

Ode to a SemblanceRecall, recollect a hastily written past. Remember apparitions from dark dreams, Reminders of loved ones long thought absent. React to those feelings of inadequacy. Rescind the horror Stemming from perceiving. Its my mind that yet, still; lies. reeling.Ode to a Semblance
Reclaim the path that gave Recourse the hidden seams Where all my past, present, future gleams. Its not enough to let a proxy Redeem my long refused regret that now glistens In a recessed corner, No longer to deceive;
And once removed the pain will be gone.
It is a se


A Sunday DriveAs the rain pours down upon the pavement I cant help but scrutinize the greyness Of the sky. It seems fitting; the ailment giving the sky penultimate darkness seems to warn of inevitable stillness. But the drops, like tears, still fall silently, As my mind drifts back and forth listlessly.A Sunday Drive
Sixty miles away you are waiting for My arrival, and yet its difficult To say whether Ill want to see the door Behind which youve lately endured insult; Unsure of with whom to really consult. At least pathology doesnt work today, So perhaps a repriev


Ode to EmpathyThey tell me oer the net that empathyOde to Empathy
Is long dead, decaying, neer existed
That such a feeling could exist is filthy
They said; sadly I believed; bereav d.
Saintliness, false precept, denied, descried,
Believability would neer reside
Within the hearts of these who but deride.
Aside: Asunder tear we hearts therein.
But I shall answer thus to this cruel charge: That words, the power oer gods hath had always, And justly so their keen blades hide the marge That hath to hearts been used to set ablaze. &


My Midnight Angel XXXAnd now my tale hath reached the denouement Its ending thou shalt judge by thine own selfMy Midnight Angel XXX
And when starry night doth reach quiet dawn Myne mind shall become once again one-self And this sonneteer shall himself dispear Into the fire of passion whence he sprung And the passion, myne own passion sincere Into its cauldron back shall be gain flung My will, my will alone, shallt stand pon high And declare this triumph oer the passion And the aspects shall be waiting nearby To tear down the final fiery bastion And statelyy will I seem in
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The world owes me nothing; in fact, it's given me a great deal.
--The Sounds of Animals Fighting
=Keeny-kun
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"Brevity is the soul of wit"
Therefore...
"Shakespeare invaded Poland on September 1, 1939, thus precipitating World War II...I never knew that."
--Adam, The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged)
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Must kill moe, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....
Must kill moe, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......
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"The God of Death bless you"
Intrigued? Go see the winner of the *Use-Of-Imagination club's contest, ~GreatShinigami
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"The God of Death bless you"
Intrigued? Go see the winner of the *Use-Of-Imagination club's contest, ~GreatShinigami
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TEH ZOMBIES ATE MY COOKIES!! D: <
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If we can't live together, we'll die alone.
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