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#AcrosticChallenge #Acrostic I read -i think- all of the 'Love and Hate' acrostics, so it came as a super-sized shock when @stablish picked my scribblings. Thank you again @stablish.
In the land of Opuss, There is a man named Burr, He likes a good debate, But sometimes causes quite a stir, But ill let you in to a secret, He's comments aren't always dark, He's a lovely squishy...
Touch the tepid touch the torrid Touch the pleasant and touch the horrid Touch it all to take it in Touch the peasant touch the king.
Solid and sure. So young and so pure. Writing ideas in her mind. Of her future and what she'd find. Thinking you'd have the answers. Not taking into account the malefactors. See life doesn't go.
Poisoned and blank, Your silence is murdering. Stabbing my heart And my blood curdling. Changing your mind, While I'm crying with shame. I have no more freedom And you are to blame.
Take me with you when I start to miss you. Take me home. I don't want to stay alone tonight. Keep me close when I start to want you. Keep me near. I don't want to stay away tonight.
WORDSuponTHEpage They've been written there For an AGE They s p r e a d out for you to see They are there for you and me Words written down for you With the words, what do you do. Read....
In the park, a few blocks from the shopping centre, and a few blocks from the library, was a bench. It was a very old, worn down bench.
Lusterous Ongoing Velvet soft Eternal.
Pictures hanging on the wall. One by one they start to fall. Try to put some up but not all. Pictures falling on the floor. As I walk towards the door. I know I don't belong here anymore.
Indigo silver surface, A crescent of crystal white. Sailing moonbeam ocean, Full of promise in the night. Sky as black as ink With studded bejewelled stars.
She's got you now, In her devious plot. And you can't see it. What. Her life is full of laughter Yet she enjoys hearing you cry. You just let the tears fall. Why.
Eerie sunlight And distant screams. You're running through These haunted dreams. Fighting battles You'll never win. Starting at the end And waiting to begin. Silent cries And seeing black.
Remember. Not the 5th Of November. Death. Imagine taking That final breath. Gunshots. Bullets flying And your heart in knots. Life. Something that comes Above all strife. War.
I'd write and write till written dry, Till no more ink in my pen to cry, Till paper's gone and skin all used, Every surface scratched, abused..
Moonbeams, Distant dreams. Endless cries, Forgotten lies. Horizon. Rising sun. Heatless land, Memories banned. Seas, Visible through the trees. Silently flowing, Heartbeats glowing.
Thriving, leaping, Then being pulled down. The ground is your throne And the dirt is your crown. Winning, success, But being deceived. Lies of pure crystal For all you've achieved.
Glen: I believe you're right, so why am I here. God: I felt bad for you, your life has put me in tears. Glen: I'm living life to the fullest, like they say.
Good afternoon everybody, What a couple of days it's been, off opuss for me and clearly on opuss as well, looks like my love and hate theme was pretty fitting after all.
Wind, whistling wind, Whipping walls of white. Willing whispering wishes, Wailing in the night. Why won't my white wishes Waft willingly without wind.
The end of the the beginning, The weary lands are thinning. The air is weak and mild, Our happiness left behind. Where we go lies with fate, With no location or date.
#disabilityaware. B lind to my feelings unable to see past my disability. L ooks of pity or distaste are a daily probability. I gnorance you wear as you make your assumptions.
Loathing the red, the pink, the Over prevalence of mush; the Valentine's Day Scrooge can't Expose his little crush... . . . .
Did you know... A woman once hung herself from a tree the night before Halloween, and nobody noticed because they all thought it was a decoration..