|some of my life drawn.......i would rather do it on a marker board and with a camera but this will have to do|
Top Ace- Big Sister KennedyThe boys rushed home from their bus stop. The 6 and 7 year old children were excited for their project the whole entire school was doing. When they got inside Kennedy and God Father were playing around of shots. They both took swigs of shot glasses of different alcoholic beverages and tried to drink the fastest. When they both finished with the same amount of shots they yelled “DAMN!” They turned to the boys and smiled. “What do you kiddos want?” God Father asked. “Well we have to do a project at school about someone in our family that is important to us!” Chance said. “So we chose Kennedy!” Ethan said. God Father’s smile turned into a frown. “Really?” Kennedy asked. “Yeah! You are like the big sister we never had!” Chance said. God Father’s frown gotten bigger. “Is that okay with you?” Kennedy asked her. “Yeah it is fine. I don’t want to be a part of no stupid project anywayTop Ace- Big Sister Kennedy by ~imatmntgal
Top Ace- Go to SleepTop Hat and Ace awoke in the middle of the night, again. The baby monitor was filled with crying and squeals. Top Hat looked at him. “YOU got us into this mess… YOU can go check what is wrong while I sleep” she said. She turned around and went back to sleep in the comfy bed. Ace sighed and got out. He was only in his boxers and he put his tie on. He trudged into the triplet’s nursery and sighed. They were ALL crying. He sighed. He grabbed three binkies and put them in their mouths. Queen looked at him like he was crazy. She spit it out and glared at him as to say ‘I don’t like that color, it doesn’t match my onesie!’ then her eyes began to water. “No! No! No! Please don’t cry, Queen! Look Daddy has your princess outfit!” Ace said as he showed her the pink baby dress. She giggled. King stared at her. Queen didn’t like that and pulled his hair through the baby railing. He cried. That set Joker off crying. Queen feltTop Ace- Go to Sleep by ~imatmntgal
Should I Pray?It was hot.
I tugged the
shawl over my
shoulders as I
I'm not Catholic.
Far from being
I just thought that
I needed to be here.
I was a few weeks
away from leaving
to join the U.S
As I walked in to
the large, main room,
I knew this wasn't
any ordinary church.
The roof was
a high dome,
the tiles aged
All around me were
statues and paintings
If you didn't know the
history behind this
You'd think it was just
But if you looked closly
at the dome so high up,
you'd notice a circular form
of plaster and new tile
where a bomb was droped
durring World War II.
The bomb had dropped,
piercing the dome's ceiling,
dropping to the floor below
and skidded across the floor.
But it refused to blow up.
Times like those made me
wish I had more faith.
But to me,
it was a stroke of major luck.
I left the sanctuary and into
a room where a man was
selling prayer beads.
I made my way to the
Dear Mr. President: What's wrong with the world?Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me?
Let's pretend we're just two people and,
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
If I got the chance, I would ask him everything.
There's so much that's wrong with the world.
People are just too afraid to look at it.
They refuse to see...
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
I just wonder if he knows what he's doing.
Some of the descisions aren't making a difference.
Is he proud of what is happening?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye,
And tell me why?
We're all hurt here.
People with no jobs.
Their families sick and dieing.
Standing Outside the Fire: Raph's DemonsWe call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
Raph liked to think he was strong.
Stronger than his brothers.
He didn't like to show weakness, and was sure he never did.
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
He hated how Donnie stuttered over April.
Or Leo sighing over Karai.
It was weak.
Or so he thought.
Then came the day she crashed into their lives.
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
She made him go just like Donnie and Leo.
Of course, he avoided her.
But that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on her.
That didn't stop him from feeling like he did.
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take
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