Something For You To HaveI have a present for you,It's tiny,It's fragile,It isn't perfect,It's brokenbut don't send it back, please don't send it back.It wants you.It needs you.It wants light and heat and energyIt's my little heart.
Were The Angels That Lonely?Ayella sat at the ruins of the burnt building's shell, trying to fight of tears. "Why," she thought, "do I torture myself like this? I hate coming here, I cry whenever I come here, why?" The response she got was a resounding silence. She knew that the only reason she could come here was Cammy. Her sister loved the old house where they and their parents had lived together. Cammy loved everyone and everything, being only five, and saw each day only the way a person could when they were truly in love with life. Aella always longed for Cammila's innocence and happiness. She, being nineteen, knew the bitterness life could show. But her sister made life happier.Ae knew that she was having a selective memory, only remembering the good times, not caring about when she was 14 and thought that her mom having a baby would "ruin their lives", and how she would turn up her scary goth music to frighten her when she was sixteen. But her pretty brown eyes gazed up at her sister, her HERO,
CrazE BoiHe was a boy,and she was a girl,Can I make it anymore obvious?He was a nut,she parked valet,Oh, what more can I say?He wanted her,and she'd never tell,that secretly she thought that he was swell,but all of her friends,turned up their beak,they wouldn't let her date that freak...He was a crazy boy,she said "you amaze me, boy",he wasn't sane enough for her.She had a pretty face,and his head was up in space,she wanted him back here, down on Earth...Five years from now, she sits at home,feeding her kitten, she's all alone,turns on TV, guess who she sees?Crazy Boy rockin' up ToonDisney,calls up her gals, they already know,and they got tickets to see the show.She tags along, and hangs in the crowd,looks up at the duck that she turned, down!He was a crazy boy,she said "you amaze me, boy",he wasn't good enough for her,now he's on Darkwing Duck,you say "I don't give a f*ck",why can't you see just what he's worth?He was a crazy boy,she said "you amaze me, boy",h
Songbird: A DW Fanfic CH 1My first DeviantART DW ficletSongbird He was watching her. The young woman was sitting home alone, playing her piano and singing "Somewhere Over The Rainbow". QJ liked watching Claudia, learning her name from a phonebook, listening to her voice as she played and sang, noting how her eyes lit up whenever a student learned his or her scales and felt accomplished. Sometimes QJ followed her to Karaoke Night at the local pub, listening to her sing and play for the drunks and college fratboys."I'm afraid, my dear, you won't be singing for anyone else anymore," he thought to himself, grinning madly as he twirled a rope in his hand. "You're mine."
SpiderI spin my web to catch you,and keep you forever,I won't let you leave, not now or ever,I'll wrap you up in a silk web so fine,You will be mine.I inject you with my venomous bite,That keeps you silent while I take what I might.Your life will be drained,You're dead.Goodnight.
JACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKI hear your name flowing like a brook. It's beautiful. It's the name I've chosen to keep. It's your name. And I'll make it mine someday.
Quackerjack's Childhood PoemOneshot poem about QJ's childhood;If I Would've Said Hi by KKI remember you, from when we were young,out on the playground, every recess,you were the kid who nobody loved, who nobody knew,you didn't seem to care, you never said a word, and we never bothered.You were the boy, so innocent and smiling, quiet with your little stick, drawing figures in the dirt,people you knew, people we didn't know, people and figures and letters and things I never understood,but they were good, and so were you.Until one faithful day.A neighborhood bully, little hood, said,"Jacky Wacky wanna play?"He took your favorite stick, snapped it in half, you uttered a startled sigh, he asked,"Jacky gonna cry?"I'd watched you so often, I knew, Jack never cried, not ever.The next day you were there, with a new stick, not good as your old favorite, drawing furious,towns, cities, people we knew or didn't,but they were different, screaming faces, burning, needing mercy, sad and rejected,in each face I