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Hidden PassionI love him more than I could ever say,
I think of him each and every day.
I want him more than he could ever know,
That's because I never let my love show.
I yearn for his kiss more than I need air,
But he knows this not, and its just not fair.
I'd give him my life if it needed to be,
But he passes on by, like he can't see me.
So I live my life with this secret in my heart,
I try to hide it but its getting hard,
He ignores me and he goes after her,
And I have to work not to scream or curse.
He doesn't know I'm born so I know it seems dim,
But my life would seem empty if it weren't for him.
Merciless CityThe man in the gutter people see as junk,
They think he is worthless and assume he is drunk.
I see a man who has fallen to his knees,
Who needs only help, if but people listened to his pleas.
The pickpocket who, if caught, is beaten,
They say he's a thief, a scoundrel, a heathen.
I see a child, alone in this life,
Doing what he can, simply to survive.
The woman on the corner shivering from cold,
They call her a whore, they curse her and scold.
I see a woman whos had hard times a plenty,
Scraping just enough to feed her small family.
But inside those people I see kind hearts,
Though they are battered and torn into parts,
Downtrodden and bruised form years of abuse,
With nowhere to go and nothing to loose.
How can we claim to be the elite,
When we let our own, rot on the street?
Street KidI'm a little lost girl,
In a big scary world,
I'm all alone,
All on my own,
Living off my own back,
There's no room for slack,
Aware of the dangers,
Hiding from strangers,
Not taking a chance,
In life's little dance,
I'm a little lost child,
In a city so wild,
A little lost girl,
In a cold, cruel world.
VoicelessThey called her an emo,
"Weirdo! loser! Goth!",
They said she was a loner,
But they couldn't feel her pain.
They said she was creepy,
"freak" they would cough,
Pushed and pulled and teased,
Everyone was the same.
Why did they hate her?
She had done nothing wrong,
The fact was she was different,
She didn't fit in with the crowd.
She had seen death, had felt it,
So of course she didn't belong,
She was shunned and isolated,
" I will be heard " she vowed.
But no matter how loud she cried,
No one heard her pleas,
So she turned upon herself,
And brought down the knife.
Only then did people notice,
They realised with ill ease,
They only way she could be heard,
Was to take her own life.
The Final ChargeLooking out across the bloodstained land,
He turns, sword raised in bloody hand,
"Men at arms, attention. Now!"
Eyes dark beneath a heavy brow
He surveys his legion, tired and dying.
"Though we loose we must never stop trying.
We fight, we die, for those in need -
Our women and children . Men, take heed!
Our enemy wishes to crush our heart,
To burn our spirit, tear this land apart.
This we must prevent, the cost however high.
Be brave lads, be strong. At dawn, we ride."
He turns his back, heart full of lead,
Before his eyes he sees the masses of dead,
His sword, though clean, drips blood in his eyes,
He looks away, to scan the skies -
All clear, but for the scarlet clouds,
Approaching sun bringing misty shrouds.
As they wait to charge, the men are tense,
Many shall die in today's vile events.
The sergeant waits till the sun just shows
Silhouetting the disant enemy the horn he blows.
Into the mist go men by the score,
Followed by he, so tired of war,
And in the fog, he sees the g
The Wild MustangThe lonely horse upon the hill
Still; leg loose and broken
His hide a bloody bullets nest
The mustang on the moor.
T'would have been his homeland
If he had a home,
His mares, his foals, his herd. Gone.
The lonely horse upon the moor
The violent images behind his eyes,
Accompany screams of fear and pain,
These murderous two-legged owned this land
The moor on which he stood
He remembered when they were captured,
Slaughtered one by one for meat,
He risked his life to save them,
This mustang on the moor,
He fought and he escaped
Alas far to late
They shot him, he tripped and fell
In pain upon the moor.
Night fell, wolves howled,
The next breath could be his last,
His spirit utterly shattered by grief,
The horse upon the moor.
Then suddenly he turns and leaps
Whinnies and prances,
Running wild and free as the wind,
Flying across the moor.
For now he's back among his herd,
As the stars the moon and the grass,
His spirit returns he's at one with the earth,
The stallion upon the moor.
I Am...I am longing
A small spark refusing to extinguish
My mind is thronging
Desperate to make it to the finish
I am hope
I am calming
A gentle blanket holding out the dark
My mind is sleeping
Sedating and tranquillizing
I am peace
I am needing
A constantly changing ebb
My mind is pulsing
Constantly on the edge of wonder
I am love
The Two Sides Of The HeartWhat is hate???
Hate is a fire,
Burning inside you,
Filling your mind,
A black acidic substance,
Waves upon waves of anger and resent,
Suffocating your goodness,
Hate kills love
What is love?
Love is a fire,
Burning inside you,
Filling your mind,
A deep blood red substance,
Waves upon waves of passion and hope,
Drowning your hate.
Love kills hate
Is it surprising they come hand in hand?
The DaydreamMe, alone in my room,
Lying in my bed,
My body still, trapped in sleep,
Wandering through my head.
The sights, the sounds and the smells,
From around my house have flown,
Its just me on my bed,
In my head, alone.
Deep in the depths of my mind,
Imagination running wild,
Suddenly I'm sitting in a meadow,
And once again I am a child.
I look around and inhale,
The scent of lush summer grass,
A glitter and glint catches my eye,
As if from a shard of glass.
My floor-length gown rustles,
As I step curiously towards,
The place from whence the spark did come,
The birds singing their joyous chords.
The music became so jolly and bright,
My step became a skip,
Soon I reached a sparkling brook,
In which my feet I dipped.
As I sat there, by the stream,
A new sound filled the air,
As soft as silk and sweet as honey,
I saw the mermaid sitting there.
Her silver hair went passed her waste,
Her skin as soft as sand,
She swam across the glistening stream,
And gently took my hand.
The water was so deep and
Nukid101's Top 30 7th Generation Games: 10 - 6
Hey everyone! Here’s the next part of my countdown, and damn, we’ve finally cracked the top 10! As you can imagine, my choices are becoming much more personal. With that said and done, here are my choices ranging from 10 to 6!
Nukid101’s Top 30 7th Generation Games: 10 – 6
Spec Ops: The Line (2012)
Honestly...what is there is left to say about this game?
I’m at an absolute stump here ladies and gentlemen. What can I say about this game that hasn’t already been said?
How this game tears apart the jingoism, racism and corruption present in modern shooters?
How it forces the player to experience the true brutality of war and screams at them to stop living in these escapist fantasies?
How this game is one of the most effective anti-war stories I’ve ever experience?
How this game, perhaps more than any other video game, represent the sheer potential video gaming has to tell a story?
By actually forcing you
Daring Don't - ReviewThis review will contain spoilers for those who have not seen the latest episode of MLP.
The story of this episode is that Rainbow Dash and her friends help their favourite author, A.K. Yearling, to finish her latest book.
Let me start this review by saying that I couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment with it. Not the episode itself, let me be perfectly clear about that. No, what I was disappointed with was that this episode did not seem to further the story arc concerning the mysterious box introduced in the season opener. With that arc used during last week's episode, I had high hopes that the episodes of this season would follow a consistent season-long story arc, which is something they’ve never done before. I know it's unfair to hold something like that against this episode, as it was something I was hoping for rather than what I got, but the sentiment remains.
The story we do get however, is one that I enjoyed, as it concerns something I'd hoped they'd be touching
The Best Games of the 7th Generation: 10-6
I get the feeling this will not be a popular choice. There’s about as many who hate it, as there are those who love it. There’s no middle ground. Either you find it’s a work of beauty designed to guide players through a calming, meditative – ahem – “journey” through visual poetry…
Or it’s toothless tech demo that doesn’t challenge the player.
I’m of the former camp, and I would like to add this little gem, this little slice of personal philosophy…
There’s more than one way to enjoy a game, especially in this day and age. Yes, it is true there’s a great sense of satisfaction to be had when you tackle a challenge head on and come out on top. But when a game like Journey isn’t designed to challenge you with gameplay, when it has another purpose altogether, obsessing with difficulty as a mark of quality is absurd. It’s missing the
The Best Games of the 7th Generation: 5-1
5) Spec Ops: The Line
War films like to show war is hell. Which is fine. Film, after all, isn’t an interactive medium, all it can do is show. That’s its function. Sometimes, it can be quite effective that way. It provides a safe distance between viewer and the world of the film. They can observe just close enough to empathize with the plight of the main characters onscreen and get the point hammered home.
But Spec Ops: The Line illustrates the power of the interactive medium we call gaming… by forcing the player into active participation.
And unlike, say, most average military shooters; the player doesn’t have the context that frames their actions under the lenses of patriotism or heroism. It strips that context away to reveal the ugly innards of the military shooter genre underneath. It reveals just how truly awful this vein of escapist fantasy truly is.
As I said before, we must allow games the right to have their own aims and goal
The Best Games of the 7th Generation: 20-16
20) Fallout 3/New Vegas
I’m including both together for one reason… they’re practically the same game, at least on a gameplay and engine level. Both offer similar experiences, and the only major differences lie in the overall narrative, with the latter being somewhat closer in tone to the original two Fallout games.
And they’re both great.
Everyone’s had their say on the narratives of either game, so I won’t reiterate a plot synopsis or even go over anything specific. Rather, I’d prefer to explain… how I feel when I play 3 or New Vegas.
For me, both these two – and other first person sandbox games like Skyrim, Oblivion, Minecraft, etc – are my equivalent to sensory deprivation tanks. As I immerse myself fully into their environments, I feel an overwhelming sense of almost euphoric calm. Making my way through the Wastelands and exploring every nook and cranny,
Nukid101's Top 30 7th Generation Games: 5 - 1
Hey everyone, back already for the finale! I imagine it must seem weird to get out three parts almost back to back like this, and much of it boils down to me being ready to start my 2013 countdowns, and I’ve simply been in a writing mood. So with that said, here is the final part of my countdown!
Nukid101’s Top 30 7th Generation Games: 5 – 1
Xenoblade Chronicles (2011)
Many of you who haven’t played this game have likely still heard the talk around it. How it’s one of the greatest JRPGs ever made, how it’s the best JRPG of this generation, sometimes it’s even been called the Final Fantasy VII of this generation, it’s THAT much of a game changer. I obviously wholeheartedly agree with some of these, but some of you are no doubt wondering why Xenoblade - a spiritual successor to Xenosaga and more importantly, Xenogears - has garnered such praise.
The answer is truthfully quite simple:
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