A fat little chef from Marseilles
declared National Bouillabaisse Day.
He served his fish stew
and everyone cried "Hip Hooray!"
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thought
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank page
As comparable to the most dreadful curse
But I see it as potential
To write in my own words the perfect verse
And though this is yet to happen
The promise will always remain right there
Like a newborn leaving the womb
As they take their first breath of fresh air
Some people will see the blank page
As a reason or excuse to give in
But every great literary work
Needed a scribbled first word to begin
Seeds of a thought that blossom
Thoughts that bloom in to an idea
The page slowly becomes your friend
As the reason you’re writing becomes clear
Some people will see the blank page
As their familiar adversary
As difficult to run away from
As the hardest to forget memory
But like those unwanted memories
It eventually will have to be faced
Don’t hide away from the hollow
And with words the blank page will be replaced
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to live
for if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to give
I wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peace
for if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would cease
I wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pa
for if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the law
I wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Mars
for if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the stars
I wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother true
for if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blue
I wish... I wish...
well, maybe someday
Who says you can't play on broken strings?Allow me to play
on the strings
of your broken heart
to prove to you
that the melody
of your soul
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.
Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
ClairvoyantI am not ashamed of my demons
And neither of my flaws
I have got my simple reasons
The ones on which I can gnaw
I'm not haunted by perfection
That is not what I seek
I prefer real affection
I favour being a freak
I am me not your vision
I can live how I want
I don't need your permission
You are no clairvoyant
Breathe AgainHath they quaver
By any other sway but West
For its fallen brother
I would have taken
Far from mistaken
The beads of sweat from rest
Crackle bones lost milk of mother
Departed as the bending sigh
The one that bred its daughter lie
So seed can bloom with mindful bride
Shed off the blissful slumber
Would golden blaze
Be unlike the brass war-chains
In low remains
Whilst weight shift in its wake
Tell moving breath
Out come its wealth
And not the founding of its pains
Slip from sightless
Gloss a cover of unknowing
No wisp of remorse or remiss
But metal shifts
And opened rifts
Divide an ocean outgrowing
Emblazoned even if in dark
I shall hark
Precious dull that beckons breathe
Even if restrained
Will not let waned
How earthen dreams have left their mark
If I could see
Old ones with minds of gilded time
Would it shine
And make pearls out of shapeless sea
Take their age
Befit a sage
To wrap this darkened world with light
Sound of a Silent GoodbyeI am haunted by the silence
Of our last goodbye.
Our final kiss was guidance
For the hardest goodbye I can’t deny.
The look in those eyes
Showed how difficult it was for you,
As if you were watching my demise.
I thought I was, too.
The sound of the silence
Was more than I could stand.
But I waited through the intangible violence,
Tearing passed the current moment unplanned.
I always thought the silence made a sound.
I wasn’t for sure until what happened now.
With the stare we shared, a little hissing became profound.
The thoughts rumbled in rage, which I had to allow.
There was pain in my chest.
There was sorrow in my mind.
I could have easily guessed.
Depression was the cause of me being confined.
The sound of a silent goodbye
Developed a sad being within me
That will forevermore scream until I die.
My capability of ever stopping it, I can’t foresee.
A silent goodbye has an everlasting sound,
A sound only heard by its host.
It constantly has a rebound,
Which will mak