Love Lit Issue Eight

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How are things in Heaven Nana?
Is it as pure and bright as the bible says?
Are there holes in the floors like that song I sing by Blake Shelton? You know that one I drove you nuts with. If so don't fall through. You never know where you go when you die in Heaven. Do I still make you proud even though you aren`t watching as often?
Mom`s taken over your job down here. They are pretty big shoes to fill for your tiny feet. She is doing close to perfect. She uses most of your same techniques and rules.
I miss you; we all do.
Does Neptune lie on your lap while Cherokee is on your feet? Is that rocking chair comfy? Remember when you go to stand up watch out for Ricky.
I miss you; we all do.
School is no fun without you to be there to check in on me. Too much drama and not enough work. No one to tell the latest news to and who is with whom. I wish you could see me now your lit :thumb155631617: For PapoHow are things in heaven dear Papo?
I pray with my eyes looking up
pass where the eyes cannot see
I let my words fly to you
just like little letters tied in a balloon
I thank you,
for the time you held him in an embrace
when he falls down and bruised his knees
for the kind words you told him
when he grew as a man and start a family
I promise,
i will love him the way you did
i will kiss him when he's sad or lonely
i will tell him how i love him so much
over and over, i will not stop
How are things in heaven? Papo?
I know you are happy
I know you are smiling there
way past this world
in a world of air and still time
you are there
contented
I am folding this letter for you,
I do not have a balloon to tie it to
So I'll just put this in my box for a while
Until the time I come to Malvar
and put it in your grave
or maybe
I'll buy a balloon
and let it fly
to go up pass the sky
please do not forget
to pick it up
and read it
I love you Papo,
Thank you so much :thumb155579839: :thumb155556949: :thumb155555265: How Are Things...Well, how are things in Heaven?
I heard people sing,
And bells ring.
I'd like to ask how you are,
But I know you're just fine,
Having followed the road signs.
Don't forget I'll be there soon,
You haven't gotten rid of me yet,
The day is certain, the time, set.
Save a seat for me,
Greet our mutual friends,
And I'll see you when the world ends. In Heaven"Well, how are things in Heaven?"
You don't even know, my friend.
I'm going mad with all the monotony.
I swear, I'll snap the next harp I touch.
Getting wings ain't worth enough,
To spend another moment here.
I'm starting to regret all the good I've done.
It seems I'm forever stuck in Heaven,
In lieu of having fun.
Purgatory's looking mighty fine now.
If you love me, you'll bake me a cake.
In this cake, will be a file for my escape,
So that I may join you in hell, my friend. :thumb155772089: :thumb155278607: :thumb155545115: Well, how are things in heavenWell, how are things in heaven? Did you find everyone alright? Did they find you? How does that work, anyway? Are you told when loved ones will arrive so that you can go and wait for them, like meeting them at the train station? Or do you just wander around and wait?
How is Kay? And Aunty Mai, and Mike? Are they all happy? Are you happy?
I'm writing to you because you've been gone the longest; I don't remember much, but I still miss you. I remember pushing between Kay and Nana to run to you and climb on your lap; that memory is as clear as day, and never fails to make me smile.
I don't know if you're allowed to see us. I'm at University now; Theatre. I want to act, to create. You know what it's like to create something, don't you? Everyone thought I was making a mistake, Mum still does sometimes (only because I write as well, and I'm good at that too), but I persevere. I've made friends, lost friends, had my heart broken and broken hearts. But I am happy, right now. Even though this se

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:thumb155721725: How Are Things In Heaven?"How Are Things In Heaven?"
Smiley-Face-123
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Dear Chris,
How are things in Heaven? Is it warm and perfect, like you always described? Is God there? Have you met him yet? Have you ran on the clouds and felt them in your hands? What does it feel like?
I guess I'm just asking too many questions. I don't want to bombard you, of course. You should be stress-free now, for you are in Heaven. It's supposed to be wonderful and constantly relaxing., and I shouldn't taint your vision of perfection right there before you.
When we went to church on Sundays, we heard a lot about Heaven, didn't we Chris? We knew that it was our goal. Where we wanted to be when we died. It was like the mall, but for the soul. The souls that wander aimlessly, searching for a place to go. Were they as lost as I feel now? Do you feel lost? Has Saint Peter allowed you to snuggle in tight?
We heard a lot about Heaven, but what about the people the souls in H poem entry pieceHow are things in Heaven?
I've heard it's pretty good up there...but it must be cold...
I really miss you being here... things have been so much tougher without you.
When you first left I got pretty angry, I turned against everyone who tried to help...now I have no one...the anger's gone and sadness settled in me...but I already pushed everyone away...I'm so lonely now...
Can't you come back?
Please.
Maybe if I promise to God he'll let you go...because he's one of the good guys, right? Happening Upon Life Alone...Well, how are things in heaven?,
is it as good as everyone says,
without death, cruelty, and injustice.
Is it fair,
that people have to suffer to be happy?
What's it like up there,
far away from the horrors of this place,
more people die,
I can't help but cry,
surrounded by the pain,
trapped in this space.
What's it like up there,
free from worry,
separate from this world
but still able to watch our mistakes.
Do you know what it's like,
with you gone,
my only protection from him.
Now he's free to do what he wants,
which is to cause me pain.
Is heaven great,
is it worth me to die for?
To end my suffering
and be happy?
He is unstoppable,
with no remorse.
I want him to go away,
I pray and pray.
Yet each day,
when I awake,
there he is,
right by my side,
the source of my pain.
I don't know what I can do,
all my hope was in you,
and you left me
to be happy,
way up there,
in the safety of His arms
in the sky.
I have to face the fact,
that each day gets harder.
Harder to wake up,
and force mys A Mother's Dispatch

How are things in heaven? I ask because I have no clue. Honestly, you were going to be my piece of heaven. I couldn't wait to hold you and kiss your face. I thought, How cool will it be to have someone who looks like me, someone who instinctively loves and trusts me? That's the worse part about this whole experience; I woke up this morning expecting to feel your flurried kicks inside me, and I still dream of your birth, even though it's not possible. I still think about designing your room, shopping for diapers, and planning for our future.
Your daddy wonders if I'm O.K., and I want to say, "Forget about me. My baby is the one who's not O.K., the one who's not here." I knew I was all right as soon as the labor ended. My belly is swollen and empty, but I'm O.K... I'm O.K, but my baby's heart doesn :thumb156087242: To Angels, From HumanWell, How are things in Heaven?
I'd say that they have truely fallen to hell!
Winds whip at the bodies of the living,
and the cold makes them wish to be dead!
The month of love hath passed us by
leaving so many of us to bemoan our lives.
Well, how are things in Heaven?
To this I have a single reply!
If this is heaven where i stand right now,
Then Id hate to see what happens when I die! Dear BenDear Ben,
Well, how are things in heaven?
Godly, I would suppose.
The pearly white gates
Sunlight through the clouds
A sense of pure serenity
Eyes sparkling at the sight
This is all you know
The perfect place
Even still, since you left,
My world hasn't been the same
I hope to turn to see you there
Or I sit, waiting for a phone call
I still can't believe you're gone
Memories dance in my head
They're the only thing that keeps me moving
After all, you still have my heart
After the five years I've known you
Now I must say how I loved you.
It was like true heaven for me.
Your touch breathed life into me
Your words always kept me alive
Our time together made me smile
Your embrace always comforting, safe
Nothing more heavenly than you
You were always my angel from Earth
Protecting, encouraging, strong
Now you watch me from above.
Protecting, encouraging, strong
And now, forever in my heart
Until the day comes where we meet again
And I can hold you close, I'll ask again,
Well, how are things i

Dragon's Slayers EyesDark as the night
In an eternal twilight
He sits waiting for a fight
He has hunted for days
His hands as rough as harden clay
Nothing comes in sight
For this is his night
For this is his fight
He is on the hunt
His ancestors past this in his blood
When they survived a fire flood
He hunts these creatures
To whom their features
Scare and tear
At flesh
And at rest
He only knows what he has seen
So he keeps his eyes keen
For scales
Woosh it comes over his head
His heart begins to dread
Woosh it comes back
Readying for attack
What patience he lacks
His hand grabs his sword
He shall die by this
It is his word
For the dragons
Are an enemyThat not many live to see
Their majestic beauty
Gets lost in the eyes of
The blood thirsty
But this is his path
To face a dragons wrath
for he is known only
As Slayer :thumb156227159: Pretender's Secret John and INormally the women fall for his smile but I thought he was much cuter right in this moment when he was looking at me. His calmness mixed with confusion and concern. I always fell for that look because men are sexy when they show emotions. I tried to shake these thoughts so they fall out of my head. He was my friend's boyfriend and my friend too. That's why he was at my flat sitting on my couch and trying to figure out if he should break down or sit straight, swallowing his feelings like he used to.
I sat beside him and stroked slowly down his back; it was probably more comforting for me because there was nothing else for me to do or say.
Never before had I seen him so silently sad and it confused me. I could feel with him because I as well was mad at Chris for what she was doing. Fortunately for him he didn't know all of it, yet. I was hoping that he would never have to find out even though I felt like lying to him. The one in limbo was her, between two men. The Problem – for her :thumb156002305: it began when:his fingers beat his tears in the race to touch his cheek.
"don't you wish we'd have fallen in love?"
"every single day."

Damn cans Chapter 2

She was fourteen, a good kid, disciplined like I was back then. We went to the same school, me being seventeen; I was her protector at school. Every time some girl tried to mess with her I was the one to slap those cats in the face, no fear of getting detention or so. Don't take it bad, though, I was a really good student. Had straight A's, a fine artist and even every Friday I was to perform at the breaks with my organ which I had to pull on my back all the way from home.
Jade was just bringing her tray to my desk. She saluted but I just looked at the clock. "Have you seen the Biology teacher today?" I didn't answer, she asked somebody else as I stared at some girl. The girl walked up to me, all angry "You know I have someone. Why are you staring, fool?" I didn't answer her either. Just staring at the goods for free, how is that a crime? "What is wrong with you?" I put the fork in my mouth and let out "I w…- Leave him alone" said Jade. Tina looked at Jade "Don't get yo Never Knows BestCigarette smiles and smokeless skies.
"Never Knows Best" written on the sides
Of every single stick she pulls out of the box.
Reminding her of the sins she has committed.
Cheap dates and coming home late.
Lifeless couples eating off of cheap Chinese plates,
The Dining Dead dining dutifully on worn-down
Ceramic floors suggesting a dream not too long ago.
Heavy hearts and cumbersome burdens,
Suggesting of some sparkle of imagination
When we are walking down the same damn beach
Like a tape recorder on acid and antacids.
Empty eyes and runaway brides.
A wedding day ruined by a sad daughter
Only wishing for true happiness, a reminder
That she "Never Knows Best" with every cigarette she pulls out. The Price of Utopia - Ch1I. Introduction
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I was running for my life.
I don't think I've ever run that fast; I don't think I've ever needed to. They were on to me, and all I could do was run.
I turned down an alleyway. Big mistake. At the end was a tall chain-link fence. There was no way I could get over it. I was trapped. There was no escaping this time.
"We have a warrant for the arrest of a Mr. Patrick Freeman. The charges against you are conspiracy against the New Order and various other high crimes. Punishable by death." I have been waiting to hear those words for a long time now. I turned around, and, at the end of the alley, stood three or four Peacekeepers. They were equipped with full riot gear: shields, body armor, tear gas, stun grenades… all just to arrest me. My reputation precedes me, I suppose.
I didn't even try to resist. It was useless. There was no way I could take them all alone. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, and then, everything went dark.
I woke up in a cold, damp, da :thumb156132355: :thumb156228419:

CrushIt's not
your hair
or your clothes;
It's
the
curve of your lips
when you're glad to see her
the
shape of your hands
as you hold her close
the
light in your eyes
when you think of her
that
makes
me
fall in love
with
you. UntitledA rainbow smashed
         scattered
    in pieces
A darkening bruise
    of shattered colours SuperheroesRated T for slash and language.
Because We All Want To Be Superheroes
She’s yelling again, standing in the doorway of my room with her face scrunched up like a child’s.
Her voice is like a siren, shrill and constant.  Annoying.  Desperately, I try to tune her out without showing anything on my face.  It works.  She says something about me not caring one way or the other.  I want to tell her that she’s wrong, but I don’t have the strength.
Eventually, her tirade trickles down to nothing, and she stops, abruptly, like in mid-thought.  She does that a lot.  Like she forgets what she’s going to say, and decides to just leave a sentence unfinished, expecting everyone else to understand somehow.
She’s disappointed.  I can see it in her eyes, now that I have the courage to look up.  I know I should be disappointed too but all I feel is a simmering anger, boilin :thumb155918377: :thumb155110619:

Inhale the euphoriaI long to gaze into porcelain eyes, the silence deafening, while we converse through only the pattern of our breaths.
The words I cannot express when your presence is near, so happen to be the words which I feel most deeply. Perhaps they'll forever be a mystery, though I yearn to confess to you everything I hold within.
My heartbeat is erratic. A brush of the skin causes my pulse to accelerate, as I am at a loss for words, caught in the beauty of enchanting hazel eyes.
I wish to speak of sunless skies, leaveless trees, and melodies where no words are foretold. I dare to whisper sweet nothings into open ears without fear of force pushing me away.
I seize the day where nothing is everything, and we can drift into a place where not a soul exists, where no being can interrupt the perfect sunset. Shaking hands weave together and become still, as I cherish this moment until the moon rises, and we are nothing but shadows passing through the night.
The moment delicate lips graze over mine, and :thumb156209130: IllusionThere is something relaxing about snow crystals touching skin. The light flakes that drift slowly and spot the earth's inhabitants with delicate reluctance. This type of snow seems warm. It seems irreplaceable by other sceneries such as the moon or the sun – perhaps even more relaxing than rain lulling one to sleep. The crisp, cool air was hardly noticeable, hardly worth caring about.
In this respect, I ambled along the fringe of a lake, watching the water swallow those relaxing crystals. It wasn't cold enough for such a large area to freeze over yet, so each flake landed and disintegrated, adding one more drop to an infinity of its type.
Anyone who has lived in a winter scenery would know the type of mood that surrounded me. The December haze. The way the air seems to dry up around everything and make the colors faded and dimly lit and how everything seems to feel still and undisrupted. Winter has that effect. Everything looks cold and dead. The leaves on the ground were no longe :thumb156152566: :thumb150132411:

:thumb155754164: :thumb155552096: -Poem- Succumb to DarknessWell, how are things in Heaven?
Do you tremble in your fear?
Now that your God has left you?
Was he ever even near?
His death may have been a sin,
I gladly did commit the crime
After all, it's who I am,
And it was just his time
Perhaps it was my bloodline,
That made me do the act
Revenge, a better reason,
Truth within that fact
Succumb to the darkness,
As my powers now increase
Fight back and defeat me,
Or forever hold your peace Hope, Strength, Faith, LoveConsumed with greed,
Indulged with wealth,
Brainwashed with power,
Procreating ailment,
By lacking dexterity.
Ensuing half lit souls,
Facing turmoil,
Overthrown with ache,
Yearning for peace.
Despite misfortune,
Infuse hope,
Possess strength,
Acquire faith,
Understand love;
Condone tragedy,
Evade inequality,
Hope for beatitude,
Strength must conquer;
Strive to achieve,
Accept and believe.

Don't Mind.Don't mind the scratches
That run down my porcelain frame
Our vanity is as thin as glass
We're shiny like window panes
Don't mind the markings
The grooves my tears form
No matter how broken I feel
I show flawless and reform
Don't mind the sorrow
For it won't be there tonight
It'll be held tight under lace
Tied away in bows; out of sight
We'll drink our midnight tea
Another gulp to forget my woes
I won't mind the words
That are thrown by loving foes
Don't mind me when I break
For I can't hold my frame
Its just another move
In this simple game SilentHow easy it is to be wounded into silence.
It is the pain of the poet,
the artist,
the human being.
It's too easy to be rendered speechless.
No steel-bound weapon is needed to shut me up.
You need not break my wired jaw
or snap my twitching fingers.
All it takes is a look,
a hardened concrete frown,
a lead tongue,
a languid shake of the head.
That's when my heart implodes.
That's when my fingers are bent backwards
and break off in your hands.
The will to create is gone.
It dies.
I bury it.
It's there in the granite tomb you built.
Me.
I'm the mausoleum
that you crafted brick by brick
and all that ever made me happy is lying
stone
cold
dead.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it finally melted into dust
sprinkled on my heart of lead.
Cold, dense lead.
You ask me if I mourn my loss.
I'll tell you…
I do not.
I do not give a eulogy to those unloved.
I think you taught me that.
I have finally been rendered silent. Constant acheDo you really love me?
how that question makes me cry.
how could i truly know
when doubts surround your mind.
i feel like a fool in love.
just wanting you to feel, as i feel.
love me like you have no other.
surround me with your voice.
feel this need burn everything in site.
see my fire burn
see how much i love you
how much i truly believe in you.
see how much i trust you.
how loving i have become.
i cant build the coldness up
i cant make it consume me once more.
so await to give you all my love
and hopefully see yours in return. soldier. ch.1Ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted to be a soldier. Every time we had show and tell at school, I'd bring in a new toy gun or army helmet. My homework was never finished without a mini militia scribbled in somewhere. I'd go to bed and dream, every night, about the day when I could finally be a hero.
I laugh bitterly. Hero isn't exactly the word that comes to mind right now, sitting in a collapsed dugout with the last five guys of your regiment. Hero doesn't exactly apply to the only guy alive in said dugout with said last five guys. Hero doesn't exactly fit a man that's about to starve to death.
I sit with my back against the cold dirt wall, taking apart my rifle while staring into the shallow, lifeless eyes of Colonel James Sanders. Yeah, like the KFC guy. He always said he wanted to join the army just to become a colonel. "To fulfill my legacy!" he'd always cheer with a jokingly serious tone, striking some ridiculous pose.
R.I.P.
The bombs ha Ghost“Your house is very old,” I told her.
“This is not a house,” she said.
“It’s a ghost in house’s clothing.”
I told her I was in love with a ghost and she laughed and said, “So am I.”
“That’s quite a coincidence,” I said. “What’s your ghost like?”
She took off my hat and put her arms around me. “He’s funny and balding a bit early, and he’s never home on time. And if we had children, they would be part ghost, but all him and me.”
“Do you want children?”
She looked at my shoulders. “No,” she said. “I want you home on time.”

Less than Perfect PoemOften enough this week
I've been looking at the blank sheet
Thinking of what to write for you
The "Perfect Poem"
Something that says more than the cliché words
Something that expresses exactly how you make me feel
Pure, concrete happiness transcribed through sounds
But these feeling are so kind, so real
All of the languages of the world don't cover it
I could say "I love you"
They say nothing and everything
I could whisper "我愛你"
What I'm searhing for is the invisible language
I could laugh "Я тебя люблю"
And where I have found it I cannot solidify it in phrases
I could tell "Yo te querio"
It's a language of emotion where all I can do is feel for you
I could smile "Ti amo"
And my feelings are so strong, so true
I could think "愛している"
That I'm continuing to try and write with all my strength
There is no way for me to completely say it all
Try as I might
You are too grea Moon II

A melody is missing,
The rarest static once lived in this scene
Now, viewed by an Anachronistic heart-
Leaden, against the riot of shattering stars
The moon is a machine of fiery curse.
The most perverse mirror: A false light!
Ubi Sunt
The light of my house is gone, and
The wind is a hunter

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SanctuaryAnd I found myself in his sanctuary
with tall majestic columns
sweeping tapestries of color
solemn silence of peace
Deep scents of incense lingering in the air
as candlelight trickled in through windows of stained glass
into a place that can only be described as sacred
sacred and holy to the worshipper within
it was then that i realized this was no ordinary chapel
no manmade cathedral of mortar and stone
this was a place etched by the hand of God
and placed in the path of his people
The columns, ancient oaks with their leaves grasping at autumn
the incense leaching out into the air from the pines, warmed by the sun
and the candlelight of the sun streaming in through the twisted roof of the canopy
God's house, wholly manifest as his Holy Creation
and in THAT moment, for the first time in 40 days and 40 nights
I was still, and I knew that He was God. :thumb155864307:

Greatness in Due TimeRead with me form the lines of time
and they will tell so many tales.
The fancy they seek
To inspire in you is great
And serve a greater purpose.
Can you feel it?
Those voices that scream
from within the lines
for you to join them
In their revelry?
Take hold of these honoured souls
The heroes that make up every word,
They know your heart
They feel your courage,
They sense that you could complete the story.
Feel your soul become the ink
Into which the pen is dipped.
And sense the ecstasy
Of having your own little chapter
In that great big book of Time. Eulogy of GuiltDearly departed,
we have gathered here,
the souls that were,
the beings that once knew
This man before us.
I dare,
i dare say to you
that we are not here
to encase this man
in pine scented earth,
but to dump our ill-will,
our not-so-fond-thoughts
our unsaid farewells
into the soil beneath our feet.
Not just a burial,
we seek to entomb him
in our minds.
Forget not this man in death
As we did in life,
Give this man's life meaning
Now in death,
That feeling that gnaws your beings,
Could just be sadness
That borrows it''s way to your heart,
for how could you
who prays everyday,
Let's everyone see your generosity
Acts so pious,
possibly forget this
Once sickly body next door?
Never!
Your ,oral compass had probably
Pointed its way to his door next,
you probably just came a little too late. Sinners to CindersUnity
Is in the words we speak
In what we want to keep
But What we don't want to see
In our skies
And above our eyes
You can see many lies
Creeping like little flies
You bring what you want
YOu burn what yous shun
But the deception has only begun
Is it your word
That leads the herd
Or you that is the herded
Slept in gutters
With open shutters
You seek with your mind
But not your spirit blind
As you say "I"ll take what i can find"
But unknown to you the medication
Is posioning your dedication
To your own clarification
Burnt to cinders
Ash we give the tenders
Oh look what our "unity" given
Don't you think it's time
That you sat and listen to your own rhyme
Instead of wasting it on spiritual crime? Fake FlowersWhen the flowers are fake
Can the love be real
Or does it all just fade away?
When the flowers are fake
Are they as beautiful
Or is there no beauty at all?
When the flowers are fake
Do they have a meaning?
When the flowers are fake
Do they last as long
Or do they wilt twice as fast?
When the flowers are fake
Can the love be real? WW8: Sherman LonghartDust scattered through the thick and musty air of the Ernest Public Library. A gnarled hand brushed over the ends of dozens of bestsellers as its owner gathered a frown. Inexorable in his leisurely approach, he gave the other leather-bound books a supercilious gaze. After moments of deliberate hesitation, Sherman carefully took hold of a gargantuan title by the name of The Silk Man. Worn pages fluttering beneath the twinkling shine of a dirt-specked streetlamp, the book found itself carefully inspected by a critic's stern eye. Our elderly cab driver licked his chapping lips twice in succession as his yellowing teeth ached in the agony of old age. A creaking door could be heard in the distance.
Sherman's slumped figure felt a mangled hand rest in the deep gorges between his shoulder blades. Marking the page that his eyes had grown accustomed to with a penciled indentation, he slowly turned to face the intruder.
"Mister Longhart, correct?" the uniformed man inquired in a pleasantly monot

:thumb155227128: The BurningFuneral pyres, to the sky!
Make light of those beneath you.
Those burning,
those crying,
the city below that recoils at your touch,
that runs from your dance,
you are the happy pariah.
You billow to have your hands
touch the sky,
seeking to call the forces
into your little game.
Do you see?
The clouds have donned their costumes,
they come to join your masquerade.
The ban the light
and bind the air
to ride the wind
in their cacophnic little meet of sorts.
Blind yourself against the smoke,
the fire that spawns
releases its joy only for a moment. Six Assorted Nonsenses1
The Cat Speaketh
Human called
Cat answered
"Not Interested"
2
Hey, Cat!
That's my foot.
Claws don't tickle
Ow! Ow! Ow!
3
Daily Affirmations
Worse than useless
I shouldn't bother
4
F-O-O-D-?
I fill my
hungry heart with
empty calories. Bleh.
5
Photogenic
I'm not photogenic
My smile  ugly
Large as sin
6
Suburbanite's Ode To The Country
Oh, to live
in the countryside
Unspoiled and pure
When the loudest
Sound you'll ever
Hear is a
cricket's fart. LOL Trade offI
"Thirty extra years of beauty will cost twenty years of your life."
The twenty year old woman, fresh out of college and beautiful, fiddled with the hem of her knitted top, eyes smarting in the artificial light.  Equally gleaming were the doctor's teeth as he removed the suction cupped wiring from her temples, and scrutinized the graphs on the paper the printer spit out.
"Seems like you'd live to be 70 otherwise."
She nodded, lips pressed in a tight line.  "So…I would die at age 50?"
"Yes.  If you choose to get this operation."  He replied, smile growing wider.  "It's irreversible, so I suggest you talk things over with your husband before making a final decision-or at least sleep on it."
"But I would be beautiful up until I die…"  She murmured.
"It would be like you hadn't aged a day since the operation."  He replied gently.  He handed her the brochure; the brightly coloured super models splashe Alma reviewWell I have never done a review on a short except for Kakurenbo, but that was by far longer than this 5.5 minute film.  It was a great watch, so I decided it was worthy of a review.
Alma is a little girl who is playing in the streets when she notices a doll that looks like her propped up in a window.  After peering through the window, Alma tries to open the store door.  The door won't open, no matter how hard she tries, so the little girl throws a snowball at the door in a fit of frustration.  As she is walking away, the door opens on its own.  The girl goes inside the store, and I'll let you discover on your own what happens from there on.
At first I thought this short would be a play off of Coraline, because of the Alma lookalike doll.  However, it was very different.  The ending had a twist I didn't expect; it was very clever.  The music was also great- it had a French flair to it.

Mother BrokenBorn to a teenage mother who never grew up and derelict father who found something better. He left you to grow up fatherless, to figure out for yourself how to drive a car or if the boys were worthy of you. Your immature mother was too grieved to carry out her maternal responsibilities. She dumped the younger kids on you to raise. No time to be a kid anymore. You became an adult at 13.
You married a man who was everything your father wasn't. Not stopping to look at what he was and what he might become. The flawless façade faded after marriage. The man who once left chocolate on your doorstep now taunted you with his rage. He became a tyrant bent on destroying you. His erratic mood swings left you stunned and broken. But you refused to be leave him. Divorce is your father's answer not yours. You're so lonely. I can see it. 23 years of this torment and no end in sight. He tells you you're fat. But your figure was deformed when you bore his children. He tells you you're ugly. But you Platitude"How are you?"
[A loaded question. . . .
I'm not ok
That would be a blatant lie
But I can't tell you
I'm a wreck
That I'm falling apart
Hating myself for hurting you
This would be so much less painful
If I could blame you
For our failure
You're an angel
Come down from the pedestal
I put you on
Treat me like dirt
Be an asshole, insult me
Anything to make me feel
Less vile
Though I've been the victim
so many times before
This time I'm the villain
I wish you only wanted my body
My heart can never be enough
It's been torn to shreds so many times
There's not much left
I cried in the bathroom at church
My whole body wracked
So hard I was sore the next day
The feeble shell that
Contains my acrid interior
Is ripping and splitting
The noxious worms crawling
Under the surface
Are pleading to spill out
I can't suppress this much longer
Conventional life is crumbling
Beneath this grievous loathing
I can't tell you any of this
As much as my heart aches to
To talk meaningfully
Like we used to
But I :thumb155625917: _____"I think I enjoyed the party?"
"You don't know?"
"It's all kind of blurry now," I said with a shrug.  My best friend of twenty years raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at me from across the table.
"Don't look at me like that," I said.  "I told you everything I remember."  She shook her head with a sigh.
"I'll say it, once again, that you really shouldn't go to parties by yourself."  I shrugged again then took a sip of my coffee only to discover it had gone cold.  With a sigh I sat the cup back down and considered ordering another cup until I realized I couldn't afford it.  With another sigh I glanced back up and found a set of eyes boring into me.
"Well I," I stared as I tried to remember what we were talking about.  "It wasn't really a party, it was a publicity stunt.  Sarah set it up."  She rolled her eyes then and with a look of disgust said,
"Well, Sarah, can go to hell for all I care. :thumb156165588:

:thumb155357982: SanctuaryThere is no music playing for this soul to tap
Everything I've learned seems like a long thread that will snap
My discontentment, my loneliness deepens
With the brightness of the advancing spring
Since I am no longer a part of it's joy,
Or the warmth that sunshine ought bring
Every affection is like an aching nerve
Which music has always tended to serve
Passionate cries of imprisoned spirits
send tortured vibrations through me
Books are now barren source of comfort
This empty soul needs more to be free
In stories I search for what reality wont perceive
That there is some truth to the make believe
I can make dream worlds of my own
But no dream shall satisfy me now
I want the answers to the questions of life
Only that will pacify me now
Thus I yearn for wisdom, thus I in turn despise
A certain mirage that would now and then rise
What is real learning and true wisdom ?
Such as great men of wars and art learned-
The secret of life, by only the deepest
Of hearts is such understanding earned :thumb155216291: just another rebelDear Friend,
     You don't know how those words – that one word- cut through me like a flash of clacking cameras, of summer storms with lightning far off, and of the glimmer of your hair in the florescent light of our prison.
     I am your friend.
     I am, love; what you are dreaming of is different than what I can possibly imagine. The sheer infinite shifting minutes let me down as I never tell you and don't mention it. I blush like a fool, yours only in sleep, yours always eyes open blinders off.
    She is teeth ground together. She is everything you want and she gives you what you want right now in the moment, that sweet tension and that sweat-glistening teenage act. I am not what she is; I will not give you everything you desire so easily. My love is not yours, not now. Possession of my heart should be as much a crime as the drug you inhale, haze filling the room as I cough and :thumb153543352:

Death of the starsThere's fire
in the stars-
I feel them,
see them burning.
Can you hear
their flesh
bubbling?
(Such a gruesome sound)
Alive, alive-
Don't be deceived!
They live, they breathe!
I hear them speaking ever quietly.
They kiss other stars,
before they die,
before they die.
They die without
a sound, though they
are in so much pain.
They burn, they burn,
like paper mache.
They die-
their firefly lights go out. I Am AllI am the wind,
Rushing through your ears
At a thousand miles per hour.
Your thoughts blow away
Everytime I breathe.
I am the moon,
My eyes shining, blinding you below.
I glitter through the raindrops
Lingering in the air,
Quenching a million thirsty souls with my splendour.
I am the midnight star
You gaze upon,
Twinkling in your eye
Bringing back your innocence
Like it had never run away.
I am the autumn breeze
You catch in your breath,
Caressing your gentle heart strings
I warm your sweet emotions
And make you feel alive again.
I am the delicate snowflake,
Floating down from the sky
Without a care in the world,
Wishing you love and happiness
As I land gently on your forehead. :thumb155514033:

The Needlei press in the needle
to feel the rush
slowly it builds and reveals planets lush
the colors
the sounds
it's truly unfound
in the days of the sober and moral
the smoke that forms in my veins starts to bubble
arises the fire and inspiration from the rubble
distracts the mind from all the pressing needs
puts me upon my now numb to the ground knees
in my mind i sit alone in the trees
i dance with the branches that sway in the breeze
they caress and soothe as the birds sing along
my skin feels alive with their bevy of songs
goose bumps raise to catch the wind
the elegant stars are my new friend
in touch with the earth and all her ways
wishing every day could be in this haze The ruin of meThe smell gets stronger this time of year
Dead things and roses and two week old beer
Heels scabbed over from free roaming blind
Urine stained walls shows the abuse of time
Wandering thru a canvas of shattered dreams
Life is sometimes as bad as it seems
Blue October in an old mans life
Cold finds its way to cut like a knife
Little to say and little to do
but wonder what became of you
Miss your smile the most of all
Forever hidden by this damn wall A Dreary ContinuationCreativity isolated by indifference
Only vacant remembrance of vivacity
Exalted by askewed discretions
Blighted from fictitious aspirations
A detached sight of tranquility
Pensively desist of our optimum
To be consumed by cerebral desolation
Induced into ones own oblivion

Mature Content

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:thumb155462736: Panic AttacksMy pulse is racing
and my heart's all I'm hearing.
It happens because of
these memories I'm fearing.
I'm sick to my stomach
and ready to die.
These panic attacks
make me cry.
This heavy breathing
and weight on my chest,
I'm stuck in a rut,
I've failed this test.
I know I should
be able to pull through,
but it hurts me so much
and others too.
Maybe someday soon
I'll feel alright,
be able to laugh
and forget this fright.
Until that day comes
I'll suffer through,
so when it's here
there will be so much I can do. :thumb155846674: The dreamThe dream were im dying
Dying of the dream where im living
Linving in a dream where im trying to die
The dream that i think its kinda funny
The dream that i think its kinda sad
But will that dream
come true A New LifeThe clock ticks, time going by
Still no job, how do I survive
Living in a house
Where I don't follow the rules
Can't take care of myself
Let this be understood
I don't cook, do not clean
Staying in a room
Where things aren't as they seem
So messy, but everything has its place
Clothes not hung up
Although some are
Clock is on the floor
Phone on the radio
Floor unswept
Sheets left unchanged
Blankets in a disarray
But at least I have someone who takes the pain away
My heart connected to another
So happy you make me
Have no idea how much you mean to me
You are the reason I am not suffering
The reason things aren't so cold, so dark
You are my love
Make me feel okay
Tell me things aren't going to break
Not again
Don't want to suffer anymore
Thank you for opening your heart to me
I don't want to go back to how things were before
So hold me now and forevermore

Personal Choices

God's Love Letter to YouThe words you are about to experience are true...
They will change your life if you let them,
for they come from the very heart of God
He loves you,
and He is the Father you have been looking for all your life
This is His love letter to you:
My child,
You may not know Me, but I know everything about you Psalm 139:1
I know when you sit down and when you rise up Psalm 139:2
I am familiar with all your ways Psalm 139:3
Even the very hairs on your head are numbered Matthew 10:30
For you were made in My image Genesis 1:27
In me, you live and move and have your being Acts 17:27-28
For you are my offspring Acts 17:28
I knew you even before you were conceived Jeremiah 1:4-5
I chose you, when I planned creation Ephesians 1:11-12
You were not a mistake,
for all your days are written in my book Psalm 139:15-16
I determined the exact time of your birth,
and where you would live Acts 17:26
You are fearfully and wonderfully made Psalm 139:14
I knit you together in you mother's wom dear boyi. you're the mistake i wish i was too ignorant to realise.
ii. you've sewn my veins to
stop the blood flowing to my
heart: i can't love you
iii. now, i'm a scaffold
ruin left unattended;
one rain-washed canvas
iv. silenced; ready to
abandon, i'm caught in tail
backs going no where.
v. frosted tears kiss cheeks
of glass; realising i
need what i don't want. The Good NewsEverything.
Everything in this world is doomed. Everything in this world is evil and dark, even us humans. We are out of control. The entire world is doomed to Hell because of all the wrong we did. We fall for lies and commit crimes. But half the world knows that its wrong, but ask "How do we stop from getting eternal death?"
In the past, we have committed so much sin that we have been separated from God. We weren't listening and decided to do things our way. We have sinned way too much and went against God's word. We kept doing all the wrong like no ones business. But once we have heard that sinning leads to eternal death, we do everything we can to get back the path to eternal life. But we were doing it every wrong way possible.
But then the good news came. God still loves us whether we have sinned or not. God wants you to spend eternity with Him. He loves us a whole lot that His plan came to action. He loves so much, He sent his son, Jesus Christ, to die for our sins.
That's right, :thumb155720377: Above the WindsI
Dream
Of
Winds
Shattered
     Shelters'
          Shore.
Of
Breaking
      Bones,
           Buried
                Bodies.
And
     Simple
         Deeper,
              Dwells,
                  Destined.
         For light
         So bright,
         And envious
         Circumstance.
         Yiel Mimi's TeaseHuntress on the prowl
You cannot escape
The desires she creates
She will not be seen
Body built for sin
Lick your lips
Her lust you sip
Elicit are her moves
Temptress of the night
Clinging to her silhouette
A dancing pirouette
Twists around her finger
Shattered bones of glass
Constant is her call
Telling of your fall
Broken on the floor
Mistress in red
Playing death's game
Nothing is the same
Claims the final scene coldWhen it gets cold out
she gets tired;
I can't say I blame her.
It's so much easier
to take comfort
in the dark,
beneath warm bodies
and whispered promises.
It's so much easier
to lie still
and cover your head.
The cold brings out
the matchstick men;
all ready to alight,
to warm your heart.
To take it.
To burn it.
Eventually,
the world moves on.
Eventually,
it gets easier to go outside.
Let's try not to set ourselves on
fire, in the meantime. :thumb155895287: warningoutside my windows the sun is shining behind the clouds, and the birds are flying around after being caged in the jaws of winter for so long, while the wind is whistling softly. i long to go outside and run around, but i can see the warning in the clouds, and the warning of my father is still fresh in my mind. i go outside anyways. i realize i should've listened to him, but it's too late now, i am running, skipping along the streets, happy to be out and about.
i only turn just a little too late, late enough to not see the car that hits my body fast and hard, but early enough to see the man across the street whisper 'oh shit.' the sirens are wailing and the woman who's hit me is crying, and i am bleeding, and everyone is talking a mile a minute, but all i can think of was that i should've paid more attention to dad's warning.
"be careful" his raspy voice whispers. MoonlightGlow bright, moonlight,
Such beauty I see.
Glow bright, moonlight,
Shine your beauty on me.
Glow bright, moonlight,
Light a path to sea.
Glow bright, moonlight,
Shine a path for me.
Glow bright, moonlight,
Shrink, grow, and bend.
Glow bright, moonlight,
Fade, glow, and mend.
Glow bright, moonlight,
Sweet messages you send.
Glow bright, moonlight,
My love, my heart, my friend. Mars est MortMars est Mort
La Petite Mort de la Somnambuliste Printemps
If I am out cold then
why is my bed warm
when I come
to? Happy birthday Antonio...

             Happy birthday to Antonio Vivaldi!
         But does anyone know who Antonio Vivaldi is? To answer that question;no, not many people do know.
         Antonio Vivaldi (who was born on March 4, 1678), was commonly nicknamed "The Red Priest", was a Venetian  classical composer, priest, and famous virtuoso violinist(In simplier terms, a virtuoso violinist is a person that has outsanding musical abilities with the instrument, the violin) .

         It's a common thing to hear and see that not many people know famous classical music composers. Atcually, a very large fraction of both teenagers and adults don't even listen to classical music and some don't even know what classical music is.
     :thumb156225147: :thumb156226439: A PennyClink, Clank, Clunk.
Silence! then an emptiness!
But I can see you pondering
Wondering, lost in your mind!
Something is tormenting you
Clink, Clank, Clunk.
A Penny for your thoughts? :thumb155583191: :thumb156095374: :thumb155572459: :thumb155527453: :thumb155088159:

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