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#beginningline. #nightdwellers. Stepping into the unknown,. I struck my way through the vines that were overgrown,. Rising fog blanketed the barren ground,. The air was clear creating echoed sound,.
#acrostic Couldn't seem to die, couldn't get to Heaven or to Hell, Over and over I was reborn again and why; I couldn't tell.
#beginningline challenge. #nightdwellers. The promises died in his icy white breath,. When dad told me to not talk but listen instead. 'Son' he said,. 'Yes?' I said. 'Your mother is dead'.
I never asked to live for ever, Never wanted this. All I took was a look at him, And fate did seal this kiss. I never wanted immortal life, Never wished for this.
I never thought being so immortal could change someone's life. The feeling is so cold like ice, so strong but fragile, never moving forward yet still living.
On a planet far away in a different universe a child was born, he was the son of the king, a god, his name is Castor – it means to shine or to excel.
I have lived a many years, suffered through many tears. Death was never my end, rebirth granted time and time again.
In the deep dark woods. Hidden behind layers. And layers. Of mossy pillars. Stands a fallen angel. Her wings chipped. Her halo rusted. Her eyes blank. Empty. No emotions. She stays there.
"Listen to me!" The scientist's voice was sharp and crazed, his blue eyes the color of a poison dart frog. His white hair stuck up in all directions, and his face was jaundiced and sinking in.
This is a magical place. Nobody knows where it is that is alive today,except me. I can tell anyone anything they want to know about the 'City in the Sky'.
Twinkling lights, Shining through, The canopy of leaves, From the earth you see the moon, Above the forests trees, On the ground a blanket lies, A white sheet of snow, From a long dead rain...
This poem was partially inspired by a book I read about 5 years ago called "The Book Thief". Written by Marcus Zusak, Death is a narrator.
Happy 700th birthday, I never get old, the world revolves around me, my skin deathly cold.
Hidden on the bookshelf. Beside Highland Clearances Volume Three. There is a most sacred volume. That no one else can see. Bound in green leather. With pages as old as time.
CHAPTER 1 It was raining on the night of my death. As I child I always loved the rain. As a child... When everything seemed good, before we found that the rain was dangerous.
I've walked with death, I've walked in life, I've written fiction, I've become inks wife. Tell me your tales Tell me your dreams Let me make them immortal Let me stitch up those seams.
#description. A loner. Who's hardly ever seen. Skin as pale. as vanilla ice cream. A nocturnal creature. Who owns the moonlight. You don't want to meet him. in the middle of the night. A predator.
No. I always thought I did, but I've since refined my answer.
She falls and pleads, She falls and prays She falls and begs, Throughout the days. She sits and cries, She sits and weeps, She sits and sobs, Throughout the weeks.
"honey.
Lonely, lonely, all alone, For centuries on end, Watched the world move in and out, Of every single trend. I've watched the sun and moon meet, I've watched the ice floes melt.
#nightdwellers Little white dress On a very little girl. Pearls on her ears, Showing with a twirl. As sweet as she is... There are many of her kind.
For awhile Sam and I kept searching for away that he could stop ageing, there was no hope...
~Ok I've done loads tonight do this is the last one for today. ~ I sat at the lagoon for ages thinking of what I had just done and on my birthday as well.