Sometimes I wonder if my cat has no idea what he's doing and is just your typical cat, or if he does know what he's doing and is secretly Satan.
(P.S. Would have written this sooner, but the shit hit the fan earlier today. Had to take care of that.)
Just You WaitLove will come to you, just you waitJust You Wait by Lukan-the-Oracle
It may come at a glance
Sparks fly in a flash
A love at first sight
That could last
It may come slow
A buildup over time
Sweet and simple
And forever there
It may be there just out of reach
Right at the corner of your eye
Always there, ever waiting
With arms open wide
It may already belong to you
Already captured, already given
Happily ever after
Love will come to you, just you wait
It may seem impossible
It may seem hard
But it’s true what they say
There is someone for you out there
They may be some failures
Some may break your heart
But soon you’ll find
The one that’s right
It could take some tears
There could be a long way to go
A few bumps here and there
To get the prize
But it will be there for you
No matter how long it takes
No matter what obstacles you face
That special someone just for you
Love will come to you, just you wait
We are...We are the forgottenWe are... by Lukan-the-Oracle
The broken and beaten
Those standing on shaky leg
Covered in blood and bruises
We took the abuse
The harsh words and thrown fits
Cried about the scars on our hearts
And covered up the wounds on our skin
We learned how to toughen up
How to take a hit and dish it back
Closing off our souls from the poison
And open ourselves to the ones who truly care
We are the survivors
The worriers and fighters
Learning to shield and deflect
While striking true with a sword and bow
We are also the damned
Those not strong enough
Not able to rise above it all
And were dragged down below
We are those who suffer
Who cry and scream out
Hoping for a dream that can’t be broken
And begging for a light that can’t be torn away
We are the damaged
So broken beyond repair
That flight is no longer possible
And tears are shed night after night
We are the dead
Those killed for fun
Torn down by verbal blows
And cruel actions that struck deep
So take a good hard look and liste
Just Leave Me BeYes I’m upset, no I don’t want a hug. I don’t want comforting words or sympathetic eyes. I want silence, I want solitude. I want to rant and rave and stew in my negative emotions. I want to find a dark and dreary corner where I can curl up with worn out teddy bear that has seen better days, and squeeze the life out of it while tears flood my eyes like spiteful rain sent by a sadistic god. I want to feel helpless and pitiful just once in my life to remind me that I’m nothing more than foolish mortal riddled with imperfections.Just Leave Me Be by Lukan-the-Oracle
And yet I feel angry, so angry like the twisted and demented form of Lucifer who was thrown out of heaven. So angry and hateful that I want to take something, anything, and throw it as hard as I can. I want it to break, to shatter. I want to break whatever I can get my hands on. To go on a rampage till everything is wreaked, is in ruins. I want my surroundings to be like the thundering shrapnel ravaging my heart.
Because I can’t take
Those Songs Make Sense Because of YouYou're the one that got away.
You're the girl I cry about
When I'm one drink away
From sweet oblivion.
You've ruined my favourite song,
But I'll always belong
You could strangle me,
And I would just be grateful
To be touched by you
One last time.
I thought I'd moved on.
Of course not.
A star never forgets
And you are the sort
Of supernova lover
That can never be
She told me -
Our friend -
That you weren't just
You'd told her
That you had loved me too.
So what did I do?
I shot vodka through
And fell to a baseline beat
By my favourite band.
And all of those songs
When I realised our fling
Had been more than
It's false pretence.
I loved you,
But it isn't past tense.
We could have had it all.
And if you're reading this,
I hope you know it's for you,
And how much I regret
'I love you too'.
FreedomWe were born
from the world
around us. Now,
we're just trying to
Break the chains
We built for ourselves.
My Life Story Isn't A Poem This is what it feels like to crumble down in a blazing squall.
You are muffled gunshots wrecking yourself in high speed collision with his brass armor. You compress every eruption by choking ashes and swallowing shatter glasses because god forbid you are a frostbitten girl with hitched breath and messed up mascara and god forbid you are explosive and god forbid you crumble down because no, you are an inspiration and you are clenched fist and sculpted chest, you are concrete and you are statue, you are the ice cold dusk and YOU DON'T GET TO FALL.
And somewhere between waiting the incoming of a knight in a white horse and the utter destruction of a gale force hurricane, you vomit pills and anesthetize your heartbeat in a locked bathroom, you are a sinking ship with polished medals and you are a callused writer with in
I Noticed That You Killed YourselfI saw that you drowned in your blood again.
Saw your wrist sliced into shreds,
amber water filling the tub to the rim.
Tell me next time so I can bring a boat,
so I can sing your elegy as your breath
escapes your throat.
So I can proclaim your cowardice to all who will hear,
so I can disguise my own anger with
words of praise to their ears.
Perhaps I'll swim away with you too,
but I'd rather not I suppose,
you left me too soon.
I guess this is a goodbye, at least it's not in phony text.
Though I would've loved it if you
told me, that the girl I loved would permanently make me her ex.
I guess my love wasn't enough to save you,
late nights at your window, or coaxing you to eat,
meant nothing to you.
Hours of listening and wasting sleep,
staying with you until exhaustion brought you peace.
I guess my determination wasn't a necessity.
Perhaps I should have taken the knife,
but the one time I did that, you nearly took my life.
So I'll watch you sadly as you drown in your blood,
and I'll sad
Movie Review: Hayao Miyazaki: My Neighbor Totoro
one big family by noctis07
Boarding Now: Catbuses to Spirit Worlds
This is the movie that really started it all for Japanese anime as a worldwide phenomenon: Tonari no Totoro (“My Neighbor Totoro”). Written and directed by Hayao Miyazaki and released in April 1988, it became the flagship of Studio Ghibli and can be found on lists of the most popular, the most iconic
Why Books SuckLet me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just around the bend.
They have no flaws to their name, no special traits to distinguish them, they're all the same.
Don't worry about remembering them, this story is stress-free, here for your pleasure.
You'll hold it like a treasure, believe it's the best thing ever written.
Oh, and do not feel guilty, do not feel smitten.
Each line was without effort, it was wri
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.i.
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub:
in the magazine I own that published your story,
they blurred out the crime scene photographs,
erasing your face and
the full curves of your breasts.
some part of me wonders
if you would have wanted this,
or if you would have liked for
the public to see you in your final moments,
half-soaked in grey-looking water,
your hair in strings, glued to the porcelain,
eyes closed and mouth gaping,
no breath stirring, no bubbles rising.
sometimes when I look
into the depths of my bathroom sink,
I hear your voice
(or what I imagine it to be--
after all, we never met).
you sit on the edge of the toilet seat,
and chat to me about the weather.
I would give anything to hear your real, living voice,
to ask you what you were thinking
as you lowered yourself
into the tub, queen of the tendrils of steam,
and let your lungs deflate like old birthday balloons.
on the news they say that your autopsy
revealed three quarters
of a bottle o
Current Residence: New York or somewhere in la-la land|
Favourite genre of music: rock and roll or soft rock
Favourite style of art: Manga + Anime
MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
Favourite cartoon character: to many to list
Personal Quote: Almost everyone is a little crazy, some just show it more then others