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This is a short story I wrote not too long ago. I hope you guys like this. _____________________ Once upon a time, before life, there was a object called Hate.
And I would quite like to build something with you Something that would long outlast our deluded existence Continuing to be an accurate representation of all that we were When all that we are has...
My destiny is true, For all I had done. My destiny is you, For what you become. From time to time you came, My heart is broken. Upon the sadness and shame; That you stolen.
Little Jack holds a little seed, In his little hand. It's Nothing, just a little seed held by a little Man.
Everyday I feel the world through my body, So I have grown the fallacy that I am plural. The man inside, the others see as the boy outdoor. I want to know how it feels to be one.
Sometimes I wonder whether we're just all in a dream, Where it is so real, just like life, it seems.
Night, would you please. Take me away. Swallow me up. Away from today. Being me deep down. To the depths where dreams lie. And keep me there safe. In your star-speckled sky. Knock me out cold.
Breathe the air I need to breathe. Leave the town I need to leave. Give the things I wanted to receive. Wake the things that hurt the most. Search for you from coast to coast.
Hope was here. Yes it came here last night and refreshed its fill. That's the reason I feel new and whole again.
Ring the bells, Squeeze the clouds, Shake the Heavens, Lift the shrouds. Silence the crows, Nail down the night, Drown out the rain, Reveal the Light.
Time is passing Time is gone Time is simply Moving on. Time is rushed Time is slow Time is fast More than we know. Time is bad Time is good Time is precious Yet to some it's mud.
How many doors have been opened for you. How many roads do you see before you. What’s in a message if it’s not what you will read. How can you live in a world when you’ve got no air to breathe.
You know that I love you. You know that I care. That you're in my heart. And will always be there. Till the days never end. And the sun and the skies become one. All day long. I sing this song.
There's the one I know, With a voice as near to music, As any voice I've ever heard now, except for yours.
Permafrost, Beautifully impregnated, With infinitesimal, Life. Sunlight, Classically illuminated, With unimaginable, Life. Ocean, Magnificently agitated, With insatiable, Life.
In a bird a man flies, A cartographer of endless sky. In a man a bird spies, A topographer of his ascending life. In a mind the ink dries, A calligrapher of hidden lies.
Your sharp kiss runs across my wrist. Should I give myself in. Your supple voice so lemon kissed But I'm more into sin.
Will someone find me, a body without life, snuffed out in my youth, an end to my human strife. Distorted beyond repair, death echoed in my bloodshot stare.
#adventchallenge. An angel moved upon this Earth. To look, to see, to find its worth. At first the view was blue and green. And a human truth remained unseen. But after walking for a while.
Through roots and web Across stream and overhead We are the ones who's feet still feel Our mothers voice is close and it's real Some play with our ideas Say they're "children of the light" Some...
Here at the peak we're untouchable. Can we hold our ground. Amidst all this chaos. Fighting each other is killing ourselves. Yet I found refuge in this place I used to fear. Join me if you wish.
You know when you wake up, and you have that moment where for just a second, everything's perfect. There's no lingering questions on you're mind or deep regrets.
It never stops. It's on the clock. You can't get it back. It flys sometimes. Other times its slow. It can seem infinite. Or end in an instant. For one it continues. For one it is over.
Something I wrote a while ago and kept to myself. I hope it's not too bad it means a lot to me, enjoy. I hear it again, it's that sound, the sound of that vain thudding in my ear.