Saturday, July 1, 2006

Grief is a tree that has tears for its fruit.
~Philemon

If God didn't exist, man would have to invent him.
~Voltaire

He that lives on hope will die fasting.
~Benjamin Franklin

We did not dare to breathe a prayer
Or to give our anguish scope!
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
~Oscar Wilde

Oh, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
~William Shaespeare


Well, this is a bunch of real cheery guys, isn't it? Well, gotta go. See ya guys around.

~Dragon
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

DO NOT CEASE AND/ OR DESIST CLICKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Friday, June 9, 2006

The Nightmare Before Christmas Original Poem
Nightmare Before Christmas original poem


It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

the end


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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

All Is Black
Time slips away
It's the end of the day
I was never aware
That morning was there
No time remains
All my disdains
Shall stay how they are
Time beat me by far
I have lost hope
Dangling by thin rope
When will I die?
Have I time to sigh?
To remember once more
The bloody score
Carved into my heart
That tears me apart
Save that which stays
Before it frays
And love what you've got
Before you're shot
Or stabbed in the back
Watching it go black
What we have now
Is the final bow
Shall we take it
Or will we make it?
Blood drips to the ground
The eriest sound
It's where my mind lies
While my soul dies
From all that I lack
Since all is b l a c k.




My friend darkrayne wrote this poem. I just decided I needed to post it. All the credit for it goes to her, not me.

~Dragon
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Dragon's Rose
He stands there confident and strong
Yet I can tell something's wrong
His beautiful natural spiked hair
His stern and yet protective glare

And I firm my courage hold
To fix my gaze most steadily
To look into those orbs of crimson bold

Pain swims by a mother's cry
Out to her lost child
Humility,the first to see
With power comes a cost

Compassion and Sympathy
Each holds each other tight
Friendship reaches out a hand
To an unresponsive night

Lonliness is fast ignored
Strength has no need of friends
And Passion kept on a short chain
To a calm controlling end

As I blink,a tear rolls down my face
As I turn my head away
Never will I soon forget
What I have seen today

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There is not one among us who does not carry scars on his heart;and if there was someone in the world like that, they would be a shallow soul.

~Hiei

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Demonic
I'm starting a fire
in this dry soul of mine
Burning away from clutches divine.
In the wind I am ashes, in the wind I am pain,
My heart limps many miles, for my dragon is slain
Clutches divine may grasp me not
My image is what so many forgot
I was not a leader but was strong and fought
Not simply to kill,but to kill the lot
What will I do when the world ends,
Wait around 'till master Wolf sends
Us all to the very ends of the Earth
Like newspaper in a Hellhounds hearth
This is the way the world must go
The wind cannot choose which way it blows.
Just like that, we all shall die
Be it come in the day, or come in the Night.
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P.S.A.
I am graduating from Sequoia Middle School on Wednesday, June 7, 2006. Hooray. I think.

~Dragon
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Monday, May 29, 2006

Apparently, you cannot add yourself as a friend.
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Sunday, May 28, 2006

I like limes. That has absolutely no reasoning behind it; I just like limes. Yeah. Stewart's soda co. has a soda called Ginger Beer(instead of root beer) and it's spicy. If I try to swallow an entire mouthful of it, my eyes will water, my nose burns, and my throat burns as well. Then, after I swallow it, I start coughing. Yeah. HEY!!
Every body needs to listen to these songs if they haven't already heard them......To hell with that. Listen to all of them anyways.
1. Bat Country- Avenged Sevenfold
2. Spoonman - Soundgarden
3. Be Yourself - Audioslave
4. Savin' Me - Nickelback
5. Santa Monica - Theory of a Deadman
6. Holding Out for a Hero - Frou Frou
7. I Need Some Sleep - Eels
8. Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers
9. Stab My Back - All American Rejects
10. Doesn't Remind Me - Audioslave
11. Photograph - Nickelback
12. Straightjacket Feeling - All American Rejects
13. Lonely Day - System of a Down
14. Beast and the Harlot - Avenged Sevenfold
15. The Difference - Matchbox Twenty
16. Disappear - Hoobastank
17. How's It Gonna Be - Third Eye Blind
18. Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
19. Who I am Hates Who I've Been - Reliant K
20. Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind
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