Posted by yourname @ 11:31 PM
i had only known misery
not knowing such pleasures
in some paradise on earth
from pain and never
a slightest drop of
happiness which
only souls of great heart
can bear to hold
i the wicked heart
full of sin
been forever carrying
the sacred ugly soul
of mine and for
that i declare
no happiness is
ever changing
me
***this poem was purposely made without any punctuation or capital letters.
Posted by yourname @ 2:07 AM
That was the story of Elijah's reminiscence.He told his story to all the children he seesnonchalantly but the children ran away from him.Nobody wants him.Some still thinks that Elijah wasa monster by the fact that he is still alive afterthe short while war between him andthose men.Nobody really knows what happenedexactly that evening.For Elijah,he thought it was theblood of his wife that saved him.Since then,he started killing innocent humansfor their blood usingthe same penknife that he use to cut his wife.But,he does not drink them.He took bath with it.One night,when the full moonglimmered through the sea of darkness,Elijah went to search foranother victim.He saw a young girl sitting on thepavement.Her face was pale as corpsebut incredibly perfect.Her eyes was glimmering just like themoon.Elijah stood still in front of her,completely hypnotized.The girl looks exactly likeElizabeth Mary Young.She smiled sweetly showing her perfectlywhite teeth.Elijah's jaws dropped,still hypnotized.The girl's name wasBathory.She started to walk,heading towards a manor.Elijah followed silently behind her.Bathory took him into a largeroom full of corpse.Elijah did not care,his eyes was on Bathory.She smiled again,just a little bit above freezing point.Suddenly,everything happened so fast.A large spiked metal ballhit Elijah hardly.His body was in pieces.Blood spurted everywhere.Bathory clapped her hands.Her mission has beenaccomplished.Exactly at 12 midnight,September 13th.That wasthe series of{A NOBLE EVENTS OF A GARBAGE PICKER}Labels: a noble events of a garbage picker, short stories
Posted by yourname @ 2:07 AM
Elijah felt sorrow struck him but still,
he cannot resist the tempting smell of his wife's blood.
He took a penknife from his pocket and started
to walk towards his pale,frozen dead wife.
Elijah took her hand and cut a small part
of her wrist.Although the corpse was
frozen but the blood remains warm and fresh.
Elijah gulped a handful
drops of the corpse blood.It did not
taste tempting as it smelled.
Then,Elijah realized the damn fool act of his.
He threw her hand away,
took his handkerchief and wiped his lips.
The blood stained in some ways and
Elijah was terrified.
He ran towards the exit door
and suddenly he bumped into something.
It was these men who were
crazily obsessed of
Elizabeth.
The terrifying level in
Elijah increased.
These men saw what Elijah did
and started to beat him with wooden stake.
They thought Elijah was a monster,so a
few threw at him some garlic's and salts. Labels: a noble events of a garbage picker, short stories
Posted by yourname @ 2:06 AM

This event was told before by a great noble garbage picker.
Even though he is a garbage picker,
but he can tell every living things that lay on the polluted ground of
Earth a series of unfortunate events.
This garbage picker is known as Elijah Snitch.
He was once a noble prize winner on recycling waste,
that is how he became rich and he took the chance to buy
all the Series Of Unfortunate Events books.
Then he got married to a gorgeous woman.
Her name was Elizabeth Mary Young.
She was so beautiful until all those men
willing to come to meet her.
This is when the series of unfortunate events starts.
Elijah knew his wife will be in danger when all
those men will come to meet her.
Elijah,who thought he had no other choices,
took his wife to the lowest dungeon in their mansion.
In there,Elizabeth stood,freezing.
Elijah,who is in far away land came back six months later
to meet his loving wife.He asked his servant
whether any man came to see wife.
The servant replied yes.In fact,all those men came.
Elijah was frustrated.He immediately rushed to the
lowest dungeon and unlocked the lock and
there he staid,freezing but not of cold
but it is the smell of rusty,warm blood.
It smelled appetizing in some ways to Elijah.
He curiously wanted to know where is the source
of the delicious,marvelously appetizing blood smell.
Then,he saw his own wife lying on the gray cold floor
with her white dress that she wore on the day
when Elijah took her here.
It was the day of their anniversary
but Elijah was so mad
that he did not noticed it.
September 13th.
Labels: a noble events of a garbage picker, short stories
Posted by yourname @ 2:55 AM
let it be a man
let it be a girl
covered by a mask
covered by disguise
masquerade it is
let it be a sneer
let it be a smile
charming as it is
don't know who they are
masquerade it is
join the masquerade
covered by a mask
covered by disguise
you are who you areLabels: IDK
Posted by yourname @ 9:57 PM
i dreamt that i was losti can't find my waytowards my destinybut i don't know what it isthen i met youmy only onemy true loveto be only yoursi dreamto be only yoursi prayyou're the faith in mei felt sickmy days of dreamingending so sooni've always knownour loveis like the windi can't see itbut i can feel itthen i met youmy only onemy true loveto be only yoursi dreamto be only yoursi prayyou're the faith in methen i met youmy only onemy true loveto be only yoursi dreamto be only yoursi prayyou're the faith in meto be only yoursi dreamto be only yoursi hopeto be only yoursi praythat you're thefaith in meour loveis like the windi can't see itbut i can feel it
(to fade)Labels: my lyrics
Posted by yourname @ 3:34 AM
i had only known miserynot knowing pleasuresin such paradise on earth,for my life had sufferfrom pain and nevera slightest drop happiness whichonly souls of great heartcan bear to hold it.i,the wicked heartfull of sinbeen forever carryingthe sacred ugly soulof mine andfor that i declareno happiness is ever changing me.Labels: english poem