What if the world turned its lights out?
What if the day turned to night?
What if the moon blocked the sunlight,
And never moved from its place?
What if the world lost its heat?
What if we froze on the spot?
What if another ice age came
And turned the land into ice?
What if the climate keeps changing?
What if we keep on polluting?
What if we add to the greenhouse effect,
And turn the earth into Venus?
What if the oceans should boil?
What if the trees should all die?
What if we never got rain again,
And the earth turned into a desert?
What if the atmosphere leaves us?
What if the earth is exposed?
What if the earth became bar
Five Little Children by xhauntedspiritx, literature
Literature
Five Little Children
Five little children, past lives deleted,
Their playground a warzone, their side, defeated,
None will remember what happened that day,
None will forsee what will happen today.
One is an infant, not older than two,
A torn coat, a cloth sack, and only one shoe,
Her home is a backyard, abandoned forever,
They will not return, not now, and not ever.
One is a toddler, a young boy of four,
He lives in a warehouse, and sleeps on the floor,
A month he has gone without saying a word,
It's only his tears that will ever be heard.
One is a deaf girl, her years number five,
Just short of a miracle that she's still alive,
She hides
Bringing Down The Blade by xhauntedspiritx, literature
Literature
Bringing Down The Blade
The alarm clock rings for another day,
It's raining outside and the skies are grey,
A tired soul awakens within,
The night is over, the day begins.
She silently moves from place to place,
Her sadness we see from the look on her face,
A life of misery brings forth the tears,
Her pain has been endless for so many years.
The evening draws near, the day will soon end,
A last goodbye to the life she can't mend,
In less than two minutes she brings the blade down,
The blood starts to flow, in tears she will drown.
The morning sun rises, she lay on her bed,
Not breathing a breath, this girl, she is dead,
The stains on the bed
Hang On To Your Sanity by xhauntedspiritx, literature
Literature
Hang On To Your Sanity
Black dreams, origination of evil,
Home of hatred, torment and jealousy.
Your hopes and aspirations are hiding here,
But you will never find them.
Black is the darkest; you cannot get darker,
It hides even the brightest of things.
You can't see through it, you can't see into it,
You can't get back out what went in.
Be careful what you do with your sanity,
It's the last thing you want gone,
Cause if you tip it off the edge,
Into the black it will go.
Hang on to your sanity, it's all you have,
Without it, you might die.
You'll lose control, and slowly but surely
Your mind will explode with madness.
Hang on to you
Never mind the words I couldn't say,
They were never meant to be,
Never mind the smile I couldn't find,
It was never meant to happen,
Never mind the tears I couldn't stop,
It was all too soon for me,
Never mind the sun that never shone,
We were never meant to be.
Enchained By Her Vampyric Addiction,
Mesmerised By Her Mystical Callings,
Am I Safe In The Shadows?
Like A Palace Of Dreams,
And A Rose In The Rain,
She Runs By Moonlight, Sleeping By Day.
No Such Thing As A Perfect World,
What About My Nymphetamine Girl?
My Hypnotic, Nocturnal Nymphetamine Girl?
What Of Her Silent Ghost In The Fog
That Runs Beside Her,
Residing, Disappearing Long Before The Dawn?
Alas, Another Side To Herself.
A Box Full Of Sharp Objects,
She Shakes The Hand That Feeds,
Her Bleeding Mascara Running Free
In The Coldness Of The Red September.
Her Broken Dreams Just Bricks In The Wall,
A Cut Too Deep, This Is
Well. It's summer, and i'm as bored as fuck. I spose i'll end up wasting my life away on the computer writing useless boring crap and drawing useless pictures. Hmm... not that that sounds too bad or anything.
Well, its happened. I've finally retreated to my shell again. Wasn't given much of a choice though - its easter hols, nothing to do, both my feet are in plaster and my stomach is the size of a football. Oh its a good life. Well no. Its madness on a stick but hey, thats what you get when you're me. Now at about this point i'd usually be popping outside for a cigarette but I actually quit - yes, read all about it, leanne has quit smoking.
Well. Tobacco anyway.
So now its back to the old world where its just me, my computer and my imagination. And painful feet.
This gallery is going into display only mode, meaning there'll be no comment options. I don't want other people commenting on my work because anything I do (unless its in the scraps) is finished and no further improvements are going to be made. If you like it, cool, if you don't, maybe next time.
Love you all people,
xxx ME xxx