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The Grave of the Fireflies.
There are memories
Still breathing beneath the ground
Under these graves.
People long forgotten
That linger on.
Small points of light
On the darkest of nights
And in its own haunting way
The graveyard is beautiful.
The feeling is reminiscent
And the laughter can almost be heard
The small wings flutter
Cutting through the stilled silence.
And this haunting,
Beautiful,
Reminiscent place
Can only be described as:
The Grave of the Fireflies.
There are memories
Still breathing beneath the ground
Under these graves.
People long forgotten
That linger on.
Small points of light
On the darkest of nights
And in its own haunting way
The graveyard is beautiful.
The feeling is reminiscent
And the laughter can almost be heard
The small wings flutter
Cutting through the stilled silence.
And this haunting,
Beautiful,
Reminiscent place
Can only be described as:
The Grave of the Fireflies.
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Grave of the Fireflies
I cried in the burning dark
as everything here burns in this park
I watched as my little sister burned
I watched as my whole world turned
Fireflies gathered to pick her up
While I could only gather her enough
In a little canister that used to be hers
In my hand that used to hold hers
I saw my sister for the last time
as I put her in the canister without a crime
I could have done better but I didn't
I didn't see how much it mean't
Now my sister has joined the ashes
while the lights I saw, flashes.
I sat among the bodies of boys
I sat among the children's toys
I cried for myself, my sister as well
but that is something anyone c
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Holocaust
Holocaust;
Remember the children who were abused
The whole affair makes me so confused
How could it have gone on so long
Why were they taken somewhere they didn't belong?
These children were hurt for something so stupid
They were punished and killed for things they never did
Who would be so utterly cruel, to cause such pain and misery
Why did it take so long for others to see?
Many years and many more deaths
So many young children lost their breaths
Why snuff out a candle if it can still burn
Why snuff out their lives, didn't you learn?
These children were innocent, they had no idea
They were mistreated and filled with fear
Why
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The Thing
I lay still in my bed,
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come b
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dedicated to ~writeletters because she was talking about a movie called "Grave of the Fireflies" and it gave me this idea.
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I just got done watching that movie for the first time, and I literally /bawled/ my eyes out. It was heartbreaking. This is lovely <3