My World
#myworld The wind softly sings its quiet tune to the loud, messy world that I occupy. The thin red grass by the cliff's edge sways. A giant shape eclipses the green-tinted sunset.
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#myworld The wind softly sings its quiet tune to the loud, messy world that I occupy. The thin red grass by the cliff's edge sways. A giant shape eclipses the green-tinted sunset.
As night approaches. And lusts darkness encroaches. Remember that sweet, innocent girl. The one who would always give you a twirl. She is no longer sweetness and like. Your blood she will spike.
In the valley of despair she lost her soul and ripped her hair. She cried for years, fifteen in fact. Incredibly, she was still intact. One day in the bath she made it flood.
Light a fire under me Let flames consume me whole. Smoke and ashes, Devour my soul. Let me burn till I'm black Let me burn till I die Let me burn till I'm an angel in the sky.
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, Burn up, If you must. Ashes to ashes, Re-born from the fire, A magnificent creature, Your courage I admire.
Chapter 1 "Aellaaaaaaaaa!" On being rudely woken up by my little sisters, I noticed that the place seemed slightly empty. "You just missed Corey!" Said Dema, slightly smugly.
As I step back on the beaten track I start another day, The fog steeps in, the darkness calls, again I lose my way.
As I step back on the beaten track I start another day, The fog steeps in, the darkness calls, again I lose my way.
#household Held inside a cage of ice, Cloak of fog, relentless vice, Leather book within her reach, Zealot parchment, voice to preach.
This story is made by my lovely cousin Libby. The silver moon shone from the misty night sky. The trees cast long shadows on the grass, they reminded me of spider webs. In the shadows a lady stood.
I lived life in a bubble,. Kept safe from all trouble,. It was better, safe, easy,. Made life seem sunny and breezy,. But it was all an illusion,. A bubble-lensed delusion,.
Looking in the mirror , shes staring back at me. I dont know who she is , this monster that can see . A wicked cunning smile, Her eyes so full of pain .
#household She saw her face on the window pane, faded, ghostly. If she focused hard enough, she could see the outside world, frosted, dark grey and raining smoke orange leaves.
Once I was a shy boy with ideas above my station. Going constantly forwards without invitation. Shyness soon turned to confident ambition. But the ambition was cut short just as it turned to fruition.
#nightdwellers A heart torn and twisted covered in thorns. Devoid of love and feelings about to be reborn. Rescued from its inky depths no longer in solitude.
I bear the marks, On my skin, The wild blesses me, From within, Cast out, Left to die, The people have left me, I must survive, The tide waits for no one, Just as the sea and sky, Light and...
He woke up feeling queazy, he woke up feeling strange. He felt somewhat uneasy, he could feel some kind of change. Where was this he'd awoken, because he wasn't in his bed.
In my dreams I ride a dragon, Conquerors of the skies, I sit astride his saddle, Melded as he flies.
#nightdwellers at silly o'clock I'm surviving this day long into the night Keeping it close and holding it tight Feeling the power from it's heavenly mite It appears so wrong but it feels so...
Thunder that drowned out the voices of those that desperately tried to help me, Lightning that blinded my sight of friends and kept me from being free, Bitter cold wind that bruised my skin and...
@puffy1980 #superpower So, Simon, lurking invisible, That's what you choose. Lurking in the girls locker room, Watching them take off their clothes.
@awesomeannie. One day, a merchant's daughter,. Asked father for a rose,. She'd never seen one in her life,. And knew naught where they grow,. The merchant, he agreed to it,.
And there amongst the blue powder And the white foam that frames it all. Was a little splash of colour, To the green it never does fall. Rainbow in its appearance, Solid but moving too...
I awake: new, clean, my eyes blinking in the bright daylight, Shielding my tear-stained face with a shaking hand.