prittykitty

Rain in the night Soaking up by grassy soil Glistening, the puddles oil Through colours washed away within the street, like the people we will meet. The daily talk, the nods and stares No one talks, and no one cares For life is creeping steadily away. Rain in the night. Sitting up in sleepless haze, streetlamps glow a brightened blaze, lighting the way for daylight to progress. Now might I express, what tonight will help me through, how I felt for what I know is true, how one night I will be asleep. I can't sleep clearly now, nothing's in sight Like on most of a rainy night.

Being a woman in today's world is like becoming a sword. You start off a small ingot, but get burned, beaten down, shaped, become jagged. You, however get sharper, and can stab through your enemies, defeating the battle. To use what you've been shaped as, to protect and defend. You don't pine to be that ingot again, you're a deadly beautiful relic.

Her bones hold her body together. Seen as too small. "She'll be pretty soon, if she ate" oh how she does. Feasting on the carnage of her haters. One is too fat, "she'll be pretty if she diets". Oh how her teeth gnaw at the mindless twisted image set. "I want curves, only dogs like bones" "I want athlete type, not a whale" Twig like? Too plump? Funny thing about twigs and fat, they create FIRE. A fire so bright, nothing can douse it. There is no compare, or rivalry. We will come together, and stoke the flames. Try to stop us. I dare you. -No, I am not sorry

Have a holly jolly Christmas, Or a Yule, or Hannukah. Kwanzaa, Solstice, Malkh Or of course Panchā. Have a Jolly Krampusnacht, Where he snatches all the bad Light a flame, in Santa's name Think of all the fun you've had. Ho-ho the mistletoe, it's pure stupidity. Somebody wants a kiss, kick em' in the knee. Have a Holly Jolly Bodhi, and in case you didn't hear, Seasons Greetings, and joyous meetings, now go inspect that ear.

Songs of joy come once a year, with a fat men pulled, by little deer. We sing of Yule and Hannukah, yet what about the Sus Scrofa... Giant Boar of snow and light, stand before me on this night, cough up what I want I'm longing for...grant my wish, please Santa Boar. I know in my heart you're real, I still know your ethereal squeal. Never did I know before, the happiness of Santa Boar, her phlegm is ready for the cheer, to cough up Roasted Holly beer. She runs across our roofs, at night, and eats our chimney top, she makes her rounds in December, without a single stop. If you hear a clatter hoof, of noises that are on your roof, be blesse

Machinery overhead blocked out any thought of that man. Ivy pushed it out of her mind. She lived in the flats, she wasn't part of his people. She'd have him over to sit on her bed, and share rations while watching leaflet? He probably already knew most information, than she'd ever fathom. A man like that, didn't need a lady like her. * * * The decontamination suit smelt horrible. Ivy could barely breath in it normally, let alone when it smelt like a fish on its period. "Amaras, I need a new suit" she radioed to the tower above. "Not gonna happen. You need to get more samples. We barely have enough to feed Winston" Ameras replied, smiling

Titan cylinders stretched towards the heavens, shining into the sky towards The Republic of Andura. The gigantic sky nation borrowed heavily from old capitalist rulings, and produced a mighty capital, and set of laws to prove it. Standing at the main cylander, Grant and Ivy, cautiously set foot inside the small metal lift. "Its a bit dusty today, if it stops, the ladders are to the right" the guard hollered, probably for the 30th time, today before setting the machine. The lifts were poorly maintained. Many times Ivy and Grant, had to climb from the small chamber back down to the base, and cut their losses of a days pay, or wait for hours

"Son of a bitch." Ivy stared at the blinking 30% light on the oxygen charger. In an hour, her brother would be up and complaining, about how she forgot to charge the oxygen tanks. Again. Frantically, she connected the cylinders to the station, ramming each into the outlets. "It isnt going to charge any faster, by you ramming them, into the god damn wall" she heard from the doorway. Turning around to face him, Ivy started to sweat. "I...it isn't my fault. I had to put the beans in the chamber, as soon as I got home" she stammered. She looked down, knowing full well they both needed a full charge of oxygen today. The grounds were un-even, and

Well it's all right, got my cash and my keys, Well its all right, going to work with ease. Well it's all right working as much as I can, well it's all right, I've always got help at hand. I can watch the sun drop around the Earth, at the end of the line, I can smile, knowing what my life is worth, At the end of the line. Can lay in bed knowing where I stand, at the end of the line, maybe I need a hand. It's all right. Even if I feel depressed, yeah it's all right, I solve what I need addressed. We'll it's all right, I have my Andy to love, well it's all right, I can take when push comes to shove. Maybe I'll have my own little kids some d

I can't think quite clearly, all I sense is static. I'm trying to find solice and be pragmatic. My skin has been peeling, its ripped near the seams, my new self is emerging, from suppressed life dreams. Theres no zipper to hold it. Just grit and bear it, it no longer fits me, I can no longer wear it. My bloodlust is showing, my spirit and pride. I'm not afraid anymore, I will no longer hide. I've worn my skin proudly. Problems may still need solving. I'm not ditching my persona, I'm just evolving.