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Beady red eyes. Pitch black hair. You'll rule. The darkening air. Bones of a live man. Blood of the dead. Give people something. Worth having dread. A ravens feather. As dark as night.
As each one falls they take their place amongst this world, with ‘Human Race’ A job to do, best make haste...
rain rain stay with me will you keep me company.
Deaths hand is not to he feared, it is to be greeted thankfully when your time comes. See, my time came and I took his hand with pleasure. Knowing I would leave behind a family, sadly.
There you are in the starry skies. Where people gaze at your beauty. With amazement and awe. Long ago I despised you. You are a cruel existence. Destined to shine over the broken.
@acorns. @augustwriteaday. My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night.
#youngwritershousehold At the age of 5, I was given a balloon, It could move and talk, It was naughty every June.
#nightdwellers All my life I've been plagued by this sadness. A constantly ebbing feeling of a lacking or inferiority.
@misslittleDHP. It seems your friend has come around,. Just like a boomerang,. From web in sky,. Easy as pie,. He came and he sang and he sang,. Of course he's smaller,. By a mile,.
I'm brand-new. Just out of the box. I can come with a small toy. Or the picture of a fox. You wear me. With or without socks. I am very sturdy. One who won't mock. I protect your toes.
My chair lives On a diet of time He tempts you into His arms, coloured lime He has many methods Of catching his prey All of them deadly, And devious, I'll say His habitat is A dark corner in my...
Sat on the shelf. Next to some books. Never played with. Because of my looks. Im not the first. and won't be the last. Teddy bear. A relic from the past. No longer cute. Or cuddly too.
#nightdwellers I'm a L-U-N-A-tic you know. I stare up at that swollen moon. Letting its light bathe me, That's supposedly sending me "lune" But it's to beautiful to leave.
Oh baby, feel my silky, sensuous skin Firm, but satin-finished, Dark, stained like ebony. My legs are long, Slender, Curvaceous. Longing to stand before you, Trembling as you approach me.
Waiting all day to embrace you,. I open my arms out wide,. If scared I shall apease you,. And in me you may hide,. On rainy days Im your company,. And when cold I keep you warm,.
She chased the evening sunlight, Amidst the clouds and blue, She watched the gold rays fading, With her face, a face of rue. Her own light shone so differently, A silver to the red.
#personification Thunder roars with all it's might Rain shouts landing on your pane. Wind screams blowing things from sight Sun whispers making you feel sane.
I sit and look at you powerful body, Mesmerised by the ripples you so proudly show, You draw people to you like a magnet But oh how little do they know you - or care, You can be so beautiful and...
Many don't like thunder, I really don't know why. I've alway though of it as a protector. Chasing away the stormy skies. He shepherds them through, And chases them away.
#acorn I've loved you since my seed was planted. Your smell.... so sweet. Like forests and rain. Your eyes....clear, bright. I fell in so long ago. Ancient trees, reaching to the skies.
Looping up and down. Pulling along thread. All sorts of colours. Blue, green and red. Fingers fiddle and fingers guide. I'm Pointy and long or. Maybe Short and fat.
Shimmering glow as your wax it falls Dancing light show on the walls Lighting the path with your silver glow Showing us the way to go Your life is brief, you burn out fast And unlike us you have no...
I know, late again for #household, I'll catch up at some point I promise. There was a clock, as old as he, it had been loosing time, in the same way he'd loose his teeth, or forget a word or rhyme.
I feel self conscious, Please stop staring. Everyone who looks at me Usually ends up glaring. I'm sorry if I'm different, I'm sorry if I'm not right. I'm sorry it's not day, I'm sorry it's not night.