Sleep tight
Don't fight
For you're off to dream
Lands of magic await
In your eyes, adventure gleams
Close your eyes
Rest your head
For you're safe in your bed
But in your mind
You will find
Your waking self was blind
The day is done
The night has begun
The Moon's returned to the sky
Her gentle rays
And her watchful gaze
Comfort you as you lay
So sleep tight
Don't fight
For you're off to dream
Too soon the night will be through
So rest well
Knowing that I love you
River
Indifferent to the passage of time,
The souls drift along the river Styx,
Basking in eternal peace.
Lightning
The funeral procession continues down the road.
A bolt lights up the sky, and a tree bursts aflame.
"How fitting," I think.
Among the trees they fly
Above the water they flit
Beside your ear they buzz
On your skin they rest
From predators they flee
For a short time they live
Before our time they've thrived
After our time they'll remain
Drowning in the self-made sea of inadequacy.
Silent, desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.
Struggling against invincible currents with motionless limbs,
I make no progress.
What will save me?
There once was a cricket most wise
A young puppet was the apple of his eyes
One day, Jiminy said,
"Hey, lets go to the shed!"
And through a chipper, sprayed the puppet into the skies.
What makes a song?
Music, lyrics, heart-felt meaning?
Emotions displayed for all to see,
Music can change the world.
Music, lyrics, heart-felt meaning.
You put your own essence into each note.
Music can change the world,
Music defines it's generation.
You put your own essence into each note,
Sending your message to the masses,
Music defines it's generation.
It can comfort, attack, be a call to arms.
Sending your message to the masses,
You can tell a story, guide the lost, or point out flaws.
It can comfort, attack, be a call to arms.
Music can be a weapon.
You can tell a story, guide the lost, or po
Sleep tight
Don't fight
For you're off to dream
Lands of magic await
In your eyes, adventure gleams
Close your eyes
Rest your head
For you're safe in your bed
But in your mind
You will find
Your waking self was blind
The day is done
The night has begun
The Moon's returned to the sky
Her gentle rays
And her watchful gaze
Comfort you as you lay
So sleep tight
Don't fight
For you're off to dream
Too soon the night will be through
So rest well
Knowing that I love you
River
Indifferent to the passage of time,
The souls drift along the river Styx,
Basking in eternal peace.
Lightning
The funeral procession continues down the road.
A bolt lights up the sky, and a tree bursts aflame.
"How fitting," I think.
Among the trees they fly
Above the water they flit
Beside your ear they buzz
On your skin they rest
From predators they flee
For a short time they live
Before our time they've thrived
After our time they'll remain
Drowning in the self-made sea of inadequacy.
Silent, desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.
Struggling against invincible currents with motionless limbs,
I make no progress.
What will save me?
There once was a cricket most wise
A young puppet was the apple of his eyes
One day, Jiminy said,
"Hey, lets go to the shed!"
And through a chipper, sprayed the puppet into the skies.
What makes a song?
Music, lyrics, heart-felt meaning?
Emotions displayed for all to see,
Music can change the world.
Music, lyrics, heart-felt meaning.
You put your own essence into each note.
Music can change the world,
Music defines it's generation.
You put your own essence into each note,
Sending your message to the masses,
Music defines it's generation.
It can comfort, attack, be a call to arms.
Sending your message to the masses,
You can tell a story, guide the lost, or point out flaws.
It can comfort, attack, be a call to arms.
Music can be a weapon.
You can tell a story, guide the lost, or po
Current Residence: Stalkerville Shell of choice: .... Uh, sea? Skin of choice: Preferably attached to the body Personal Quote: "Don't ask me to explain my nonsense!"
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence, Voltaire, My Chemical Romance
Favourite Writers
Laurie Halse Anderson,Ellen Hopkins, Stacy O'Brien, J.K. Rowling, H.P. Lovecraft, E. G. Poe
Favourite Games
Pychonauts, Kingdom Hearts, Fable and Pokemon
Other Interests
Reading, animals, video games and other stuff probably
So here's the thing I just put up on Tumblr now that I doubt I even should've let out of my head in the first place:
I planned on reading a little bit of the book tonight, then I realized I only had about forty pages left (The book is on like 210 pages) so I could not stop myself. Then I watched the movie. Because I could not stop myself. And now it's 6:16 AM, and I'm pretty much an emotional wreck. Only fictional stories and characters seem able to do this to me.
Although as with every movie I ever see based on an incredible book, there were a lot of changes I didn't really like, even though the author of the book wrote the screenplay too.
So I wrote this last night(I think) on the Tumblr I forgot to tell Selena I've had for... a while, I dunno. And I realized I didn't post it here like I told myself I'd do with all my stuff. So here:
In eighth grade, I read The Catcher in the Rye. And I thought it was good, but I didn't really understand why it was regarded as such a classic. Although I was only about thirteen or fourteen at the time. I'll probably reread sometime soon, and I suspect I'll enjoy it a lot more now. My awesome English teacher recommended The Perks of being a Wallflower to me, saying it was a little bit like a modern version of Catcher. Every once in a while sinc
I JUST HATCHED A SHINY FUCKING DRATINI
that's really all there is to say on the matter
Edit: Okay what the hell kind of sick joke was that?
The Dratini was pink when it broke out of the egg. I am 100% positive about that, I spent approximately ten minutes staring at it in disbelief, occasionally flailing my hands around in shock, random noises falling out of my mouth. Then I looked at his (Galeru's) stat screen, and he was blue. I chose to ignore this out of my new NEED for a shiny Dratini, and went out to battle with him. Sent him out. No sparkles. No pink. Normal blue Dratini. Which isn't bad, just. What.
His first battle was against