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PICK POCKETING VOICESWhat had stolen you?
You stood bones locked for three dreadful hours,
each second collapsing onto the next.
static...wearing swollen veins upon clenched fingers.
At times you did sway slightly
only enough to allow your shadow to creak,
before it stained the floor with its fleeting void.
If you settled any stiller they would pronounce you dead!
We gathered around you
tossing terribly empty ideas
as to what had trapped you
in such an unnerving stance
I piped up, shrilling against their noise;
"An invisible force!"
They fell silent then murmured amongst themselves
in some form or another "That's simply absurd!"
I know what had stolen you,
deserted you sheet white,
took your will and your tongue
fleeing into the night.
you couldn't speak for yourself
leaving fools to ruined you
while it voiced its banter into stark night
all you can manage is a booming silence
all it can manage are whispered roars
dream inducing pillowsIn one seocond I am reading in the next I am sleeping
found by a father who seems to belong to me!
My size is quite comfortable so fitting and familiar
not like poor alice’s who grows out and up peculiar.
my window is gaunt, ancient and reveling
only letting away shallow misty breathing
Fortunately nobody points their head and kids continue to frolic
I draw no attention myself, these sheets so smothering
Meanwhile the temprature sears from piping hot to the cold of stone.
Am I still awake?
My limbs are the same in height the clocks are phasing.
Prehaps i am sleeping Ha.
and with this realisation i listen in intently,
into my pillow that this dream is depending.
RIDEnvelope within this thinning air;
Allow breathing in ease.
Dont keep the atmosphere heavy
They are heaving,
Tip toeing on the ground ridden with desease where footsteps are misplaced.
Transfuse with the surrounding light and mirror or even Take up Translucency.
Dont let being block anything beyond it.
They are squinting,
Many eyes burning.
Create illusions of the eye
Let voice ring within white noise
The static will cleanse all impurities
Their ears still bleeding
muscles fitfully twitching.
Morningslong and drawn out inhalations
Flustered cheaks and a sudden restlessness
Lungs burning, head spinning
Body shaking vision blurring
Rain against glass spells doom and gloom for most but being a day like today, bliss is all that dances benieth the foggy window pane. lying here for a few more hours wont prohibit the earths rotation, conversations will continue to spark and people will roam the land like ghostly figures weaving through time. May I distatch myself for a couple more minutes? The boiler still rumbles and charasmatic voices sing low benith the floor boards. May I just close my eyes for a few seconds? the sun wont stop setting regardless of my witnessing. For a moment longer, the world will not stop even deprived of my participation. It will learn to grow without another voice in its mists. I'll get up soon, but my dear earth, you must learn to hold your breath.
another cliche poem .-.Athough you give me shifty eyes
That sticks to your direction
I cant help notice your blissful sighs
And awe at your perfection
Although you keep me on the edge
Perched high on fluid ground
I cant help trod this brittle ledge
Just so you are sound
And although my heart knows not of love
From savage heartbreake afore
I cant help forge a rapid pulse
When you walk through the door
when hit which is felt first, pain or pressure?The brick wall slammed first against my defending hands, effortlessly shattering brittle bones. I had not yet registered the collision regardless the fact I had forseen this wall heading towards me many miles before. Immense pain, sharing the same path as lighting, diverged its way to my collarbone.
Anything left of my hands, once machines of creation, was a little less than a compact mass of flesh, bone and blood. My knees,oh my knees; I couldent bare to look down at what had come of my knees! I My skull, brain and mind once throbbing in groth, had been compressed. Was it pain or pressure I felt?
ProgrammedYou are programmed for self destruction
Diseased with leaching viruses
Destroying for a promised peace
Sabotaging rabid with delusion
But of course it will not come
Oh how this tricky has consumed you
You thought it had ended did you not?
Well I'm terribly sorry
I can’t let you win
Nothing is owed to you
You will be left with nil
Because it’s the least I can do
Say thank you
10110110And so they sing. Riddle upon riddle, word upon word. It seems all that radiates from their gaping mouths are deafening tones. Wave upon wave come the discorded banter. What am I to do with this senseless shit?
Somebody please transcribe this intrusive nonsense;
for I cannot listen, but only hear...
and Im one chord short of sane
Moment of death (part 1)
Fog seeped effortlessly into the cracks of the small, hollow window. Creeping solemnly, it surrounded the lone figure, daring not to disturb its restless sleep. It danced around the silver floor as if it owned the place and through the grey abyss sang a low slow; thump, thump, thump. White noise gradually filled the room as the thumping grew louder and faster, surely poisoning the ears of silent ghosts that roam the heavy air. However it was not nearly enough to awake the slumped, shadowed body. The thumps became booms.
“DON’T!” he screeched. His own heart beat awoke him from the twisted dreams of faces he use to know. He turned slightly to face the patch of light that lay across the cold metallic ground; the light rays were less comforting than he had hoped. He looked
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
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Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
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Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
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He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
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A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
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TeuFort, the primary battleground between the two rivaling organizations, the Builders League United also known as BLU and the Reliable Excavation Demolition also known as RED.
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what? Did you just smile? .Cover your face and feel the cold, red-rich blood stick to your skin.It still smells of him.That guy that use to be happy for the both of you.What did you do? Numb your mind of what you've done and get the hell out of there. No don't you cant look back. Its too late.Run as fast as humanly possible you selfish idiot, do you want to surrender to guilt?Let yourself tremor with rage...THIS IS FOR YOURSELF YOU BASTARD... FEEL GRATEFUL".No mercy
He Stabs Furiously at the fleshy mess.Each time the blade meets his bare arm they wince and smile, hiding the agonising reality that they cannot stop them himself he continues to strike, each one more painful than the last. It's if the pain is trying to escape in form of a smile. He stop. satisfied that its over. Slowly he bring the b
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