About
A poem by Oro,
the sky is the limit
but what about space
do we need limits when we go on forever
~Oro Senpai
Lots of big balloons
Please never let them go free
Hold them forever
~Haiku by CanineBite
Dead eyes and a sunken face,
One can already presume that she is dead,
With claws that are long and sharp,
And teeth that protrudes out.
~ WSYJolynn
My name is Amarillo
I rillo a lot
I watch the blistering sky
As I rillo on the ground
To my under cave water hole.
~Splatter gloo
amarillo sky
with your nitemare scarf
oh how precious
what is an amarillo sky anyways
~feasible
On the day I die
I know where I'm gonna go
Me and Jesus got that part worked out
I'll wait at the gates til his face I see
And stand in a long line of sinners like me
~Eric Church, Sinners Like Me
Brought to my attention by Faithful Denomination heart
I look to the Amarillo Sky,
Because around here not much will go by,
The land is all barren,
You definitely won't find a serin,
I once was almost shot here,
Now I think of this place with fear.
~John's Miter
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that change
Man in the Mirror - MJ
A person is smart. People are dumb panicky dangerous
animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago everybody
knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred
years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen
minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet.
Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.
Agent K (Men In Black)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~William Ernest Henley
Best Gift Message ever!
Mistress of Darkness88
Hey there!
I've got a special gift for you!
From: Mistress of Darkness88
Message: A large claw like hand reaches out of the shadows grabbing a hold of your shoulder. the mysterious being drags you back into the darkness. As you start looking around you realize that all you are able to see in any direction is an endless void of nothingness.
Just then you're enveloped by an eerie chill and begin to hear the faint sounds of someone whispering in the distance. As you strain your ears trying to hear what's being said everything goes dead silent....
Moments later you hear a voice inside your head. ".....Welcome child, you now belong to us...." Instantly your head begins to spin and you can feel yourself falling and the last thing you remember is the sound of sinister laughter.
You open your eyes to find yourself safe, at home, in your room. Could that have really all been a dream? You chuckle at yourself for getting so worked up over nothing. You head out of your room when something on your desk catches your eye....
A large gift-box in black wrappings and topped with a blood red bow, with a card that reads "From: The Darkness........"
I've got a special gift for you!
From: Mistress of Darkness88
Message: A large claw like hand reaches out of the shadows grabbing a hold of your shoulder. the mysterious being drags you back into the darkness. As you start looking around you realize that all you are able to see in any direction is an endless void of nothingness.
Just then you're enveloped by an eerie chill and begin to hear the faint sounds of someone whispering in the distance. As you strain your ears trying to hear what's being said everything goes dead silent....
Moments later you hear a voice inside your head. ".....Welcome child, you now belong to us...." Instantly your head begins to spin and you can feel yourself falling and the last thing you remember is the sound of sinister laughter.
You open your eyes to find yourself safe, at home, in your room. Could that have really all been a dream? You chuckle at yourself for getting so worked up over nothing. You head out of your room when something on your desk catches your eye....
A large gift-box in black wrappings and topped with a blood red bow, with a card that reads "From: The Darkness........"
Comments
View All Comments
I've been doing well thank you! I recently moved back into my house after some renovations and it's nice having my own space back.