pick you up
while you're sleeping
blindfold on
to stop your peeping
you are wrong
and so unkind
you time has come
now you are mine
At my hand
you must suffer
feel the pain
and cry out "mother"
gently slit
slowly slice
in my pit
i treat you nice
grasping, squeezing
thrashing death
with your life
torturous teasing
the blood it runs
from cuts and pains
i feel it gushing
from your veins
you are not first
you are not last
i will be remembered
in the past
Dave-Chapter Sixteen
Tenderly he kissed her again, wanting nothing more than to linger. Gently, desire sweeping away all of the pain. The sweet taste of her dampened lip, the gentle embrace expressing all the passion of their love. Separation. They stood, embracing each other, not wanting to be apart. Bliss. To be floating alone, unhindered by terrestrial restrictions, stuck in time, wrapped in each other's arms. Life together, never ending, perpetual, each other, heaven. Time. Killer, death, again, rendering their devotion irrelevant. The downside of euphoria, underpinnings of depression. All too soon, their time together is over.
"The priest came into the bleach white cell and sat down. It was one of the ugliest places he had ever been; the walls seemed to capture the aura of their doomed contents. The sickly-clean stench of a hospital fills his nostrils. The slow tick, tick, tick of the clock fills his ears. This is a cell for those who committed the most heinous of crimes and would pay for it with their life. He was there to take the confession of one such criminal. That criminal is me, Bob Garben.
"I greeted him with a grumbled 'Hello, father' and he nodded in response.
"'Do you have anything you would like to confess?' He asked.
As I sit here and slowly close my eyes I take another deep breath and feel this pain pass through my body. My eyes open and I return to reality. The sickly—clean stench returns to my nostrils. Steak still lingers burning my tongue with torturous pleasure. The slow tick, tick, tick of the clock goes on. And on and on and on. My eyes now begin to focus, and I start to take notice of my surroundings. My eyes stop on the ever ticking clock. Every tick is one less I have until…until…until then, when it's all over and I cease to be. Tick, tick, tick it continues never ending, never tiring, always there counting down the time until the inev
here i am.
here for you.
waiting for
something to do.
in my mind
i can't escape
or find the time
to get away.
when you're here
and i'm not alone
there is no fear
i am at home.
what's this life,
this love i give?
my heart is yours
until i live.
when its over
think again
i will be a rover
'till the end.
i am here
and you are there
and i taste of fear
everywhere.
in my life
i can not hte (https://www.deviantart.com/te)
but in due time
i will be late.
i live for this.
don't try to save.
i 'll take the risk
and be a slave.
in this hour,
life is sour,
and some day
i'll fade away,
and then you'll see
what this will be,
i am free
and i am me.
time is fleeting
i am eating
sheep are bleating
you are meeting
in the weather
it is better
in the rain
i felled pain
this is warm
in the cold
this is young
and this is old
this is living
this is dying
we are happiest
when we're crying
all it takes
all it makes
is right now
when it awakes
in the right
or in the wrong
we are all
part of the song
when it happens
when it's sung
breathing dampens
we are strung
all this weight is too much and at the same time it's not enough
Dave could not get Life off of his mind. Life got on his mind, and he couldn't get Life out. When Life happened to Dave it was the end of him. Life had caused him pain, Life had given him joy, Life engendered confidence, Life stripped him away.
I am an Iron Man
Living in the world of tomorrow
And if I can not escape
I'll have to beg or have to borrow
I used to live in a world that was
So damn nice
Can't be anymore we all need to
Live our lies
And I can not see straight now
Makes it really hard to write
But we can rarely see
In any part of our lives
So when you think I'm gone
babe please take a chance
Get out on that floor
And do your little dance
If I leave you alone
Baby please don't hate me
Because I'll know you're okay
And the knowledge will set us free
And when we don't get along
I'll write you songs like these
And by the time I'm done
I'll have y
It was a normal morning when Dave Furze boarded his school bus in the silence of a picturesque dawn. As he boarded the bus, he took note of his friend in the front seat, and sat opposite him. He took off his jacket, pulled out his lunch, and stuffed his jacket in his backpack followed by his lunch. He then pulled out his outdated cd player, popped in some Manson and proceeded to blow his ears with his anti-god super-Goth techno rock.
Meanwhile, his bus had picked up several more silent early-morning corpses, all waiting for the transfer. At this time approximately 2 guys and 2 girls had boarded the bus, and a third was awaiting the im
Dave, having rethought his life, still could not bring himself to talk to Laura on the bus. He ran into her at a carnival with some friends and managed to win her and her friend a Shrek doll. He ran into her at a local parish event where he helped her clean up. He saw her every day, but he still couldn't find a way to talk to her. Finally, one day, while he was out with his friends, he found an in. He was friends with Laura's cousin, or something like that. One day, he found a way to talk to her in a friendly setting, nut he also found out that in the time he had wasted trying to find his words, she had found someone else who was intere
Dave went home and pondered about what he was going to do about Linda. He knew how he felt around her; he didn't know how he felt around her. He couldn't make up his mind about what to do. He had strong feelings for her, but he couldn't tell her because she would think that he was only giving her advice that would benefit him. He was caught between a rock and a hard place. What could he do? He finally decided to give it up. She obviously was obsessed with Joe and he wasn't going to get in the way of that, even if the obsession might be a tad unhealthy. It almost seemed to Dave that she was out to get her feelings hurt. She had had a
Dave gave up; called it quits; just said no. He couldn't deal with the pressures of trying to both woo Linda and console her about her love life without getting the two confused. So he decided to eliminate one of them. He couldn't turn his back on a friend in need of advice, so he had to eliminate the romantic aspects. Now that he had freed himself from the distractions that Linda wrought on his mind daily. He continued with their friendship, trying to mend her bridges with Joe.
Meanwhile, Dave went about trying to find someone to fill the still gaping hole Ayrin had left in him two years earlier. He had eliminated two of his prospects
When Dave realized that he had no one left to go to, he began to think he would never find anyone to be with. But, one night, while he was talking to one of his friends, he realized that there are so many out there that he thought he could never have, but he now realized that the world was at his disposal. He thought back on the past few weeks of his life and realized that Linda was an amazing young woman. She was young, beautiful, and intelligent; a triple threat. After second guessing himself and thinking for a long time, Dave finally got up the nerve to ask her out. But, he couldn't find a way to do it in person. He had to hide behin
Dave sat and thought for hours and days and seconds and minutes. Dave thought and thought and thought and then decided to think some more. He locked himself inside his mind and went into his autopilot setting again. He thought and felt generally pensive, so he thought twice. While on his cruise control he had many and fleeting thoughts which are difficult to report because Dave didn't write them down until after he had finished his thinking, which had taken about a week, so he didn't have total recall of what he had thought about or what he thought. All he could remember were brief glimpses of his present location and surroundings at var
Dave was sitting around feeling depressed one day, so he decided to start writing stuff down. He wrote and wrote and wrote, and it kind of made him feel a little better. But he couldn't tell the truth when he wrote, that was too easy. He decided to write about his life from his perspective, and let his readers sift out the truth from the fiction for themselves.
As Dave wrote, he found himself learning more about himself than he already knew. He found out his true feelings, while telling them to the world, and that was the only way he could find to do it. It was ironic, Dave had always been very introverted around his peers, but now he w
Dave…….was puzzled. This happened often when he considered things as puzzling as the origins of the universe, or his thoughts on "how it all worked" (a saying he used to euphemistically refer to religion), or when he pondered his emotions. Today it was his emotions and his mental behavior that had him so puzzled. He thought about her so much, but he was so unsure of his feelings toward her. He loved her; that much he knew for sure. It was the type of love that puzzled him. Was it romantic love? Or was it a platonic love? He knew he didn't want anything physical from her beyond a friendship, but he thought he would in the future; the dis
Prom. Dave had found a way to go to prom. It was something that hadn't occurred to him before. He could ask someone to whom he hadn't spoken in a while. She hadn't occurred to him at first because it had been months since they had talked, and it was very rarely that they saw each other. Lana was a very nice young lady who Dave had met through scouts; cub scouts, of all the places to find a date for prom, it had to be cub scouts. Lana's youngest brother was in the same unit as Dave's brother. This meant that Dave saw Lana at the campouts, and that they were the only two of their age who were there. Thus, they spent a great deal of time
It was a normal morning when Dave Furze boarded his school bus in the silence of a picturesque dawn. As he boarded the bus, he took note of his friend in the front seat, and sat opposite him. He took off his jacket, pulled out his lunch, and stuffed his jacket in his backpack followed by his lunch. He then pulled out his outdated cd player, popped in some Manson and proceeded to blow his ears with his anti-god super-Goth techno rock.
Meanwhile, his bus had picked up several more silent early-morning corpses, all waiting for the transfer. At this time approximately 2 guys and 2 girls had boarded the bus, and a third was awaiting the im
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Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
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MSI
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Edgar Allen Poe, Joss Wheadon
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Dragon Wars.
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PC
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