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Prayer to Erato Fast the lines and medley's fading

Cobwebs in the flame

Idly I try imitating

The stance of a helpless dame

As I pretend I'm Juliet

And the potted plant's my Romeo

I'm supposed to write a love sonnet

And I beseech the forgotten Erato

To guide me as I pretend

That my love's requited

To write a song by command

Rather, as my teacher requested

A song of love between

The proud Sun and the lonely Moon

The lonely Moon, my queen

Let me weave the perfect tune
Sleeptalker The office of central affairs

Deep in Earth's molten womb

Full of random messages

Stuck to the blackened ceiling

What'll happen when the sun goes caput?

Will there be a star to replace it?

On the earth's surface

Scientists ponder on this

All too late

The Sun goes black as ash

And the waves crash over mountains

Over our houses

And I can't find anyone

Cept my brother

Who's just stolen my blanket

It's dark alright

But there's my little glow in the dark star

I murmur to no one

"The world isn't ending yet?"

And I go back to sleep
the Sun Bathe me in your light

Caress my frozen arm

Chase away the endless night

Keep away the storm

I once rejected your embrace

I shunned this as I did the dawn

I hid in shadows, averted my face

Until you were forever gone

Forever gone and left me amiss

Amiss i realized there was no bliss

No bliss from the pain that you did not cause

Not caused the pain that rent no laws

No laws that fire my wandering soul

Wandering soul no home as a goal

A goal to live by, a goal to live for

To be left wandering or stranded, forevermore
Pregenesis: the script Pre-genesis
SCRIPT

(Music: Triumph of Defeat by Epica)
Narrator:             Before everything began, there was Bathala (spotlight on Bathala on center of stage) and Silence. Silence gave birth to Boredom, and out of Boredom came an Idea. Because of The Idea, Bathala was halved. (from behind Bathala, everyone forms a few rows that must fill the whole stage) The smaller half divided and divided into a multitude. This multitude became The Host.  The Idea's name was The World, and The Host was created to serve it (Wave of twirls to expose the other host and everyone kneels in front of Bathala).
As The Creation of The World drew nearer, most
Fame To be surrounded by banners of my name
And thousands screaming the same

To have little boys offering me flowers
And mothers offering me their daughters

To be up in the sky with the stars
Hearing my voice revolve the world for hours

To see my old peers below me
Like little ants in the pantry

To be alone, listening to my own echo
Settling to a life in mono
Poetry You, sitting there

Me, writing here

You take a step into my domain
The easiest door is fragrant with cocaine
The hardest way is pain and suffering
Alive with sighing and weeping

As you string word

After hard-thought word

I wonder what your fuel could be
Could it be the sun or the constant sea?
Could it be the church or the state?
Could it be the start of endless debate?

Though I wish your words were about me

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Word Vomit

by ~newmoonmaiden

Come into my parlor
Said the spider to the fly
And you know I'm the spider
Always have been, always will be
But I like a good struggle, once or twice
The biting, the tugging, the screaming
Your hair in my fingers
Curls today, gone tomorrow
You'd make a fine saint
What the devil am I doing with you?
But your mouth is sweet
Doubt dies of diabetes
With the accidental strawberry
Buttered, the way you like
And, the inconvenient cherry
But I want you
And I want all of you
And it's a world in there
And you happen to be the key
To the everlong, the eversong
The everest? (not for long!)
Where you make me swim,
Make me sink
Make me drown
Make me die
All the time baby, all the time
Within what little we had
What little we have left
I dont mind doing it again
Getting on a ride with you
Seeing the brakeless, steerless side of you
As long as you still want me too
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~dementedsweetie May 8, 2009
only one reaction to that: lololololololol XD

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We Zutarians are making internet history because "This is madness!"

No..."THIS! IS! ZUTARAAAAAGH!!!"

Zutarians + Dante Basco > Canon, Bryke and Kataang
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~newmoonmaiden May 8, 2009  Professional Filmographer
ngii. banhaw lagi ka Zak?

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we are not helpless cogs in some clockwork universe - P. Hine
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~dementedsweetie May 11, 2009
Lol. I've been around, though just lurking these past few weeks. Not much stuff to put up. Well...I do have stuff to put up, but I've just been too lazy to XD

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We Zutarians are making internet history because "This is madness!"

No..."THIS! IS! ZUTARAAAAAGH!!!"

Zutarians + Dante Basco > Canon, Bryke and Kataang
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~kniquae May 6, 2009
^^

I don't even have to say anything. :3 hurr hurr.

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"Every time I write a ryhme, these people think it's a crime, I guess im a criminal. " ~Criminal by Eminem
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~newmoonmaiden May 7, 2009  Professional Filmographer
well guess what? You just did!

hi nika :P

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The Hermit there's a smoking hobo

somewhere in town

who knows a train to follow

before it can drown

in steam and sweat

in locations met

but the hobo stays still

the hobo with a quill

as he takes a long slow puff

from his dope

he wills some more stuff

out, some hope

to gnaw on, digest and write

mind dwelling demons to smite

he mutters to himself with dead fervor

of moments of laughter and old pleasure

stolen by the August wind

the same that left him sore and skinned

but that's how the wheel goes

when you're stubborn you get left behind, I suppose

and tho being left behind's nothing new

the hobo's tired of bidding adieuThe Hermit by ~newmoonmaiden
Guitar You slay me
When you play me
When you hold me
While you sing

You mold me
While you melt me
When you softly
Do your thing

You tweak my knobs
The way they should
The way I know
Only you could

So I let my notes soar
When I come alive, I roar
When you hold me
While you singGuitar by ~newmoonmaiden
As We Bid Farewell there's a slight smile on your lips
as you dream darling, as you dream
and i wonder what it is you dream
and i wish i could come inside
but i can't
so i retreat within my own
where i find you inside me
sunshiny smiling, flighty
and there i follow you
through the hazy hillocks
of my wretched mind
i lose you
beneath a sudden sea
and i swim to and fro
in search of you
and i find myself sobbing,
when i can't find you

but you wake me up with kisses
hard and heavy, so i know you're there
and this isn't a dream
but you tell me you're leaving

now i wish i had just lost you blind
rather than watch you disappear
with a plasteAs We Bid Farewell by ~newmoonmaiden
Word Vomit Come into my parlor
Said the spider to the fly
And you know I'm the spider
Always have been, always will be
But I like a good struggle, once or twice
The biting, the tugging, the screaming
Your hair in my fingers
Curls today, gone tomorrow
You'd make a fine saint
What the devil am I doing with you?
But your mouth is sweet
Doubt dies of diabetes
With the accidental strawberry
Buttered, the way you like
And, the inconvenient cherry
But I want you
And I want all of you
And it's a world in there
And you happen to be the key
To the everlong, the eversong
The everest? (not for long!)
Where you make me swim,
Make me sink
Make Word Vomit by ~newmoonmaiden
Insomnia I let you be the blame across my bed

The throbbing echoing permeating my head

The ghost of your footfalls teasing my ears

Even when white noise is all I hear

Am I messing with you the way you mess with my head?

Or are you oblivious, nonchalant, my memory dead?

I'm feeling now, like I'd tear out my hair

Disgusted at my desperation to keep you near

But this is the truth

Naked and ugly

I'd knock on heaven's gate

Just to have you with meInsomnia by ~newmoonmaiden
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