Nights of tears,
Yet the heart endures,
For days of cheers,
And cast off fears.
Sketchy pasta(Alex) infosheetBasics
Known as: The guy that steals light/ surrounded by shadows
D.O.B: July 16
Currently living: No where
No none family(presume dead)
Tattoo(s): possible ones under his coat(have to get his coat off to see )
Scar(s): small scars of unknown source on his forearms
Other noticeable mark(s): None
Physical strength(s): Agile, fast, high endurance, good eye sight
Physical weakness(es): slightly weakened hearing, occasional ticks, can't be in the sun
Personality: quiet, slightly sadistic, observant
Like: walking at night
Dislikes: bright lights, anything to do with day, the Blade movies(Blade = daywalker)
Back story: In his main story
How he kills: What ever way he has available, i.e. using their knives
Saying: "Beware the dark" with a sadistic smile, "F*cking sun" whenever the sun is inv
Sketchy pastaUnder the veal of night, with naught the moon to break through the guise of shadows, a lonely figure haunts the quiet streets. Gun shots occasionally pierce the night from time to time. It hadn't been long ago that the nights were quiet and the gangs had been silenced, but as of late the stupid people had began pointlessly aligning themselves, against each other no less. Crossing near a street light, with no lost to the shadows that surrounded him, a car could be heard barreling down the road. Head lights blasting over the hill, and veering sharply off as the car draws near. It was a common sight, as everyone knew to avoid the void of light, that permeated a malice that even the gang leaders cringed from. The car narrowly manages to get away as he keeps walking aimlessly through the night.
Walking along through the dark wind swept streets, he walks alone. winding his way through the city streets, he reaches a familiar path.Its not often that he rewalks a path, as his course is ev
First StrikeClouds grew in the sky, turning into an ominous black. Fearing the worst, I hasten my steps. My pack, growing heavier, was filled with only stuff for mild weather. Then it started. "Crack!" the first sign of the storm to come. I was startled to a halt as a tree a few yards down the path was sheared down the middle. "Shit, shit, shit," I mutter as I quickly start walking again. Frantically looking around, I make my way down the trail. Stopping for a moment by the tree, I pulled out my camera and take a few pictures. I leave the singed tree and the glass, that was just moments ago sandy soil, behind. The hill I was on afforded one a wondrous view, but not much protection. It was especially lacking in protection from the millions of volts that occasionally split the sky here and there. I quickened my step as another crack rang out behind me. "Need to get out of here!" I exclaim softly as I, quite quickly now, make my way down the hill. Nearing the bottom, I felt the first drops fall onto
A dark descendsShadows dancing all around
to neigh a beat nor a sound
Darkness filling your mind
Leaving you left in binds
Shallow hearts fall
All to bow before the call
None shall flee
Not when you can't see
Lush music to fade out
Leaving only the desperate shouts
Don't stand in the roadA night so dark and dreary,
In the sky old yet unwary,
Stretches time and trench
Of space and inch
An ant wonders low
As infinite stars show
Sending light so far
Nope just the head lights of that car.
ItS RaInInG Up iN HeRe mOtHeR FuCkErSLET THE RAIN POUR DOWN AND SOOTHE YOU
pouring down and rinsing through and through
LIGHTNING STRIKES DOWN
saying that time has gone around
A STORM PASSING OVER HEAD
high over you in bed
THROWING BOLTS HERE AND THERE
lightning up even the air
A NIGHT PASSING BY IN DRIZZLE
a wicked elixir left to fizzle
MY own Kuroshitsuji OCDamien Shinikuro
Hair: Gray/Silver(few shades darker than Undertaker's)
Eyes: Green(few shades darker than Shinigami's)
Skin tone: WHITE!
Song: Diabolic Waltz
Appearance: A slim-bodied, young male of unknown origin, claiming to be Undertaker's Nephew(reassured to be true bu Undertaker). Mostly seen wearing an ankle length open front coat with knee high black boots adorned with numerous buckles, and otherwise all black clothes. Look is shown though his little interactions, but it he seems vaguely lonely and looking for a friend capable of making him feel living.
Pokemon in MinecraftDay 1: Build a First Generation Starter
Day 2: Build Your Favorite First Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 3: Build Your Favorite First Generation Starter's Final Evolution
Day 4: Build Your Least Favorite First Generation Pokemon
Day 5: Build your Favorite First Generation Pokemon
Day 6: Build a Second Generation Starter
Day 7: Build Your Favorite Second Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 8: Build Your Favorite Second Generation Starter's Final Evolution
Day 9: Build Your Least Second Generation Pokemon
Day 10: Build Your Favorite Second Generation Pokemon
Day 11: Build a Second Generation Starter
Day 12: Build Your Favorite Third Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 13: Build Your Favorite Third Generation Starter's Final Evolution
Day 14: Build Your Least Third Generation Pokemon
Day 15: Build Your Favorite Third Generation Pokemon
Day 16: Build a Fourth Generation Starter
Day 17: Build Your Favorite Fourth Generation Basic(unevolved) Pokemon
Day 18: Build Your Favorit
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,
in the depths of your mind,
That it's easy being a male,
but let me tell you, that's a lie
Do you know how it feels,
to reach societies expectations,
and if you fail to do so,
must give everyone an explanation?
Or the pain you feel,
when walking with a group of friends,
and a lone girl walks by,
and you stare at her instead.
Not because you lust over her,
or because she's revealing,
put because she has beauty,
like an angel in the clearing.
But you must want to rape her,
or call her a slut,
and because of wishful thoughts,
you have the right to be punched in the gut.
And what's the point of compliments,
when they come from your heart,
you're obviously being sexist,
wasn't that your intention for the start?
Do you know how it feels,
to be raped and feel meaningless,
but to be shunned by society,
And blamed for feeling so senseless.
You are a guy,
“strong proud and tall”
you're not a girl,
so it doesn't matter at all.
That is painful,
to hear an
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyes
The endless abyss of the soul
Behind this mask I hide
The enigma of my whole
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthood
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,
and they know it’s true,
just take a long look
see what other have been through.
This world is terrible,
I’ve heard it all before
and the problems we face
are like a stone locked door.
War in one state,
death in another
Good God, I’m surprised
we haven’t killed each other.
Ebola is a virus,
you’ve all heard it I know,
It’s serious isn’t it,
yet people joke like it’s a comedy show.
People are at odds
with what’s a sin or not
But loving whom you choose
is just a wishful thought.
And what is this ISIS
who claims to do right?
When poor, terrified families
can’t even sleep without fright.
And let’s take a step back,
look at western feminism,
which is a pitiful joke,
compared to right-stricken women.
And what about men,
people turn a blind eye,
to rape, murder and abuse,
feminist alike still deny.
Children are poor,
in some of the richest countries,
they beg in the streets,
in wealth filled cities.
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,
as a pristine delicate paper ball,
filled with love and happiness,
innocent and whole.
This fine intricately woven filigree orb
inside of all their hearts,
must be cherished protected and loved,
lest it fall apart.
A remark out of place
is like a slap in the face.
Taking the fool
and all ridicule,
can crush and destroy this beautiful soul,
leaving irreparable damage untold.
When paper is crumpled, creased, dashed and trodden,
the marks left are plain to see.
With the soul it´s the same, hurt, scarred and broken
and bullied into misery.
With apologies you may want forgiveness,
like the paper you try to smooth out the creases.
But the paper is beyond repair
just like a soul full of despair
It´s too late to pick up the pieces.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach October 2014.
The RobinClipped are the wings of freedom's song,
her cry a distant call.
locked inward a cage of grief,
her time shall not be long.
She dreams to soar the sky above,
to taste the morning sun.
To fly above oppression's reach,
in hopes she may find love.
Why She's FeministThey took the light from her eyes,
when they took the light from him.
An even to this day,
he wishes his life could end.
She wasn’t a feminist,
until she turned seventeen,
and she hadn’t put much thought into it,
it really wasn’t what it seemed.
But one night when things,
were silent and casual,
she and her brother,
studied like usual.
However she noticed,
without having to say,
that her little brother was nervous
he began to act in strange ways.
She wanted to ask him
if everything was alright
but she wasn’t at all prepared
for what else would happen that night.
She screamed louder than ever
when those boys broke in,
they attacked her first,
she wasn’t a match for them.
She fell to the ground,
with a bruise on her cheek
she watched helplessly as the boys
took her brother off his feet.
They hit him and beat him
threw him to the ground
ignored his tears
right before they began to crowd.
They stripped him one by one
and by that time she tried to move
Never EndingIt´s something that´s so hard to bear
After losing a dear loved one,
the days go by without ever changing,
uneventful and dull.
On waking every morning, you face the day , you try.
You´re going through the motions
but there´s something not quite right.
There´s an empty space in your broken heart
that´s now full of disappointment.
With no hope of ever healing it,
no cure , or soothing ointment.
It´s like waking up on Christmas morn
to hear it´s been called off
and every day driving miles and miles
around in thick dense fog.
Daily greetings from the Ground Hog,
each day it seems the same.
For this never ending sadness
is your broken heart to blame.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach October 2014
HealingMy life was torn apart;
I was left for dead with a
I felt so sad & alone,
With a heart now made of stone.
That's when you entered my
Piercing the darkness with your light.
Healing what my previous friend
And showing what love's really worth.
You showed me kindness, hope, & love;
A gentle heart that could only come
I thank you for healing my broken spirit
& bringing me back to my feet;
Cause of sweet, loving you,
I know now that you're all I'll need.