The rays of light strike the mound Silence was ended by sound There where rustling in the bushes Sweat becomes like water and washes Arms searching for something to grasp Legs move between each gasp Climbing the trees relentlessly Climbing mountains endlessly Everything else becomes senseless It was the endless journey to the top The …
He shoved me off the cliff! I heard a voice inside me. All dark clouds have silver linings, right? The fall isn’t that bad. Not as sweet as blackberry, but not that bad. My mind clouded. When it rains, it pours! That traitor! How dare he? Pushing me off the cliff? Mother! Help me! Aaaaah!
He appear to one person. “Hi, I’m Michael Langdon.” “Yah, right, and I’m Queen Elizabeth.” “Seriously, I’m Michael Langdon.” “Get out of here, you freak!” He appears to another person. “Hi, I’m Michael Langdon.” “Hi, how do you do? What are you here for?” “I’m a guardian angel.” “NO wander you’re in this nut house.” …
How would I handle a tail? Well, now, let me think Freeze it until it turned pale? No, put it in my pocket? No, no, drape it over my arm? No, no, no, put it in a socket? Cut it off! Cut it off! Cut what off? Oh, the tail! How would I handle a …
Oh beautiful, beautiful Louise If only Plato had seen you No bleak life would he have led If he had known love He would have know it’s blade Suffering with peace Hurt with healing Oh beautiful, beautiful Louise With love like a spring I have fallen for you Suffering sleepless nights Hoping for the hopeless …
Lightning sounded the anger of the living dead. A child’s cry rings like the Liberty Bell to sound the coming of enemies from the mother land; to warn of the deadly blows she should send. It was a dreary day when a child finds the true meaning of life and the wild; concept of survival …
On a dark and gloomy day, in houses people like to stay. On a loud thundering day, kids kneel by their bed to pray. This is my story of a sad time when a child should have been living his prime. A story about an emotional crime. A hurt that can’t heal no matter how …
When my heart aches at night When my mind stops to function When I feel alone with friends When nothing seems to make sense There is only one logical explanation It is the power of love It grabs you and never lets go It cuts wounds that can never heal It changes your life forever …
From the darkness of the morning a glimmer of light appeared. Rising slowly inch by inch. Slowly the vast sky became brighter and brighter. The sun extended itself through the window onto my wooden desk stained with paint. A desk covered with books and pappers, with an alarm clock at the corner. Inch by inch …
This place I often think about Is a place of warmth And a place where people go fishing for trout This place is a place of history This is a place of unrest Also a place of intense slavery A place of black and white hands A place of war A place of segregation And …
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