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A road to the unknownSo far, my potential has come to known,A road to the unknown by ~xxCoRyShIeLdSxx
what it can be & what it has shown.
But it feels that my shadow is now my clone,
because I feel I'm on a road into the unknown.
It feels that I don't know today,
that I am lost or don't know the way.
It seems to me that I cannot say,
what I think is good or should I leave or stay.
My potential feels weak from what I've known,
so different yet same from the things it has shown.
Creating a shadow that I call my clone,
as I feel I'm on a road into the unknown.
I walk along the crowds of many,
confusing who I am; thinking my name is Benny.
Dumbfounded because of thoughts I'm forgetting,
Waste lessIs this humanity;Waste less by ~xxCoRyShIeLdSxx
Or fox-faced mothers?
Are we to blame,
For the deaths of many?
Is this just a game,
for heartless minds.
To criminally wind,
or destroy what's designed?
We are nothing to many,
but something to some.
We fight for peace for integrity,
but darkness for fun.
Some think life's nothing but a joke,
but why should you care?
Since when did you care for us?
Maybe you were too busy with your pop-culture monstrosity.
What a waste!
Believe me, it's a real deal for us,
and not a skeptic plate of despair.
I don't care if you think it's disgusting,
nor if it's fair.
Tomorrow's StarUnited, they say we are,Tomorrow's Star by ~xxCoRyShIeLdSxx
divided, we say by far.
We show the courage that stands upon thar,
We are a generation of Tomorrow's Star.
We the ones who use tomorrow's today,
as a new potential that shows a new way.
We are dark as night & as light as day,
and we voice a factor at what we say.
We are united, to show where we are,
though individually divided no matter how far.
We create our own history, that stands upon thar,
'cause we are a generation of Tomorrow's Star.
Though we'll fight, though we'll kill, just to show what is right,
though we'll fear with our lives, a bad though that will fright.
We belong where we are, our future
Pirates Of The Caribbean 6: The Death SwordAll the rights on this characters are reserved to the Walt Disney Pictures Company! I just wrote the storyline.Pirates Of The Caribbean 6: The Death Sword by ~CaspromVX
Pirates Of The Caribbean 6: The Death Sword! (Re-written Version)
Part 1: To Bermuda we sail!
The black wooden lady of the imperial Pearl prevailed itself's majesty to the sea by completly ignoring the submissives waters, scattering themselves and passing by aside as they made a bow before the ship on grateful dance. Without showing much impression by those performances, it teased the waves which had even more audacity, and they threw themselves to hug with tenderness the master on a desperate try to demote that expressionless stare from above. The great wooden lady had a face, after all, a face that the sea liked to gaze and which allowed it to recognize the ship in between a full army of Galleons battling. That was the old and imponent sentinel Jolly Roger. To him, even the wind seemed submissive in that
Queer Things: Homosexuality =/= MisogynyI've noticed an interesting trend in the writing of gay male characters; and by interesting, I mean infuriating.Queer Things: Homosexuality =/= Misogyny by *kimikimochi
Gay characters have spent a long time clawing their way into the public eye. While gay characters have been around since the origin of fiction itself, it hasn't been until modern works that the gay community has really been given a voice. Unfortunately, with every good thing there must be some bad. In this case, I'm speaking of the trend to write gay characters as misogynist and misandrist in fiction.
For those who've never had these terms defined to them because they're fortunate not to live near a horde of new wave feminist art
Shadow of the Lonesome"Hi."Shadow of the Lonesome by ~Kuraun-Kuraun
The boy crouched down, staring at his shadow quizzically.
When he received no response, he frowned slightly.
"I see. You're not going to talk to me either."
He mindlessly kicked at a stray pebble, watching as it skipped across the ground. They weren't much different, he mused; both of them had been forgotten by the world.
"I don't get it."
He hung his head.
"What did I ever say?"
He clenched his fists.
"What did I ever do?"
"You're not going to listen either, are you?"
He cracked a small, pained smile.
"That's okay. Nobody does."
Silent t e a r sThe first teardrop that hits the ground,Silent t e a r s by ~Pink-Snowbunny
Falling silently without a sound.
It's an awakening from within,
That something terrible, or possibly beautiful,
Is about to begin.
This silent teardrop that falls without a sound,
I watch it as it hits the ground.
It's icy sting as it falls from my eyes,
Is the hearts silent reminder to the wise,
If you fall again it'll just be your own demise.
If I were smart,
I'd take my heart right now and depart.
After all I never gave it to you anyways,
So maybe there is still time to snap myself out of this daze.
But I always tell myself to run,
But I figure when you do, You fall twice as hard as
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