Death Of An Icebox
I have been forged in the fires of temporary ease. It burns hot across this unfinished landscape. Let the ancient winds of a thousand unhinged dreams sweep, unhindered through my valleys.
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I have been forged in the fires of temporary ease. It burns hot across this unfinished landscape. Let the ancient winds of a thousand unhinged dreams sweep, unhindered through my valleys.
She stands alone before a bridge Knowing she must cross here She has no one to help her over And she is overcome with fear She is a tiny baby and her mother is not by her side She puts a foot...
I keep thinking The world is going to end I keep dreaming And that scares me too. The world doesn't end in 2012 My world ends when I do.
Two peas in a pod, Emerald and perfectly shaped, Plump, green specs of romance, Dressed in turquoise capes.
It ends With a room Filled with Family, Friends, Flowers on Your new, Wooden Home, Six-by-two, Lined with Silk, Waiting to Take you Back In an urn, Words of Condolence And Concern, A song, A speech,...
I have so many aches and pains already, But the best are those that come from being wrapped around your sholders. I am thankful they are broad enough to carry me.
I feel it now. Now more than ever. I see the clouds. All stormy weather. The sun was out. But it's not here. I see the darkness. I feel the fear. Why can't this be. Another dream. A nightmare ride.
I'm not afraid to go. When the end comes. A journey I have been through. It's time for me to go. A heart breaking goodbye. A lonely road traveled by one. On a lonely night when I fade away.
~A sample of a story I'm writing. Should I finish it. Any suggestions for the ending. Let me know.
#remembrance I crouch inside this muddy trench. Death is a disease. I'm clouded by smoke With a feeling of unease. I hear a scream. A cry. A plea. But none of this Reaches me.
Warning: The following story may be depressing, and I am sorry if this causes sadness. The End Of Gregory Dean In a backstreet of a city, a lone figure bent crookedly over a meager fire.
#nightdwellers. The room is white,. Blank and clear,. No other soul in sight,. No other person near,. The pain still there. And multiple breaks,. My mind gone soul nowhere,.
Just one last kiss One last warm embrace Let me memorise Your sweet face Letters are written I've organised and read They gave me six months Before this disease spread I've been blessed I've had...
They say our time is borrowed. Don't think about tomorrow. Just live your life. Each day each night. And all the rest will follow. If you ask too many questions. Life will pass you by. So take a seat.
My body's Weary, My eyes have gone bleary, I'm tired to the bone. My end arrives nearly, And so I see clearly, I've past sins to atone.
She carried my suitcase, Petite and round. Tears on her face, She lost and found. Her pride, Her sweetness, Her joy, Her weakness. And she stands tall, Just like she has before.
Isn't it sad. We all vanish… We all die… It's sad. We decease a Grim's banish… Lost souls in the sky. What about the living. We lose our friends… We lose family… Grim's gift giving… It never ends.
Warning. Don't read if you're grieving for a loved one!. What about the ancients been and gone.
The damage is done, The wounds have bled, The night, no longer, Seeing red. My body lies, Upon this rock, Bled out, bone dry, Against the clock.
Septic green mould grows. Edges of scraped bone shows. Black around the nail. Skin peeling away. More and more everyday. Soon to die. No will cry. Their already dead. To much skin they shed.
Driving along. All too often. Flowers by the road. Heavy hearted. My mind full. Of tales of forebode. The road. Has taken. Yet another life. Some ignore. For others. It cuts like a knife. The flowers.
I shall not waste any more Clear skies and long goodbyes On trivialities and melancholy, For days skip past, impelled on, And ever forward by the incessant Turning of the earth and Rising, setting of...
Days, even years from now Our thoughts, they will be read Days, even years from now Our bodies will be dead And when I fall I will run Run by your side To the sun Now I'm wondering Where we're...
WARNING.... CONTAINS 2 SWEARS!.