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It started with a plastic castle from Fisher-Price. With little plastic knights, and a wizard, and a dragon, and a princess.
Us boys would play with it for hours. Greg would always be the black knight who saved the day.
What shall i do if an AI is coming to my house
to think and overrun me with his ideals
when he has no emotions through out him whatever-
I feel no run, no sacrifice from me now
That my tears have run dry
Allowing. Lifting. Holding. Nurturing. Being. Weeping. Forgiving. Love can hurt. But it can also heal. Love knows how to say sorry. And knows exactly how to feel. No questions, no doubts. No controls in sight. Love is the answer.
Five years old.
Clouds like eyes in the summer sky.
Fairies frolic through dandelion fields.
In a timeless abyss
I roll down grassy hills,
search for four leaf clovers
dance on the moons of mars,
Children are supposed to play,
Not spend so much time wondering why they've been betrayed.
At what age should a child be able to define dismay?
How young is too young for a child to learn to hate?
Yippie ki yay ki yo,
Singin along my bro.
Yippie ki yay ki ya,
Playin in the playa.
Yippie ki yay yahe,
Down the slope on ski.
Yippie ki yay Yamee,
Dancin with a shimmy.
What a child
He knows how to play
He speaks in silence
Holds his tongue
His eyes read worlds of wonder
He's feeling the pressure to
Life is like a video game.
Like sims, except not as easy
and in some ways not as hard.
its filled with puns that are cheesy
and it’s filled with birthday cards
but life is like a video game.
always to infinity, I fight the lights that scream (they are so bright!)
Location: The auditorium
Characters: Me?
Purpose: To stop my hands from sweating so much, oh God
this stupid costume itches
Fade up lights 2 and 3!
We want to have a general wash on the poverty,
So the audience can see but not truly see the details of
The decaying clothes and caved in stomachs and
A rocket waits to fly
From its launchpad
In the living room.
Helmet on, radio in hand,
Two explorers approach.
One room over
I play the game I love.
The game fights back at me.
I can not play,
I can not run,
I can not walk.
I watch my friends play.
They feel bad for me.
I watch the months go by,
Turn up the radio, as high as it goes.
Drown out the echoing screams,
That tell you nothing,
But mean the world to me.
The inaudible screaming in my head,
Where the little monsters play.
Can this just be the present
That everyday is
Even with a nemesis
Or without even saying
Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades
Or different context
Slow, cringed movements
Small breaths, rapid
Sapped, every ounce of
strength, gone
Sun is beating down, blaring hot
Sweat drips off of my forehead
Life is a gamble
and ther are all different types of players.
I'm not hte type to place bets
before the game begins.
I wait until the dice have been thrown,
then play my cards from there.
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
Criss Cross
Knock it off
Save me the pity
Ding Dong
Poof me gone
Plenty of us are broken
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot
Threw my confidence over the moon
The time has come!
My mind races as I wait to see that curtain rise. The one thing that makes me free to be whoever I wish and no one can judge me.
The Treehouse
Wooden beams support, surround.
Ladder, crow's nest, food abounds,
Kitchen, rooms, high seas are found.
Magic beings to work her charm,
A child goes out to play
And stops to think about the day
He doesn’t really see
The effects of the rain
I sit and I stare
intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids
Like blinds I shutter out the most of it,
and trickling down are little specks of dust
Closer I look
Sitting in my seat; doing so alone.
They say smile, be kind, and make new friends.
Tell me, admin, how easy that was for you.
Tell me, teacher, how to smile in a room of strangers.
I am from Hell
I was born there
I live there
I will die there
I am from the fires that rage when people are angry
Laugh there
Love there
Dream there
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.
Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.
It might have been a beautiful day,
If it wasn’t for what’s coming my way.
The sky is blue,
The cow bellows moo,
The birds are singing,
The church bells ringing,
The sun is bright
im on play,
watching everything move in a reverse.
who said rewind was good?
mistakes driven through again.
who said rewind was bad?
love being simulated across the globe.
He covered his mouth to hush
the panting breaths he took.
Leaning his bare back against
the shed, he re-formed his hand
and placed a finger to his lips, asking
a nearby rooster not to give away his position.
Fair is foul and foul is fair
Lies, betrayal, hatred, and blood
Loom freely in the air.
Dearest hero turned foe
Believe the literal truth and fell to an all time low
His lady acted not as his conscience
I am the start
the middle
and the end of my life... and life I hold....
A little girl who knows nothing of the
blood, death, and ghosts that haunt
our family.
I smile when I read this line of Shakespeare
And I nod to myself
And think
That never have I been so satisfied
With a few words typed on paper.
