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Doktor Archibald FroggDoktor Archibald Frogg
The Mad Scientist
Evil, Menacing, Strong
Blue, Transforming, Super-Smart, Fairly Sweet
Character Profile: Tahnee
Likes: justice, love, romance, Bubblegum/Pop/RB music, the seasons of fall/winter, sleep, and animation
Dislikes: True-evil, uncleaniness, violence, rejection, blood-gore, and failure
Pets: Kathy; a black cat with green eyes
Location: Tamajix City, USA
Favorite Shows: 3rd Rock from the Sun, Frasier, Friends, Seinfeld, and Local News
Favorite Sodas: Pepsi and Royal Cola
Favorite Colors: Red, Purple, Blue, and Pink
Favorite Time: Night-time
Favorite Activites: Saving the day, Resting, and Having Many Adventures
Speaks English and French
evil, genius, talented
hot, cute, skinny, fashionable
a poem by TDS411
Memo: Search Doktor Frogg? TDS411 in.
For me and the fangirls.
Changed DailyChanged Daily
stubborn, think, leadership
intense, handsome, dapper, good
i.by the grace of an orphaned wintering,
i have known you
babel, babylon: eyes raptured rare and hands
to strange knowing and palebruised
throat of dissonance
. ...such sudden gods. such taken
you stumble where night falls
too far to the left; my wild garden
old dusks, blue
A visit to TomWell, my friend...
You made it -
upon your grave -
in the fridge
us year round
or is it just
in our hearts.
in the night...
it will be
Judgementi sat there and watched you with
tears prickling my
but i dared not to cry
not with them looking right at
their eyes showed a horrible judgment
that seemed to swallow me
the darkness of the aura
around them sucked
oh god i hated them.
the first man questioned you
he didn't care what happened to
he wanted this to be over
his words were at a drone
he filed the papers before him
as if he had nothing
better to do
i know what he thought of
i clenched my fists
i wouldn't hold anyone’s hand
as i watched this unfold.
the woman cared
she cared about what happened
she knew what she wanted
her tone was that of a
mother who's child
she wanted the truth
but she wouldn't believe
the one we gave her
it was plain to see
i gritted my teeth
i wanted to scream but that
wouldn't help anything.
the last man wanted to get
the truth out of you
his eyes were not kind
but his words were und
The Mountains of SnowI lost my love to the mountains of snow
once he came up, he never returned.
stories spread across the Town,
three poor souls, never to be found.
a sharpened shovel , lit fire
starved Wolves, and A set wire.
my love waS found, beaten and marred,
his face indistinguishable and charred.
i lost my loves to the Mountains of snow
once they came up, thEy never returned.
ScreamSo I'll stand and yell it to the ceiling
to celebrate the fact that i'm alive and breathing.
I'll take your hand to try and share this feeling.
The only thing I can do is stand and scream.
"I still fucking love you."
And hope it starts the healing.
A Deaf Poet"A Deaf Poet"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+Not being able to hear
The sounds of morning or night,
Not being able to appear
On stage in the spot light.
+Sadness being brought upon him,
As he can't hear the music vibrating in his ears.
All the love for the sounds of life grow dim
And stirring inside his mind, all of his fears.
+He won't be able to hear all those precious tones
Of their dear voices.
Feeling as if all he has to depend on is his weak bones,
To keep him moving forward with all these little choices.
+The wind blows heavily and the thunder roars ferociously,
But he doesn't notice.
Except the rain pouring outside, he awaiting cautiously
For the crackling lightning to strike, rather hopeless.
+He won't hear your breath against his neck,
Nor the beating of his own heart.
The emptiness he already had, t'was just a speck,
But it had grown and his warmness shall depart.
+His pain is loosening, breaking free
Of his mind, letting lose all the insanity
That he has sealed up inside
Because.Because thank you isn't enough
because I'm Sorry won't solve a thing.
Because I'm too short
or too tall
or too skinny
or too fat.
Because it just doesn't work that way
because somethings can't be changed
Because when you
spend a lot of time
writing the word
on a sheet of
white lined paper
you just begin to realize things.
Because saying 'because'
won't help you in life.
Because you just have to do it.
Because you just need to get up.
Because you just got to go somewhere.
Because we should stop doubting ourselves and
because we should only try our best.
Because life is too short.
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-My thoughts alter
Of each passing day.
They never stay identical.
-At a single moment
They could be cordial, charming, or gratifying.
Then they could alter drastically
Into thoughts of outrageous things.
-They could go from endearing, delightful and virtuous,
To homicidal and barbaric.
Thoughts of inspiration and aspiration,
To murderous and torturous plotting.
-I could think that I like someone,
Thinking they are full of elegance, charm, and intensity,
To insufferable, ghastly beings of this Earth.
Drastically altering my mood along with my thoughts.
-All is well at one moment,
And then all is heart breaking at another.
Becoming aware no one really cares.
People who are supposed to support you, disrespect you immensely.
-My thoughts alter when I fall and no one is there for me to lean on.
I think that they are caring people,
Then disrespectful, low pieces of debris
That animals urinate all over.
-My thoughts alter all the time.
Wolf in sheep's clothingWe create our own demons
Provide the sparks for our own madness
We sacrifice TRUTH for IDEALS...
And at times IDEALS for TRUTH...
..or perhaps unnaturally...
Are we sane?
Or are we simply victims of a delusion that we've so desperately wanted to be fact
Life is CHAOS...
Because it's unending...
Because it's unchanging...
..It is ORDER.
It has become the norm of our lives
It's a wound in the lives of all who are still breathing
Rise up and disrupt the natural order of this world...
Create some TRUE CHAOS...
Make this world better...
You wolves in sheep's clothing..
You SHEEP in WOLVES' clothing...
Don't throw your soul away...
Don't become savage...
Don't lose your gentleness...
Don't lose you
Our Love in the Snow
Under the clouds in December,
We walk downtown, near the creek.
Why is the water moving on?
The cold may be present, but why does it never reach our fire?
Years of memories to remember
No matter the jealousy, battles, and mental wrongs, the journey to the top of the mountain is nearing to the peak.
Why do we need to stick as opposite friends or ions?
When the time is urgent, our bond is the most dire.
A mad man, a childish man, and vivid woman
The winter is our friend
To burn our fires, on the coldest night in our town in December.
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