Bloody RhymeOne, two, buckle my shoe.
It should've been me. Not her. Me.
Three, four, break down the door.
So many questions, but why, why, why?
Five, six, she's next in my mix!
I'd give anything. That's what I'd told the doctor. Blood, a kidney, a new heartwhatever it takes.
Seven, eight, piece of cake!
Three minutes and forty-two seconds. That's all. I left the room for three minutes and forty-two seconds. But he only needed three minutes and forty-one.
Nine, ten, bye bye Jen!
Bloody murder, bloody baker, bloody butcher, they said.
Eleven, twelve, I'll add to my shelve!
Flatline, they said, nothing they can do, they said.
Thirteen, fourteen, I'm getting quite keen!
I'll kill him, and then I'll kill me too. Because its my fault, and I'm guilty, guilty, guilty!
Fifteen, sixteen, is this the sister of that bean?
I'm the trap, and he's the mouse, I'm the bait, and he's the trapper.
Seventeen, eighteen, she couldn't have see
I'M SO BUSY Sorry! >///< I know I said I'd do some stuff, like "oh I'm doing this" or "sign me up," but then I didn't do anything. I really am sorry! I probably will get around to do whatever I said I'd do, but it will probably be late And this also means I will be unable to commit myself or participate in much anything anymore on here (for now)...
The reason I'm so busy: THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS. ;u;
"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." Someone
I won't bother you with a long list, but to sum it up... School, a few auditions for this and that, moping about the guy-who-shall-not-be-named, projects, life, and OTHER peoples' lives. Oh, and I was thinking of where to get a job. I kind of always wanted to work at the movie theater...:u
my face is in so much pain right now and this is after I ate my self pity ice cream //sob
Let's go CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY,
'Til we see th
Veritas"Have you seen my shoe?"
Asked the pilgrim, dressed in
Regal clothes of crimson.
"Vast campus we have,
Ask the students. Look,
Right there is the
The Randomites - Ch. 1"You guys aren't listening," I said, annoyed.
Chaos tilted his head, letting his dark black bangs fall gracefully over his eyes. He stared right at me, clueless. "What are we supposed to be listening to?"
I bit the inside of my lip, to keep myself from screaming. I clenched my fist, squeezing the ketchup packet I had in my fist. Chaos squeaked as ketchup shot out, splattering on the lunch table. "My ideas, my news, everything! You guys never listen."
"Christine, you need to get off your high horse," Alfonzo retorted. "It's not all about you, you know. This is a group. We all decided we'd be The Randomites, not The Christine Show."
"Shut up, smart ass." I growled.
"Look at that one. She fiiine," Matt commented, eyes locked on a tall, blond passerby. She was talking with her friend when Matt stopped her. "Whassup, girl? I saw you walking by, and"
Before Matt could finish, the girl slapped him hard with perfectly manicured nails. She then glared, as if daring him to
In the Rain"I could be a soccer player," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I gave the crumpled soda can another good, harsh kick, and sent it rolling down the street. Rain was drizzling lightly, but still seemed to wash away all color from the deathly quiet city. "If I ever finish high school, that is."
It was tedious, walking by gray walls, gray stores, and gray people. Everyone had some place to be, something to do, someone to be with. Not me.
I kicked the can again. It crashed against a garbage can, inches away from a sleeping homeless man. He immediately awoke, and his face melted into this uncontrollable, raging monster.
"Watch it, damn kid!" he yelled, glaring at me. "What the hell you doin'?"
Another person who hated me. What's new? I tuned out the rest of his curses, and walked on.
Taking a left, I crossed the street, not bothering to check for cars. A taxi can come hit me anytime now, and I wouldn't care less. I heard screeches on brakes and shouts from angry city drivers
DiversityA trip around the globe
Brings you round and round
You see colors
Of vibrant shades
You celebrate cultures
Of mystical tradition
You hear languages
Of foreign voices
You experience music
Of magnificent melodies
You smell fragrances
Of copious origin
You sample delicacies
Of exotic ingredients
You communicate with
Others through smiles
You laugh with
People you have never met
You ignore the lens
Of color, race, religion, and lifestyle
You cond through
Boundaries that are foolishly drawn
The world's diversity
Down"I don't plan on giving you the sweet satisfaction of killing me," I said, breathing in the captivating scent of the orchid he had handed me. "That's a privilege too valuable to give away to just anyone."
"Not even me?" the dark haired boy smiled sadly, brushing some of my hair out of my eyes. "Don't you love me?"
I brushed the cool petals of the snow white flower, letting a few tears trail down my face. The clear drops splashed onto the orchid, like the first drops of a storm. My voice was quiet, like a mouse, but yet strong and sure. "It feels good to cry."
He gently clasped my hands, and brought it to his lips. He kissed the petals of the flower and looked up into my eyes. "I love you."
Smiling, I pulled away and slid the orchid in my hair. Turning around slowly, I walked over to a small mirror to examine my reflection. My light brown tresses curled away from my pale face, my hazel eyes a sad yet understanding shade. I looked down at my wispy white dress. I looked like a prince