the heart’s in arrest and the mind’s been suppressed
stagger on home to your games and your lies
there can be no reply to the one who’s spirit’s died
but a ragged breathing follows the last gust of wind
the moon’s still red with the blood of his sin
the punk’s in denial, in his mouth he tastes bile
he’s come back to reality, no time for formality
a quick glance down, and his heart makes a sound
awakening thoughts from a time before lives were worth dimes
the wind howls its approval, but the world disagrees.
‘cause the punk’s dragging home a body that breaths
can a wrong almost done be reproved in full amnesty
the kid had been ‘happy’ before this whole incident
or so he thought
yet the kid bought all the prevaricating idols
he never knew what he sought
so he thought that he had it
Inspired by
Now the punks on the ground with not a scratch to be seen
but he’s bleeding inside from the lies he cant hide
nobody told him…A sequel to Freedom Dies (part 3)
He thought he was doing what he’d always dreamt ‘bout
but the worlds been around for a whole lot longer
was he so naive to th…A prequel to Freedom Dies (Fin)
About the author
Blossom Ruoqen
Wouldn't you like to know *devonair smile*
Right Now In My Life I’m going at the world with a pick-ax and a paper-clip, wanna help? I love …. just, I love. Everyone in general, really. I miss … I miss. You know who I miss: My dearest Lorie sissy-poo! That’s who!
For The Future I plan to continue my education and become a veterinarian assistant...Hah! what a load of crock! I hate school. They’re false attempts at teaching, for what? A future in the workforce where they control your life…..again…..’til you’re old enough to retire, and then what do you do? Warn kids to not get so wrapped up in school!! I’m going to be a writer of some kind. I’ve been playing the violin since I was seven and I love it, therefore clears throat for important announcement I’m going to play at weddings and such!
My Life In the General Is a pretty good life compared to a lot of peoples’, for which I’m oh so thankful. My sister and I have climbed on business wood yards and construction sites, we’ve gone snowboarding and surfing and ridden King Da Ka (or however you spell that dismal name) We’ve traveled all over and recorded songs, We’ve learned to play the violin and wrote many poems, We’ve been in a parade and touched a horseshoe crab and a stingray, We’ve danced on roofs and dressed up as fairies (scarves and all) and pranced around Oregon and DC, We’ve ran away from home for a whole 15 minutes and gotten lost on a mountain in Kentucky, We’ve ridden pigs as babies and milked goats (goat mild ice cream is surprisingly good). We’ve sang at the top of our lungs in the middle of a store, and we’ve explored the ‘employee only’ areas of many hotels and convention sites, We’ve been peed on by lions and chased by wild dogs, we’ve rescued baby animals and won first place in book reading competitions. I promise to continue making memories in honor of my sister.
P.S. Ficlets is a second home to those who’s multiple personalities require more room to cultivate their quirkiness. A family of strangers with so much in common, where we hide behind fake names and stories but reveal more of ourselves that way than we ever could.
Rabid starfish are compelling me to say that I’m sending 5 friendly people lovebites with instructions attached (smiles winningly)
Published on October 16, 2007.
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