|It's about time I edited this widget. In any case, I am so happy with this animation! It's escalated to the top of my list of cool things!|
HeroOne day, I'll save someone from their blackholes.
I'll be swooping in, just in the nick of time
Then I'll take them up snugly into my arms.
And I'm going to make their hearts flutter
Anew with hope.
One day, I'll save someone from their monsters.
I'll be armed and ready, to bash them up good
Then I'll smile and tell them, "They're gone now."
And I'm going to train 'em up so that they can
Fight their own monsters.
One day, I'll save someone from the world.
I'll be there, just waiting to take the weight
Then I'll put it down gently onto the ground.
And I'm going to fix them broken things so
It'll be all right again.
One day, I'll save somebody
Whether they're young or old,
A girl, a boy or even a hermaphrodite.
I'll save anybody at all.
Just you wait.
I'm gonna be a hero to someone.
The jumping star . . . .
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One little star, fell to the ground.
She looked to the sky and she felt down.
Poor little star, she doesn't know what to do.
So she built a catapult and shot herself to the moon.
This little star, fell yet again!
She looked to the sky and she felt blue.
Sad little star, walked to a cliff.
She jumped down and felt herself lift.
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WeedsFor whom am I to concur
That when I glance at roses,
I feel pulls at my heartstrings
And a faint case of nostalgia?
Fairytales and rapture;
Two very absent subjects
Never endowed upon
My rather melancholy upbringing.
This nostalgia is not of my own.
Weeping tiger lilies
Drooping over their dying leaves
Due to excessive hate from the sun
Just as I was, am, from my family.
A rather fatal divorce
Ruined my still-developing
Five year old mind and
Prematurely tainted my soul.
Nostalgia should be removed from my vocabulary.
Living in a bag on a schedule
To one house to school to another house.
It will be twelve years this coming spring
Of having houses but no home.
Time has doubled as did aging,
Not in physicality but mentality.
Death at times, was more inviting
Than sitting down to eat dinner alone.
Nostalgic roses sway.
My heart is the rose bush
Full of emotions fragile like roses
Each has grown and been nurtured
Regardless of color and size
And yet, daily, they are attacked;
PlungeWater engulfs your body
As I watch you jump from the boat
You make my heart beat quickly
When you don’t resurface afloat
I soon jump in after you
Prepared to give up my life
What kind of man would I be
If I didn’t dive in for my wife
There were no beastly Krakens however,
For me to fight off for you
You simply played your hiding game
To see what I would do
I really want to be a Game Designer and Animator when I grow up.|
I also do not ever want to grow up.