are starting to get soaked
Like lambs unaware in the slaughter
There seems to be some kind of hole
Just big enough for water to get through
The hole isn't big by any means
But I don't know what to do
And everyday my little boat
Sinks deeper and deeper in the sea
I can't rewrite the script I wrote
I can't undo what is to be
The hole now becoming cracks
I tried to plug with paint and clay
With barrels full of whole grain sacks
But even still the boat decayed
And I just can't stop this water
From seeping in little by little
Every damn crack a

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by ~SourAir, Jan 11, 2013, 1:41:11 PM
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"Hey, uh... I need to tell you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"It's a secret. I've been keeping it to myself for such a long time, but I just need to tell someone, and you're a great friend, so I figured that I could trust you with this."

"Wow, really? Thanks! Okay, what's the secret?"

"Whoa, not so fast."

"...Huh?"

"First, you need to solemnly swear on anything and everything you hold dear that you will not, under any circumstances, tell anybody. And I mean ever."

"Wow, this must be pretty serious. Okay, I solemnly swear."

"Actually, now that I think about it, I'm gonna go write up a contract."

"Um, that's not really necessary."

"Yes it is. This is my hugest secret, and I need to be sure you won't tell anyone!"

"Yeah, but I already--"

"I'll be right back!"

"Okay, here's the contract!"

"You've been gone for, like, half an hour! Where have you been?!"

"I was writing the contract! Look, here it is!"

"...I'm looking at one five-sentence paragraph with a bunch of blank spots on a piece of looseleaf. How the hell did you manage to take thirty minutes with this?"

"I couldn't get the wording right, and I wanted it to be perfect!"

"Yeah, but-- Nevermind. Can we get through with this please?"

"Okay, make sure you read all the terms and conditions thoroughly."

"Of course, wouldn't dream of just skimming right through. ...Okay, done."

"There was no need to rush through it!"

"I'm a quick reader. Now can I please just sign the damn thing?"

"Of course. Sign here. Then there. Put your initials here. And then sign one more time, right there."

"Okay, I solemnly swore not to tell anyone and I signed your little contract--"

"Hey! That is a legally binding document!"

"--So, will you please tell me your secret now?"

"....."

"Come on. What is it?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you..."

Secretby ~SourAir

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~Demented287 Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hahahaha freaking love it!

~SourAir Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks! I'm glad you do!

~Demented287 Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is just... amazing. It's hilarious!

~SourAir Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!!

~violetflame1598 Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Made me smile!

~SourAir Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!

~Brimana Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hahaha, that's funny XD Nice dialogue

~SourAir Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

~BronzeValim Jan 12, 2013 Student

oh after all that work and thirty minutes he/she ended up not telling anyway. it takes a lot to trust someone and those you can trust the most are your family.

~SourAir Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haha, I agree! I have a few close friends that I can tell my secrets to as well.

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