This Is The LifeI rise this morn,
I can't hear their scorn.
I am safe inside my home.
Those wretched halls I don't have to roam.
I can sleep in.
It feels like a win.
I can watch tv while I work,
Not fearing torment from a jerk.
I can take breaks when they're good for me.
Man it is good to finally be free!
Another Battle Won!Today is done!
I have won,
This battle of a day!
I had an early start
But now with my work I can part!
So much to do
I need a crew
To help me get it all done
before the setting of the next day's sun.
But I am sure,
That the cure,
For my awful stress
Is to get away from my awful homework mess.
I shall do everything I can to get a good night's rest.
Tomorrow I am certain, that I will do my best!
Dear Every Anime I Have Seen....Dear every anime I have seen,
I cry when you go off my screen.
Why did you have to end!?
I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE MY FRIEND!!!
Why did you have to go...?
You all were my favorite show...
Lazy Sunday AfternoonLazy Sunday afternoon,
I hope that I will see you soon.
Curled up on the couch, snugly,
Watching shows on my TV.
Eating sweets and drinking tea,
That is where I want to be.
Lazy Sunday Afternoon,
I hope that you come real soon.
The Stress of Being A Slacker Frazzled, frustrated, I want to scream!
If I continue this way I'll never reach my dream!
Sleeping all day then saying up all night,
It is my never ending fight!
I cannot get any work done!
I cannot take any time for fun!
I rush and rush to get things turned in,
My I feel like this is a sin!
The guilt of being lazy,
It makes my conscience crazy!
I can't seem to get myself out of this rut!
All of my notes I just want to cut!
I am a mess!
From this stress!
I need to get things straight!
Before my life I do thoroughly hate!
Confessions of a KingConfessions of a King
Maric sat on his throne, his eyes anguished, as he received the news of his dear Queen Nala’s passing. Maric was a strong, sure man and always had been, but now… doubt and sorrow was clearly written on his wrinkled, weathered face. His pale green eyes were brimming with tears. He clenched his large hands into fists and dismissed the priests. He bellowed with rage, got to his feet, and flipped his throne onto its side. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands. He wept bitterly and cursed his own name,begging God to damn him to Hell.
He heard light, hesitant footsteps approaching.
“M’lord…” he heard his late wife’s maid say, “The baby survived.”
Maric looked at the beautiful maid, whom he was romantically involved with during his youth. Her red hair was a mess and her gray eyes were tired and sad. In her arms was a tiny newborn, swaddled in a green blanket. The child had thick, dark