Ivory, Seashells, and Stars. by Ckn-bonbon, literature
Literature
Ivory, Seashells, and Stars.
She related to me her story a half-dozen times, and yet I never knew how to feel about it. Years and years passed, and it was only many years later did I understand what she meant. She related it all to me, telling me all about her purpose and creation.
“Your father made me for you, you know. He made me out of a million different things. He made me in the year 1803, and if you remember, that was the year you came of age in another part of the world. I think, at first, he made me so he had something to do; something to remind him of you while he was trying not to worry about you. But later, as he made me, I knew that he was fa
“Experiment five-one-eight seems to be behaving normally, sir. The subject goes through the routine Dr. Winters and I created for it, and does not object to any of the tasks we request it to perform. All in all, I believe that the subject will be able to be released into the world soon. This day in age, people are not averse to the idea of androids roaming around and getting jobs, et cetera- at least that’s what our anthropologists and sociologists tell us.” Dr. Flounder and Dr. Winters had been working for a very long time on this particular Android, whom they affectionately named Biff. When they had first been sign
I was walking along a country road,
Contemplating which way in life, I should go,
When I came across a note on a tree,
And the note, when I read it, said to me
Chorus:
You can’t live your life, if you fear for it day and night,
And you can’t stumble along, clinging to wrongs,
When you know what’s right,
Stick to your guns, and make sure you’re always true,
Do this and I promise life will be good to you
While I contemplated which way I ought to go,
The note seemed to write itself on my soul
And wouldn’t you know it, a fork appeared
And the words written in the note were clear
I knew which path it was that I sh
Every night before you left seems so far away,
But they were only a year ago, maybe a little more,
And I swear there were only 5 hours in a day
I not happy you left of course, and our love is a force
To be reckoned with, and I can’t help but feel the love,
As best as I can, of course, when you’re a million miles away,
And I can’t wait until you’re back to stay
Let’s have a party, over the internet,
We’ll drink till we’re drunk, and listen to Grand Funk
Build up our endurance for when you get home,
And we can party with all our friends and not alone, and
Chorus
Let my love for you take you flying,
I
Llyn Harwich and her Grandmother's Jewels by Ckn-bonbon, literature
Literature
Llyn Harwich and her Grandmother's Jewels
"It was dreadful! She spoke to me as if I had taken her prized pearl necklace, and then she yelled at Bradley in Gaelic! Who speaks Gaelic anymore!" Brigit is exasperated, and decidedly so. Everytime she tells the story, well, this part, it frustrates her. Her mother-in-law, Suzanne, had claimed that her thousand-dollar pearl necklace and pendant were stolen. She had immediately blamed Brigit, then proceeded to blame Bradley, Brigit's husband and Suzanne's son, and though Brigit couldn't speak Gaelic, she presumed what was said about her was not appropriate for someone as God-fearing as Brigit. Brigit is ranting to her friend, Louise, while a
Verse 1:
Beauty is all around me
And looking up at the stars, all I imagine are the numerous worlds waiting for us to discover
And I watch the clouds cover the moon from the safety of your arms,
As though the night wont ever ever ever ever end
And my heart stays on permanent lend
Chorus:
For you, I would live a million years,
Just to see you smile, cry a million tears,
And I pray every night, that your load on the journey is light,
And I watch the stars and plan our life in them
I live for you and the beauty that surrounds you
Verse 2:
I used to sing you a song about a faraway place,
And whenever I hear it, like, magic, I see
I can't believe I thought you were hot
I can't believe you and I used to talk
When I think of that time in my life, well-
It was a really dark time.
I can't believe I let you use me and the love I gave.
I can't believe I helped you dig me a grave.
I know hindsight is always 20/20
And like that Johnny Nash song I can see clearly
And I know I'm better now you're gone
There's no evidence to prove me wrong
My new man has got a plan and I love him dearly
I used to wonder if it was all my fault (you know, that we broke up)
But back then it wasn't my heart I would consult
I know hindsight is always 20/20
And like that Johnny Nash song
Searching for so long
Hoping only to find you're wrong
With so many failures, so much broken,
Sometimes it's easier to leave things unspoken
They say search and you will find
They say not every song has to rhyme
They say love that comes fast-
They say that kind of love just can't last
But we'll be alright, we'll be okay
I know we'll prove them wrong someday
You've already proved to me you're like no other man
Even if we don't do them, let's make plans
You've helped me back up, and I'll never be the same
My life's been so perfect since you came
They say search and you will find
They say not every song has to rhyme
They say love
Ivory, Seashells, and Stars. by Ckn-bonbon, literature
Literature
Ivory, Seashells, and Stars.
She related to me her story a half-dozen times, and yet I never knew how to feel about it. Years and years passed, and it was only many years later did I understand what she meant. She related it all to me, telling me all about her purpose and creation.
“Your father made me for you, you know. He made me out of a million different things. He made me in the year 1803, and if you remember, that was the year you came of age in another part of the world. I think, at first, he made me so he had something to do; something to remind him of you while he was trying not to worry about you. But later, as he made me, I knew that he was fa
“Experiment five-one-eight seems to be behaving normally, sir. The subject goes through the routine Dr. Winters and I created for it, and does not object to any of the tasks we request it to perform. All in all, I believe that the subject will be able to be released into the world soon. This day in age, people are not averse to the idea of androids roaming around and getting jobs, et cetera- at least that’s what our anthropologists and sociologists tell us.” Dr. Flounder and Dr. Winters had been working for a very long time on this particular Android, whom they affectionately named Biff. When they had first been sign
I would swallow my pride/ I would choke on the rinds/ But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside, Adonis sang a played while walking through the rooms. He had decided to play a little bit of guitar, and his favourite song to play was Inside Out by Eve 6. A Pre-Apocalyptic band, that only really had one hit. He had the drums and other instruments playing in the background from another room. He had gone through a stint of writing his own songs, but had quickly stopped that. No girl liked guys who wrote songs.
He heard a knock on the door, but didnt really want to answer it. Eventually, as the knocking became louder and
* * *
This is so awesome! Jonquil yelled from down the jump. Out of the corner of his eye, Adonis could see Jonquil going down the half-pipe. Adonis himself enjoyed the funboxes and handrails. He let out a yell and did an Ollie off the quarter pipe.
Adonis pulled up beside a handrail, and shortly after Jonquil joined him.
Dude, I told you this park would be awesome.
Cha! And, dude, I told you, Adonis smiled and then said, and I thought I wouldnt make any friends here.
Jonquil laughed and hovered over to the Euro near the middle of the park. Adonis watched as she did a kick-f
In the beginning, there was nothing. Only the remnants of a world that at one point held so many treasures, that even the Gods were jealous. So, to punish the humans, the Gods of the worlds destroyed them in an Apocalypse. The Norse called it Ragnarok, while the Christians referred to it solely as the Apocalypse. The only thing left from this destruction and death was a planet, broken and torn and empty of all things living, except a plant; one single plant that the human race originated from. After one human was created, the Gods saw the error of their ways, and created more; more humans to live on the planet they created for themselve
Louis wasnt surprised to see his son and Jonquils clothes messed and hair rumbled. He had smiled widely when he saw them, even though they had blushed to high heaven.
Kids, I think weve got a problem, he said, as he let himself into the apartment and sat at the dining table. He had just met with one of his Finders who had told him that he had been hired by Royce Rush to get his daughter back. Or to at least find her. When Louis told them, the two kids had looked at each other and shrugged; as if they knew this was happening. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, You guys arent s
You're gone. You've flown
away from me like a bird.
you've gone to a place where
me showing up wouldn't be
welcome enough but unwanted.
not only by me but
by you because I know that you
love me too much
adore me too much
to ever see me that way.
and then sometimes I wonder
if I can really change the world,
you always told me it was possible
but without you I don't think I could.
You'll never see me grow up
you'll never see me be a woman,
I'll never grow up in your eyes.
you've left me. I'm angry.
I want to go back and play child-like
games and food and laugh asthough carefree.
you've left me stranded and I ask mysel
Azrael, Azrael, angel of death,
Stop this chase, mock me no more,
I fear, gracious being, I am out of breath-
Your mercy, on my knees, I do implore.
Azrael, Azrael, I have lived my life well,
I can't stand to lose a thing.
But I am not ready to be sent to hell,
I'm not ready for the last bell to ring.
Azrael, Azrael, give me time.
I've finally found a beautiful reason
And this reason gives me rhyme!
Give me one last and final season!
Azrael, Azrael, being of grace,
Tell me you'll give me a chance.
Time to once more gaze at that face-
Time for one last dance?
Azrael, Azrael, I thank you so,
You have fulfilled my last reques
And if tomorrow never comes,
I'll be the last to know.
For I'll be on the Antartic shores
Playing in the snow.
If the sun never rises,
I'll always see it set;
I'll always see the sun as if
It has one more hour yet.
If the world collapses slowly,
And never sees the sky,
I'll always see the moon as if
It were reflected in the tide.
And just as if your soul
Bound your body to mine,
You'll always be beside me
Until the end of time.
Everytime we think,
Life would be better-no-
Life would be easier,
If I was without you, if you weren't around.
Everytime I hold you,
Everytime it's like it's that first time we kissed,
And you smiled, and told me
You didn't drive all this way to say no.
Everytime you get angry,
And tell me that I shouldn't be this way,
I answer with some self-destructive comment,
Some contradiction that wont ever fail.
Everytime you laugh, every single time,
I forget everything and all I see
Is that future we've planned and
Those kids we want, and those rooms they'll have.
Everytime I say something stupid,
Everytime I hurt you, I'm so
Sometimes I get afraid,
I get scared, and I get outright pathetic.
I crawl into my bed, and I make a world under my covers.
Under my covers, I'm a valiant knight
saving damsels and having feasts.
Or, I'm an elf, running through forests,
playing in the grass and dirt,
but I'm not dirty,
I'm working.
I can be in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory,
I can be in Middle Earth with Aragorn and Samwise,
I can be anything-
And I don't have to be reading a book.
I can just be under my covers. I love being under my covers
I love them in the the nighttime,
when I'm scared, afraid and pathetic.
Because then I can be whatever I want an
Admitting is the first step;
but what if I don't want to.
What if I want to stay in denail.
What if I want to say that you'll still be here
tomorrow,
3 weeks,
a year?
2 years is a long time.
Too long?
Maybe.
We'll see.
Be mine.
Please.
I miss you.
I miss you with all my heart.
I wish you had been holding me
kissing me
wiping my tears away,
while I watched sad movies.
Those sad movies that remind me of you with
every
passing
scene.
You feel the same.
You feel the same and I know it.
We'll be okay.
But it just hurts now.
I'll go watch some more movies,
and then we'll talk
and laugh,
and maybe we'll argue,
but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Because all this time I've spent missing you,
I'm going to spend making it up to you,
and to me,
and I'm going to make up the time twofold.
twofold.
Llyn Harwich and her Grandmother's Jewels by Ckn-bonbon, literature
Literature
Llyn Harwich and her Grandmother's Jewels
"It was dreadful! She spoke to me as if I had taken her prized pearl necklace, and then she yelled at Bradley in Gaelic! Who speaks Gaelic anymore!" Brigit is exasperated, and decidedly so. Everytime she tells the story, well, this part, it frustrates her. Her mother-in-law, Suzanne, had claimed that her thousand-dollar pearl necklace and pendant were stolen. She had immediately blamed Brigit, then proceeded to blame Bradley, Brigit's husband and Suzanne's son, and though Brigit couldn't speak Gaelic, she presumed what was said about her was not appropriate for someone as God-fearing as Brigit. Brigit is ranting to her friend, Louise, while a
Forever, I would wait.
Until the stars die,
until the world stops.
I have stood on mountains and gazed at the valleys,
I have swam through their rivers, and
languished in their complex, momentary pleasures.
I would wait eons to see you smile for,
I have found the the simplest things, when
they are of you, they are not so simple.
but more beautiful than even words could express.
I'd stand on the shores of the future,
and I'd laugh as all the waves hit my feet because
I have dipped my feet in it. And
before you, there was nothing worthwhile.
and as the waves retreated, realizing that trying to convert me was futile,
I would laugh
he thought of the things that made him sad.
he pined for the things he might never have had:
a car, a house, a stable home life;
a son, a daughter, a beautiful wife.
would the world be better, or would it be worse?
would his death be a blessing or a morbid curse?
he thought for hours as to what he should do,
and he made his decision at quarter past two.
he would give them a week to prove that they would
let the world be the world that it could.
and a week he gave- I promise he had,
but unfortunately, things turned out to be just as bad.
nobody cared, nobody listen'd
as a child's tear's fell and her mother's glisten'd.
Nobody he
reasons why we should be in love by intricately-ordinary, literature
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reasons why we should be in love
if I could
I’d love you like
those couples who grow
into each other and make
poetry out of body language
and wear one another’s
weaknesses when they get
too heavy and talk about
the weather without ever really
meaning the weather at all;
and you’d keep me from
falling asleep in the ocean
and I’d lie about little
things, always confusing
Sunday for Tuesday and
you for somebody with
the same face who
was always afraid of
me. you’d chuckle and
hold me and I’d cave in to
you like the hungry tide
and you’d say I looked
beautiful when I cried
and I wouldn’t believe you
but I’d cry more anyw
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Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent Van Gogh, Georges Seurat, Raoul Duffy
Favourite Movies
Anything Tarantino.
Favourite TV Shows
The Office; Almost Heroes; Monty Python's Flying Circus; Merlin
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Better than Ezra; Death Cab for Cutie; Alan Menken; Danny Elfman; Florence + the Machine
Favourite Books
Anything by Scott Westerfeld; Harry Potter Series; Inkheart Trilogy; She Who Must Not Be Named; anything Conan Doyle.
Favourite Writers
William Wordsworth; Douglas Coupland; Lloyd Alexander; Edgar Allen Poe; Arthur Conan Doyle; Scott Westerfeld; Cornelia Funke; Lloyd Alexander
Favourite Games
Orange Box games; Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines; Mario Party 3
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC or Nintendo systems.
Tools of the Trade
sometimes a notebook, mostly a computer.
Other Interests
music, reading, writing, smiling, being myself, cosmotology, history