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"Freya" I am woken by Luther. "Freya" I groan then turn away from him. "Freya, you need to see this." Luther whispers. "It's late, Luther, let me sleep" I sigh.
Tendrils of frost Steal over the ground Paths crisp with amber leaves Dew from early hours sets morning time.
I walked into a exhausted town. It had a large city hall right smack in the middle of the town square. Since I arrived in the middle of the night there was no one out.
I stand in a dark, dank side street. People running around shouting, others standing and watching, I glance round and see those that watch, with twisted features of despair and hatred.
Night will fall. Replace the day. It's when the darkness. Comes to play. See the girls. Dim lit street. Trying hard. To make ends meet. See the boys. Not yet men. Waste their wages. Drunk again.
James snapped back into reality as the clock struck 10.00pm . His Mum had said 9.00 latest. He needed to go, it was almost pitch black.
I turn off the world. I put my headphones on. My heart is beating to my favorite song. The streetlights are glowing. The city is alive. Lights are flashing and fast cars drive. People glow in dark.
~17th May~ Well, it started with me trying to get tithing playground type thing in the middle of the night for a race or something. I was the second person to get there.
Beats thumping, swirling, and mixing in my mind Keeping my Adrenaline pumping, courage not far behind Taking in the surreal, deafening silence, The cold air I feel, In this city full of violence.
(okay, please keep in mind I don't normally write poetry, I'm just trying something new :) Walking at night through a cemetery, Each of our footfalls cautious and weary, Fleeting promises among the...
It was a warm, dry night and the smell of sea and fishing boats filled the dock.
Part 3 Before she knew it, the footsteps where back again coming closer, a low sob escaped from her mouth, the persons breathing loud and steady now. It talked.
There was no way I could have stopped her doing it. I realised that after what happened. It is against my will that I write this now but I shall be damned if I don't.
The room was stunning filled with Lilly's old furniture. She trotted across it and plopped down on her bed. Silky green covers pulled Lilly in to them, and her eyes shut willingly.