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So it's all been a fake - You're not really a man, Out of the closet now, Just because you can, An opussing blue smurf, With a little white hat, And big ears, Why, fancy that.
I was sound asleep. Rain dropped gently upon the window. I peeled my blankets off slowly and tried to emerge from my comfy nest. The bed grew. I inched closer to edge of my mattress. The bed grew.
@naaviie NaaviiePanda, Niccy P, She eats the leaves, Upon the tree. She eats the shoots, Fresh from the stalk, And then she makes, The people gawk.
Eyes. Closed. Mind asleep. Breathe. Deeply. Counting sheep. Slip. Away. Into the dark. Dream. Nightmare. Glowing spark. Run. Chasing. All alone. Walk. Happy. You're at home. Cry. Screaming.
As I climbed through the hedge it was clear this was not where I had just come from; this was a strange, peculiar place where everything would be different. Most likely it would be better.
Chapter 1 When I opened my eyes black covered the room like a blanket. I tried making my way over to the door, hands in front of me trying to feel for a wall.
Im so crazy; legally insane. Told me I gotta problem with my brain. Im so numb but I feel the pain. Like getting shoved under a racing train. Im a painter; selling a giant painting.
Constant rocking, to and fro, What. We live on a pirate boat. But wait, you are screaming, Why aren't you leaving. Oh we're on rocking ship, What's that. *clip* *clip* I'm now by some trains.
Nails scratching at the back of your mind. Ripping yourself away. Scratching at the back of your eyes, Until your blind. Blood running through your veins. Heart beating in your chest.
Just this very morning when I was watering the sofa. I noticed that my 98 windows had went missing. I could no longer see outside into the wilderness. It was devastating.
Funny how a dream soon turns to a nightmare, Which one is which. Do I want to care. Do I even want to know.
@TaintedTulip. It be a tree,. It be a tree,. It be a green tree,. It be a red tree,. It be a tree,. It be a tree,. It be a beautiful tree,. It be a beautiful tree,. It be a blue tree,.
One morning I woke up, only to find, 'Theres Little paw prints scattered everywhere', is what I thought in my mind.
The Burgundy Fog swooped through our rooms, our streets, our civic centres and our empty amusement arcades. None of us saw it coming.
Forever in this house. Laid a crooked old chair. Buried deep down. In our houses old lair. I had been frightened. Jumped out of skin. It sat packed next to. A rusted old tin. In that tin. What I saw.
Inside my head, I'm in a boat. Among the stars Reflections, float. My hands create the Silky ripples, That grace the rivers Stars that triple.
Your feet crunch loudly on the ground. A retched, hollow burning sound. In your chest your heart does pound. You are the lost waiting to be found. Your skinny legs continue to sway.
I was twitching, strapped on a bed with a bright light shining in my eyes. I could feel myself start to foam at the mouth. My fingers were stretching.
Okay so I came up with this when I was about 6 but I still ❤ it!.
Falling deeply into madness. At least that's what they are saying, they said I made it up in my mind, falling into wonderland and joining the mad hatters crew and all that.
Screamo vs bunny rabbits Of that they shouldnt make a habbit Fighting to the death In an arena soaked in meth The screamo screamed and the bunny bunnied If you watch it on TV it will be sugar coated,...
Everywhere I looked there were owls in vans I even saw one doing doughnuts for his fans Run away quick.
My attempt at an acrostic poem. P lease listen to what I have to say I found a strange thing one day. N othing can compete with this.
As I climbed through the hedge it was clear this was not where I had just come from, this was a strange, peculiar place where everything would be different. Most likely it would be better.