Quotes; not from foxfaced

"You're a liar but I'm hanging on every word" - stages and stereos

"You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip." -Jonathan Carroll, "Outside the Dog Museum"

"Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage." -Author Unknown

"I've always thought a good lashing with a buggy whip would benefit you immensely." - gone with the wind

"The truth is I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't." -Marilyn Munroe

"I didn't pay much attention to the whistles and whoops, in fact, I didn't quite hear them. I was full of a strange feeling, as if I were two people. One of them was Norma Jeane from the orphanage who belonged to nobody; the other was someone whose name I didn't know. But I knew where she belonged; she belonged to the ocean and the sky and the whole world." -Marilyn Munroe

"Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it." - Bruce Lee

"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?"
- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

"A religion contradicting science and a science contradicting religion are equally false."
- P. D. Ouspensky (1878-1947)

Dancing to the beat of the sun in my head
Under a dusty grey sky
I might look pathetic with lack of sun rays
But who cares when I'm alive?
with socks on my feet, oh the people I'll meet
when skipping through earthbound hallways
screaming 'I love you"
looking above to
sing to a break in the clouds
oh my sweet summer.
Eyes laced in lashes
We'll all turn to ashes
But we're safe today,
the truth is we're dieing
don't bother with lieing
like teen love it's all a facade.
remember
remember
nothing last forever
and the sun it will come out again.
Oh my sweet summer.

care without borders

You are not deaf, why can't you hear?
You are not blind, why can't you see?
Guilt builds itself inside of me.
Excuses towering high like walls
The higher it's built the worse when it falls
Reassurance standing ready as guards
Though whispers of truth slip through windows barred
They hush the room with a story to tell
-Need not to shout, tone says it well-
Traveled on a rumored breeze
Of hellish lands far over seas....
Mother lays in a dirty bed
Upon her lap rests a little head
hollow eyes stain her dress with tears
Confirmed the worst of his heart broken fears.
She raised him well, all on her own,
Brothers and sisters left long ago
When they could no longer bare the hurt
Of bellies empty all but dirt
Each fell asleep and never awoke
Taken under deaths far stretched cloak,
Now this woman here she lies
Slipping under the cloak, although she tried
To stay back for her child here
The boy who stained her dress with tears.
You are not deaf, why can't you hear?
You are not blind, why can't you see?
Sixteen-thousand mourning cries
Sixteen-thousand children die
Not in one year, not in two
Not in a month, not in a few
Sixteen thousand every day
Yet we choose to look away.
Guilt fills me promptly to the brim
Excuses soon are stretching thin
Reassurance cannot hold up the walls
Lies break away until about to fall
Tower shatters letting guilt run loose
Guards (cowards!) hanging each by noose.
Guilt consuming me from head to toe
Beating in the right to know
To know unjust, unrighteous, unfair
When few people take the time to care
For the children deprived of another year
Or left to stain their momma's dress with tears
Yet this guilt often is not enough
You have to really put forth no matter how tough
Care without borders.
We are all human, all one race
Though we've dissected that past disgrace
If one hurts, we are all to blame
Not caring has brought us all to shame.
There are two choices in front of you:
Go fourth and help, what's right to do
Or live your life like you never knew,
Rebuild the walls, not a window to show
Without a second thought you could go
Deep within your narcissistic barrier
Never considering the harsh exterior,
When you could've cared without borders.

chapter : three

Our Keepers file in through the heavy metal door. Being the lowest ranking Nazis, the keepers are the ones who tend to us. Most take their jobs in quite the serious fashion, fearing for their lives should they not. There is the odd exception though. The few who recognize the horror, but wouldn't dare to say anything.
The youngest of them, Felix, is perhaps the most daring. Just scratching 20 he's still got that boyish smile which he flashes as often as physically possible. I've talked to him before, when no one seems to be looking. It seems he's always got some sort of prank planned for the older, nastier of the keepers.
"Jamison happened upon a large rat in his stew last night." He said in a hushed laugh.
"And you wouldn't know anything about that, now would you?"
"Who, me? oh no. But that's not of importance right now." His smile faded, as he continued "You've got to get out of here."
I looked at him questioningly, though he wouldn't meet my eyes. " whats wrong now?"
"They've started picking off camps. The plan is just to eliminate everyone who can't produce a Hitler-loving blondy. You have to leave."
I'm sure the colour drained from my face. It was expected. Anyone could have guessed he had no intention of keeping us, but this seemed too fast."how long?"
"I'd give it a few weeks."
"shit."
"He's not wasting any time. That's why you need to go. If you want I can-"
"I'm going to kill him." I muttered, cutting him off.
"Woah, hold on there missy. That's not very smart you know. " He smiled at me persuasively. Clearly not thinking me to be serious.
"Letting my family die doesn't seem too intelligent either. I could do it."
Felix's jaw dropped, as he stared at me like I was gruesomely growing excess limbs.
"Have fun with that." He scoffed, turning on his heals. I grabbed him, by his coat tail, which turned the heads of a few keepers walking past.
"Yes Miss, quite a fine material the uniforms are made out of!" Felix said louder then needed as not to draw attention. The onlookers kept walking and he turned back to me with a sigh. "They've been looking for maids to be sent to serve the Aryans in Germany. They need those with evidence that they would produce something with blond hair and blue eyes. Like back-ups for reproduction. Normally it involves a long uncomfortable session with the doctors, but I can get you a slip."
I held in the urge to hug him, letting a grin sweep over my face "You're the best"
"No, I'm stunned. But if you want to try and stop all this, that's the only way you're getting there. I'll be back tonight. It might take a while to fix the security cameras though, so be patient."
The whistle sounded for the keepers to leave, and Felix marched back up to the front with the others. I mouthed a thank you, he nodded as the left through those thick doors. Last to go slammed them shut, leaving us to that unbearable background noise, and not quite silence.

chapter:two

I stumble getting out of my own of one of the many bunks lining the walls of our camp. Taking time to make up the plain black sheets carefully, having nothing else to do but listen to the quiet hum of whispers and the constant recording reminding us of who is in control. Reminding us the only god we have now is him.
"The Fuhrer is righteous" It repeats unemotionally " Praise the Fuhrer, as he is your only salvation. You are nothing. You are needy. Abide by his word or face death. Heil Hitler!"
My mother is still deep within a restless sleep. My father, however, is not. He holds her close to him, eyes sleep deprived behind his eschewed glasses. At least they have each other. They graduated, they married, they had kids. They have accomplishments, and I? I'm stuck here, A fifteen year old girl on the brink of her life with no promise of future. Don't get me wrong though, I love life. Or so I did before all this. My family would be middle class. I've been blessed with opportunities,good grades, friends, and acceptation. I certainly could be worse off, but all of it was cut short.
Memories evoke. Cut short like my time with Caden.
"Addy, it's ok." He whispered reassuringly. I held him closer, feeling his warmth mix with my own. "We'll see each other again soon, don't worry."
"I don't want you to leave. I want you to promise me you won't be so stunned again. Just quit."
When his parents split Caden got really depressed. He was on an endless stream of drugs and was currently lying in a hospital bed recovering from fighting for his life after a serious overdose.
He looked at me hopelessly with his warm brown eyes.
"Promise me you will? Caden I don't want to lose you." I pleaded, tears welling.
"I'm not going to make you a promise I can't keep."
Resting my head on his chest, I lay beside him, staining his shirt with tears. We stayed like that until the nurse came in, telling me it was best to leave now.
I could have helped him. I could have been there at least, if it wasn't for the fact everyone not in pristine health condition was ordered dead the next day on Fuhrer's orders.
The alarm sounding the days food rations being sent in tore me from my thoughts and back into reality.

(unnamed book ps: bare with me) chapter:one

"Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future."
If I die before I wake,
I'll be one of many.
The air, smoldering. Like a thick snow, the world is blanketed in ashes. Everything I've known is nonexistent in this barren new world. As our history is repeated,intensified by thousands, every ounce of freedom is now ripped from us. One man it took for our undoing. The Fuhrer has risen again.

I awoke this morning to the sound of nothing. This, however, was not unusual in the camps. Nothing is all anyone has to say anymore. You see, anyone who is not of the Aryan race, is no one. Therefore we, the no ones, are not entitled to opinions.
Glancing at the mirror to see the doleful complexion makes me worry. Who am I? It's hard not to lose yourself when everything that made you who you are is all but faded, tattered dreams. Even so, the girl I see in the mirror is pale from lack of light. Living in a tightly quartered, windowless cabin will do that to someone. Glancing again I see that her red hair is long and unkempt, from giving up on appearance.
Who is this girl? Her sweet lips bare no smile. I would not have recognized her a year ago, but seeing as it is me standing here, I, Adeline Renwick cannot deny what I very well know.
My family, and many others have lived like this for weeks since the Fuhrer's return. Hitler, the grand bastard himself, had strategically planned his come back from that blessed day in 1945 we had all assumed his death. The people guess he had a concoction made to preserve him, mind and body, yet no one here could say for sure. He had high ranking Nazis doing his dirty work for all these years collecting followers, a secret army, thousands stronger. And then it hit.
Worldwide there were attacks. Gassing, bombs, invasions. You couldn't dare walk the streets without the promise of being shot dead catching you off guard. Shelter camps were offered in return for all property, and weaponry. Anyone who did not oblige was not to be spared. Soon after the camps were filled we were told there is now nothing outside of them, except the Aryan domain. That, I didn't find so hard to believe.

Another Farewell

I mourn your absence
for now I weep
your absence being all left to keep
your love was never mine a'tall
so deep in absence I am to fall.
vibrance hovers round my vision
why did I not take time to listen?
when time was sparse I ran away
leaving my promise for another day.
self pity fills my to the bone
I wish for love, I wish you home
but without a penny to my name
I can't afford to see your body again.
and why bother with an empty shell?
why bother with another farewell?

Foxfaced Quotes

"At the beginning I acknowledged the end. I just wish the middle had lasted a little longer."

"Admire the picture, question the caption, Because even though a picture says a thousand words, more then half will be assumptions."

"Out of all the things you could have said, 'nothing' hurt the most. An insult is like a slap in the face, shocking but easy to return. 'Nothing' is like poison, slow and painful to realize."

"They call it face book for a reason; because people remember you by your face. If they called it boobbook, I would be far more understanding of all you cleavage exploiting ninnies. However the only person who would remember you by your tatas is a creative plastic surgeon."

Foxfaced Short Poems

"Don't be cruel, use affection with sense.
You've got a brain in that head, no matter how dense
It's meant to be used, as you should know
Though its been forgotten ages ago."

"You think you know where you and I stand
Loosening your hold when I reach for your hand
Keeping safe distance,avoiding my eyes
Ignoring my hopes and not hearing my sighs
You tell me you'll love me, you'll play all your games
But what is a gesture without love in its name?
I don't care for tricks, I just care for you
If in my position, you'd understand too"

"How easy it would be to blame a thing,
Stupid, hateful, spiteful thing!
Quite the idea that would sport.
But a thing is a thing, an object of sorts,
Without a mind, with out a soul,
Our thing, it seems, has no control.
The problem lays within."

Excuse me Miss?

Excuse me miss? I know your pain
I’ve seen you outside in the rain
Letting it wash away the faces that read your mind every day
Excuse me miss? I know who you are.
I’ve heard bundles of whispers carried by far
They hauntingly tell of a dead woman’s dreams
A life that was lived without any means
Excuse me miss? I know what you know
That man, the one who started the row,
I know every inch of his face, from eyes to lips
I’ve been kept in his arms, and held him by hips
Excuse me miss? I had what you had
I had him, as you did
And your parting was bad?
Well I’m assuming the worst as you’re here out of breath,
I just didn’t think he would taunt round with death
But I guess it sank in deep enough through my skull
And I talked just of notions till his knife he undulled
He left with my memories in the palm of his hand
And in his other my heart and my gold wedding band
Excuse me miss? I’m joining you now.
To lie in the rain with my heart all ripped out
I should’ve heeded your words if I had any clue
But my regrets are now useless, and I’ve nothing to do.

Barren Frost on a Time Quite Lost

A sweet summer’s day was finally here
The flowers had blossomed their brightest in cheer
Birds softly chirping in the calm morning air
Their tune mixed with life’s buzz, so light and so fair
The trees spread out branches, stretched up in a yawn
Loving the treat of this warm breezeless dawn,
But oh! The squirrels are beside themselves laughing at me!
The pixies and fairies are grinning you see,
But you can’t see, you won’t see, refuse to at least
In your mind you’re the boy still, not a large scruffy beast.
There’s good and there’s bad, nothing above or between
You refuse possibilities to believe and be seen.
Stick to the safest bet that there is
Two small loves, one soulless, the other a sweet Ms.
Summer hates winter, and hot it hates cold
Yet you, my dear, are challenging, rebellious, and bold
You told me you loved me, you gave me your heart
It beat in my hands for a second to start
The again! And again until snatched back into place
Bump Bump, Bump Bump
Asserting itself to its regular pace
You can’t taunt and flaunt with a hole in your chest
I know there are others, and you’re trying your best
But your best at what? Hurting the lot? Or just hurting me?
Behind those blue eyes you’re twisted, you see
This is not what I want.
So I stand by and watch my handsome wolf go
Over the hills towards a bleak barren snow
Perhaps this fight I cannot win
To keep something so free would seem a sin
Though free is the last thing he claims, of course
Owned by addiction of blood, that seems the source
Of all his woes and troubles and tears,
The key to his worries and childish fears
How easy it would be to blame the blood
Stupid, hateful, spiteful blood!
Though quite the idea that does sport
Blood is blood, and object of sorts.
A silly creature he is, a silly creature he’ll stay
I think, as I bring myself back, and look away.
A single tear rolls down my face
I wipe it away with a quiet disgrace
A silly girl to cry over a silly thing
Though I shan’t ponder all too deeply, god knows what that would bring…

The Esurience of Blood with a Lycanthropic Love

Lilacs in my hair

Gently falling as I stare

In your ever hollow eyes

Sweet as you may seem

You have finally revealed

The dark truth behind

Blood is what you thirst

My love never will come first

In your lycan life

Summer's warmth can never stay,
For fall's cool breeze it must make way,
Bearable but not quite the same
Colour snatched from leaves, left dying and lame
A baron frost is soon to come,
Erasing the joy that summer had spun
Bitter cold bites at the heart,
But a fire in the midst, a trend she starts
Trying to melt away the sharpened ice,
She'll try to win no matter the price,
Leaving herself a sacrifice
To winter's cold who laughs her way
this little flame is led astray
He seems quite pleased to toss her away
But what does he know?
The seasons are not just made of snow!
A sweet sweet spring must come up soon,
Followed by a cloudless sky with full clear moon
In summer nights,
the little spark will regrow her light
Embracing the world after winters flight
Covering up the hate and spite
Should that daunting breeze show once again?
The flame just smiled "I'll call him friend"

check it out x)

hahaha this is a crazy lil vid me and my friend did for a spoof of alice in wonderland, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ng1u5L1cxo8
we're a tad foolish xp

the teenage years are ones carefree
running against the summer breeze
a first true love, dwindling nights
caring friends and laughable sights
parties galore, dancing fast to a beat
friends who'll run with you on socked or bare feet
though teenage years, are years none the less
with reality, heartbreak, and distant lies
the boys and losses that make you plead and cry
the answer 'no', when asking to go
on and outing with friends that know not the meaning of slow
impulsive and fun,
your life's just begun,
and is yet half over when looking at the time past
why is it not that the best years could last?

forever

should someone ask me my desire while gazing at the warming fire
I'd tell them that i want forever they would answer with a smile,
thinking me a silly child
"forever's a long time, you know, our time goes fast like melting snow."
forever is my only need, not silver strings with pearls and beads
forever held within your arms
forever living without harm
forever full, forever quenched
from this world i wont be wrenched
forever happy, cared, and loved
never hurt nor pushed nor shoved
forever held in mid-summers trance, forever to sing, forever to dance
eternal youth, forever strong
never to worry about time that's gone
"such a tale you tell my dear, listen close, make sure you hear.
don't ponder deep on time that's past
the keys to enjoy and make it last"

Aphrodite [af-ruh-dahy-tee] ♥

Born of foam, risen from sea, a woman of beauty and arrogancy

Betrothed to a man without looks nor taste, a sin it does seem she was sent without haste

He adorned her with jewels or whatever she pleased, though she was unfaithful every chance she could seize

T’is a tangled web I weave, some say I’m foolish some say naïve

For many men are in my trance, I have them all within my grasp

There is but one I favoured above them all, with daring eyes which did enthral

Death and love were now entwined, fighting till one fell or died

Hatred did so thrash and claw, till settled by the highest law

Desire divided half in half equal after such a wrath

A jealously of another type, the boar killed the boy out of Ares tripe

Once loved by the woman of the sea, his blood she turned to anemones.