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I was bored and to show my love for goku/vegeta i drew this:
hope you like...
| Title: | Well well well... |
| Topics: | avatar |
| Date: | 2007-05-20 @ 21:58 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London |
| Music: | Snow - Red Hot Chillie Peppers |
| Mood: | cranky  |
I have exams evry fucking day of this week. Oh great....
But i was bored today and drew this.
It's from that show Avatar, it's Prince Zuko. Nobody likes that show but me. Well w/e it's a great show! <3
| Title: | Tralala....la |
| Topics: | blah |
| Date: | 2007-05-17 @ 23:50 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | Unfortunately LONDON.... |
| Mood: | confused  |
| Title: | SANDMAN SANDMAN |
| Date: | 2007-01-22 @ 22:37 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London, How Unfortunate... |
| Music: | Black Parade - My chemical Romace |
| Mood: | pessimistic  |
SANDMAN SANDMAN
Sandman sandman help me to sleep.
I haven't slept for more then a week.
Sandman sandman take me away,
Take me away from this day so grey.
To the castle in the sky,
Where you can't cheat or hate or lie.
Sandman sandman,
Get me the Boogieman.
He knows what I need,
He'll bring me up and put me down,
And then he'll watch me bleed.
He'll sit me in his thrown so high,
In that castle in the sky.
He'll watch as my tears flood the halls,
And the sounds of sobs bounce off the walls.
He'll be my friend; he'll sit and listen,
Pretending to care, his eyes will glisten.
Sandman sandman take me back home,
To that place where I am free to roam.
But where is this place?
This home I embrace?
From my memory my homes are erased,
My home, my happiness will soon be replaced.
Sandman sandman, please let me sleep,
Tonight I feel tired, and don't want to weep.
Let the Boogieman sleep under my bed,
I will give him a pillow to rest his head.
Sandman sandman, give me your sand,
Take me away from this nightmare land.
| Title: | Revenge is sweet |
| Date: | 2007-01-22 @ 22:32 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London, England.... |
| Music: | Famous Last words - My chemical Romance |
| Mood: | discontent  |
Revenge is Sweet
That has to be the least,
Attractive position I've seen you in.
On your knees begging for mercy.
You know that your begging is wasted upon me.
My merciful days are over, GONE!
No pity, no sympathy, no empathy.
And both you and I know whose fault that is…
Well don't we?
Why do you look at me as if confused?
Have you lost memory of what you have done?
Is this a sign of sudden amnesia?
Well I haven't forgotten.
Stop your crying.
I am the one who should shed those tears.
I haven't done anything.
Yet.
While you on the other hand, have done many things.
Many things that I didn't deserve to go through.
But thanks to you,
I did.
STOP! DON'T SHED ANOTHER TEAR.
It's pathetic.
There is no point anyway.
It's not like it's going to change anything.
You know that there is no other way.
Reconsider?
HA, now why would I do that?
Did you reconsider?
Speak louder you imbecile I can't hear you.
Louder…
Ahh… No.
If you didn't then why should I?
This one isn't as good as my other poems. But if you like then yay if you don't like then boohoo to you.
xxx
| Title: | Island in My head... |
| Date: | 2007-01-22 @ 22:00 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London, How Unfortunate... |
| Music: | Try Honesty - Billy Tallent |
| Mood: | aggravated  |
Island In My Head
I put my secret into a box and send if off to sea,
It sails away to that private place where all secrets should be.
Not visible by anyone, marooned all on it's own,
On an island in my mind, sitting all alone.
It's something you can't know, it's something hidden deep,
You would never understand, this something I must keep.
In the box are all the truths, and all my vulnerability,
If let out I would lose trust and all my sensibility.
The box should be closed with lock and key,
Tightly shut so it can't go free.
Not escaping to the mouths that spread,
But marooned on a beach on the island in my head.
Just a poem I wrote when feeling under the weather and under many other things. It's short and a little rubbish, but who really cares anyway. Well hope you like it. If you don't then w/e.
| Title: | COLD COFFEE |
| Date: | 2007-01-22 @ 21:56 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London, England.... |
| Music: | Call me when you're Sober - Evanecence |
| Mood: | crappy  |
COLD COFFEE
The coffee is always,
Bland.
Never fresh, Never new.
Yet I drink it,
Everyday.
As if it cleanses my soul,
Of all my sins.
The taste lingers in my mouth,
On my tongue.
It is from seventeen years ago,
The paper,
That is…
Bringing back that,
Feeling.
I take another swing,
Like how I did then.
With her.
But now it's with coffee,
Going cold.
I'm reading,
Like it's the first time,
It happened.
I swallow the cleanser,
I swallow my sins,
Without hesitation.
I stand to pace the room.
My days have always been the same,
Since seventeen years ago.
The seclusion did me well,
I find myself a better person.
Just,
Better.
God has been watching me,
I can see him,
When I close my eyes.
He watches,
With different eyes.
Unlike the eyes that wanted me to fail.
Go over the edge.
Explode.
Now he watches,
As I climb out of Lucifer's Bed.
Originally seduced by him,
But now ashamed.
I sit on the floor,
The cold stone against my back.
I should feel guilty,
She was so young.
But,
I.
Do.
Not.
My head leans,
Against the metal bars.
I'm dieing,
But I understand.
With no regrets,
I remain.
Cadged,
Like the animal I am.
Dunno if it's good prob not. But hey, if you like it comment, if you think it'f rubbish, comment!
Cheeri-O
xxx
Agatha
| Title: | A HALLOWEEN POEM, since i don't like christmas... |
| Date: | 2006-12-20 @ 12:13 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London England |
| Music: | Never be lonely -- The feeling |
| Mood: | discontent |
HALLOWEEN
It's time for Halloween
For spooks unseen
For candy and sweets
No trick just treats
A time when the dead come alive.
Not one dead, but many...many plus five.
As they leave their empty tombs.
They see the witches mount their brooms.
They cackle and laugh as they fly into the sky.
Planning what to scare, to frighten and make cry.
Their pointy hats lopsided and black.
As they fly down to quickly attack.
Vampires remove the stakes from their hearts.
And walk around fulfilling their parts.
Alone in solitude their lives they have spent.
But always come out to see this event.
The werewolves come out to howl to the moon.
It might not be full but it sure will be soon.
They walk about up and down the street.
Stepping on toes with their big hairy feet.
Halloween is the day,
When the ghouls come and play.
It happens once every year,
When your fears appear.
The man under your bed.
The voice in your head.
The girl dripping red.
Your screaming in dread.
| Title: | MY OLD POEMS |
| Date: | 2006-12-18 @ 01:04 |
| Security: | public |
| Location: | London, England.... |
| Music: | none |
| Mood: | stressed  |
HITLER
There once was a guy named Hitler,
Who mopped around looking bitter.
He failed university,
Hated Jews and diversity.
To him the Jews were littler
His artwork didn’t go far,
So he spent his time at the bar.
But he didn’t drink beer,
Just sat with a sneer,
Hoping to someday go far.
So he made a group that hated the Jews,
They wore black ties and formal shoes.
They blamed the Jews for their lack of money,
They made rude jokes that weren’t very funny.
The government leader they planned to kill,
Promising
But Hitler’s plans went terribly wrong,
He didn’t plan well his actions weren’t strong.
His failed attempt sent him to jail,
Where he wrote a book to tell his tale.
But like his artwork it wasn’t well known,
It was a hard read and had a dull tone.
He wasn’t in jail for a very long time,
He spent three months repaying his crime.
But when he got out he was ready to fight,
He made killing Jews a German’s delight.
Of the country he gained control,
He was convincing fulfilling his role.
He brainwashed the people, he did it a lot,
But they were unsure of his greater plot.
But when they found out they just kept going.
The hate for the Jews growing and growing.
Life for them became cold and unfair,
Hate, unhappiness, disgrace, despair.
To the camps the all Jews were sent,
Where they were tortured, hurt with torment.
This was what Hitler had always planned out,
He wasn’t a nice man, now that was no doubt.
Hitler was the one, who began World War two,
A war of racism between the German and the Jew.
The Teacher
There once was a teacher who did nothing but yell
She’d yell all through class, right until the bell
She’d hate all her students, she thought they were dumb
But they were just children, depressing and glum
She never let them play, they just sat inside
They read about education, and its influence world wide
She never let them smile, laugh nor cry
She didn’t like emotions, and no one knew why
One day Timmy fell and scraped his knee
He cried in the bathroom, so she wouldn’t see
She caught him crying, his face wet with tears
She looked really angry, like his deepest fears
She yelled and she yelled and then she yelled some more
She was drowning him with spit, until a knock at the door
The teacher stopped yelling and reached for the knob
Then there stood the principal, Mr. Jamson McSlob
At Timmy’s teacher, he angrily glared down
His body wore a suit and his face wore a frown
He opened his mouth and said, “Please follow me.
Don’t ask any questions, just let this boy be.”
Timmy was left there, happily alone
“That woman was evil, right down to the bone.”
He went back to class, to spread the good news
The teacher was gone, along with their blues!
~ MỲ ĄňġӘĻ ~
I met an angel.
A fallen angel.
He asked for my help,
He reached for my hand.
But we were too distant.
Too far apart.
I couldn't reach him.
So deeper he fell.
Travelling
The plane lifts from the ground,
My ears popping,
I love this feeling,
Not my ears popping,
But,
The whole new world that I’ll see,
A different culture,
A different colour,
A different shape,
A different type of living
I’ll come back from the new world,
My plane will descend,
My ears popping,
I love this feeling,
Not my ears popping,
But,
Coming home.
If you like any of these feel free to comment. If you dislike any of these also feel free to comment. Thank you
xxx
