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Flying, freedom Motion art Kick, smile The art of power Fatigue. No longer Just raw momentum Thrum of joy That comes with life.
I was 12, my sister was asleep.. My ever dearer full moon was up awake shining. Calling me over to have a stroll, with him in the woods behind the back yard.. I Had to sneak out...
The air is chilled and crisp. The moon is a pale, vivid blue. The night is dead silent. But for the church bells in the distance. I pass house after house. All obsidian black.
The sky changes, Clouds appear, The atmosphere tenses, An eerie feeling and fear, I walk through the forest, An alley way of trees, I walk with tentative steps, On a path made out of leaves, The...
Little lights Twinkling bright Shadows loom Not like doom Trees fly by While I sigh Fields of snow There they go Tiny house Like a mouse No lights on Is that a fawn.
I stood infront of what seemed to be gates, well thats what they seemed to be in this overgrown place.
I woke from my dreams and wasn't feeling quite right. So I took a ride in my car late at night. I drove into the city to see the neon bright lights.
The Rise of Akuma Chapter 1: Meeting Daisuke "Katsummiiiiiiii…" "Katsumi!" Katsumi rolled over in her sleep and snorted. "Katsumi, WAKE.
#movement. Meander moon. Won't you show. Your chosen path. With a ghostly glow. Light the river. A silver vein. Until the daylight. Makes it blue again. Hung in darkness. A velvet frame.
I got over going out alone. Got over there being no one to shield me No one to defend me should trouble arise. I got over all that shit And started to live.
The spirit horse came to her by night. Upon his back, they took flight. They rode on through the night sky. The world beneath them flew by. With a wild look and a flowing mane.
I slink through the streets, clinging to the shadows. The night time has settled upon the village, the luminous moon casting an eerie glow over everything. All is in silence.
Calming air. Looking through a white laced curtained window. Street lights making my map home. A golden path in the dark I'd love to follow. Maybe this shimmering guide is misleading. Waves crashing.
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.
James tried to reach in his pocket to get out his knife but the vines just kept getting tighter.
It was a dark night on the 15th June. I went for a walk. Under a full moon. In to the forest. I slowly did creep. Wildlife were snoring. They must be asleep. Over the branches. Moving past trees.
We're running away again, Like we were nine and ten. The past and the future far, In the present, I give you my heart. I give you my hand to hold, Come now - we'll be bold.
Wake up!.
My favorite thing, I don't know why, Is looking at the big black sky, Sitting in my mummies car, Chomping on a chocolate bar.
It was freezing. Reaching under my bed, I pulled out my purple and white polka-dot suitcase. I could hear Lily breathing in the next room.
It was a cold, black and stormy night when I stumbled drunkenly out of the pub. I couldn't see or concentrate and so when a cab came zooming towards me I was relived. But it zoomed straight past me.