The Return of Starscream by TwistedBlood, literature
Literature
The Return of Starscream
Galvatron, he'd met him twice, the first time he met him was brief and painful, he remembered it well; He was finally going to get what was rightfully his, leadership! But no, that… that parody of Megatron, that abomination vaporised him, even he had to admit Megatron was a far better leader then that silver and purple freak. The second time was equally painful, after possessing Scourge and then getting a new body from Unicron he'd gotten shot and sent tumbling damaged through space… the indignity of it all, he'd show them, he'd show them all.
Landing on the dark side of Cybertron, Starscream sat up, he run a self diagnostic on himself as he
Days of lazy bliss, just chilling in the sun
Drinking frosty drinks and eating sausages inna bun
BBQ's and Pool parties
Ice-creams and fairgrounds
Always so much fun.
Bloody wish I was a kid again to enjoy all that
I'm far from perfect,
I'm not tall
only small
I'm not strong
I look bad in a thong
I'm smart
but bad at art
I'm not too good with common sense
and I'm very often tense
but I'm me
and just that thought fills me with glee
after all it could be a lot worse
I could be you, then I'd have to curse...
It burns,
the painful sensation of nerves and senses alight,
the eruption of flames licking against my nose and eyes
feeling my face about to explode, and then the respite and salvation that follows
I rest panting and wincing
no scars befall my flesh as the burning and hot sensations leave me
I think to myself
think of what went wrong,
think of my mistake,
I open my mouth to speak
God damn it all that was too much mustard!
Civillisation
The same old chant of life sucks is heard
I chuckle and sit back
The same old whine of "I hate this world"
I smile
These voices I hear
that tell me life is bad
I listen to with a grin
and nod my head again
I wonder what it is
that makes these people curse
Life is a gift
not a parcel bomb
but why is it that I laugh?
and why do I feel pity for these disillusioned people
Do they really hate life?
or this culture of greed and lust?
this 'civillisation' of needs and wants
this childish desire to own and control
our media tells us
that materialistic gain and sexual gain
are all that we ever need
greed is good,
L
I stare into the Mirror,
a false reflection stares back
a mask that hides the real me.
I cover my face in clensing waters and stare down at my salvation.
The tempting sharp blades sit before me, begging me to cut away the falsehood.
I press the sharp metal to my face and the mask falls away with ease,
I look down at the soiled water and then up at my reflection again
I continue...
Pressing the blades to my skin again I feel reborn,
and as I come to finsh my task I hear a cry in the distance
"Come on Steve, haven't you finished shaving yet?"
The day is one of laughing
laughing at the men buying gifts to try and score some
laughing at the women for throwing tantrums at not getting gifts
laughing at the shop keepers who know they've cleaned up
today I see grown men having to work harder
to get their women into bed
today I see women showing thier true material natures
today is a day of man give, man get
today is a day of woman get, woman give
I hear all around me "oh snugglechops" and "oh fluffykins"
Oh please don't make me puke
If I hear another "cutesyface"
I'm gonna have to get a bag
I find today offensive
as you know within your hearts
as soon as this day has ende
Oh how I like the thought of romance on valentines day.
It always fills me with glee.
oh how I love valentines day....
The day of love and harmony.
I love the flowers I love the chocolate
I even love the cards
I love the thought of getting them
One day I hope I will
My heart always leaps on days like this...
No wait that's a hiccup
but never-the-less I love today
Even though I'm all alone
I tend to wish for happiness
for all couples celebrating
And as I see my friends stroll off
Their girls they will be mating
As I walk through the night
I look up at that big old sky
and ask the question everybody asks me...
'What planet di
I cradle your warm body in my arms as we lay there together watching T.V.
We smile at the same naughty jokes but dare not laugh,
We chuckle obscenely at Jerry,
And then I look into your eyes as you look up at me and our hearts skip a beat or three
Words don't matter to us in private but the sound of I love you is always welcome,
As I feel what you feel and you feel what I feel,
Life takes on a whole new purpose
And as we lay upon the couch basking in our love,
We have something new to share
As we have shared each other both body and soul,
We now have a new life to share.
Is that all I am a puppet for you?
To be discarded when bored
Or used when needed?
Do my feelings not count?
Am I just a thing?
You said you loved me,
Or was that just a lie?
You won't fool me again
You can just go
You got annoyed when you couldn't get your own way
You screamed and kicked and threatened
But I stood fast for once
And your attitude has shown me your feelings
I won't be played again
It hurts to push you away,
But I know I must
You can't keep using me
I need to be myself
I wish I never loved
But I did
I want to believe you loved me
But I just don't know
So just go
Don't let the door hit you in the butt on t
Life
The boy...
Full of hope and dreams.
Never fearing the future
Young and arrogant Not caring about tomorrow
Never seeing the danger of his actions
A life is alomost lost
The High school teen...
Shattered Hopes and Hate fill his days
Bullied for being the odd one out
Never given His fair chance
Lonely and resentful
He snaps and someone gets hurt
The college boy...
haunted by his past trying to be his best
Slowly getting together the peices of his life
The resent still burning but urging him on
The nightmares and mistrust haunt him
Sleeping around to get back at all the Taunts and jibes
He never sees the hurt in his girlfr
Ok this is it… down time
I feel depressed
Upset, guilty, melancholic
Regrets are passing through.
Nothings ever going to stay right
It's a big joke and I'm the punch line
I'd end it but what's the point?
A quick release? I don't deserve that
Rather make myself live and suffer
Then take an easy route
People say "don't be like this"
Why not?
It's my life I'll do what the hell I want
But I'll just sit here and sigh
Just another down time
Down time
A time of depression
A time of woe
Just a normal day then it seems
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Wow, I can't beleive it's been one year since I updated this.
And guess what!! It relates to my old RP problem! http://twistedblood.deviantart.com/journal/6427139/
LOLz
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Why would I stick by people like that I hear you cry?
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I'm in serious Owwyville here... :(
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Now I'm not saying I'm feeling like I WANT to be put to sleep
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