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Chronicle 7Standing there in a silent stare upon her form, his eyes narrow upon her lilith form noticing she is not aware of his presence. He tilts his head slightly to one side as her lush lips begin to part as she speaks to him. He nearly faints, but holds composure as she begins to say sorry. he places his hand to her forearm and says softly, "...no... no .. its okay.. ".He goes silent again as she continues to speak. Squinting his eyes as he questions her intentions. Then, suddenly she turns and flees from him like he were here to take her away, or punish her for her sins. He frowns slightly as he watches her go for a moment, and then a sudden urge springs forth from within him and he follows behind her in a half sprint. Weaving through the flowing crowd of people, as he chases after her attempting to plead with her as she flees, "..please!.. wait! ..you don't have to run away! .. WAIT!..".Being thrown and tossed about, nearly losing her, until they finally run out of the crowd into an open
Awaiting DeathEach time we arrivewe die... die.. die..every way..every day..moving down along the pathlooking skywardscreaming, "feel my wrath!"you can't control thisnot now, not ever againi'm living in corrupted blissliving up my sinI await deathslowly, taking inmy last sharp breath.
Chronicle 4The year of the Lotus festivities have begun. The sounds of the rythmatic banging of the drums and instruments being played without a hitch, the melodic vibes coursing through the great-oak city of Shehni.Another character that stands out amongst the crowd only to those that know him as the child destined to be next in line for false idolecy behind the Prime Eutrepek Guiver with more power and control than most of them would ever have, lives amongst the Aild in their peaceful city away from the publicity that follows along with his situation and position. Why Etigoh you ask? Well, because the people of Etigoh do not know of the politically elected false Gods, called the Primes. Or at least that is the true definition. If you were to ask one yourself, that being if you were lucky enough to meet one face to face and know about it, they would proclaim to be the true gods.After their daily lessons, the small group of prep-like teenagers, spawned from the most wealthy and power hungry fa
The Freakish MeDon't hate mejust 'cause I tendto get a little freakyevery now and thenNo, you got me all wrongI'm not trying to set a trendso what if I look a little freakydisplaying my true colorsof red, gold, and burgandyIts not everydayI get to express the real meIts not always a bad thingTo show everyonehow unique you can beDon't hate me forthe things I've got peircedthrough my nose, ears and tongueI'm doing somethingyou would have never doneby showing that I can be originalAnd if you got a problem with thatI'm just going to say hey..Did you ever stop to thinkJust once thatyou might be the freakand not me.The Freakish Me ---by aristocrat :2002.03.01:
Secret AdmirerThey watch you from afaradmiring your beautythat only few may seeadmiring the inspirationthat you give to theeThey write sweet wordsin an attempt to weavethee into their words of woethese words that flow from the heartlike they were written by PoeThey send dozens of rosesand tons of chocolate candieshoping that these deluctableswould begin to swayyour thoughts of themeach and every dayAlthough as sweet as can betheir attempts seem a bit nuttyto the average personlike you and meBut then again,we could be wrongbecause they are apart of everythingthat makes your dayseem wonderful in every waythe feeling to be admireredthe feeling to be wanted like soits food...food for the soulAnd this is whywe fall victim to societyand the popularityof the classic romantic storyof the secret admirer...
The philosophical highWhy do you remain reticentSpeak your mindYour far from innocentEveryone is leaving you behindWakey wakey sleepy headIts that time againYour turn to take a hitSay it out loudMake it knownSay hey! I'm the incrowdMake me your ownOnly one allowedCause I'm an originalThis is what makes me unique..Thats why I'm an individualI don't follow the trendBecause its all the sameIt comes together in the endI'll still be who I amAnd you'll still be high on ritalin
Ramble onRamble on,Ramble on..Stuttering doesn't helpMumbling doesnt' get you anywhereSpeak upSpeak outloudLet them all hearwhat you have to sayI'm not a pawn, I'm not a pawnRamble on,Ramble on..Mesmorize me with your wordsHypnotize me with your rantingsI need something to sayI want to hear you anywayThere is nothing you can dobut..Ramble on,Ramble on..No one is listeningno one caresJust keep ramblingLike a nutty little psychoMaybe one day,just maybe...it will be more than justRambling..