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The stalker behind me. Is freaking me out. Run to the sun. Will he go, well I doubt. Run to the light. He keeps getting taller. As the sun reaches noon. He has become smaller. The moonlight comes up.
'Japan is nuts,' says the American man. 'Crammed and busy and stiff. Their cars drive on the wrong side of the road, And they write in hieroglyphs.
Stepping into the unknown, so dark and cold. The creature lies within, you were never told. You walk so far, the dark, pitch black. The monster waiting to attack.
Your soul is sinfully wicked, Your past full of darkest deeds. Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen. Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
I shifted, well I tried to; the heaviness weighted on me; a vague wrestling recollection with a cumbersome synbatec came to mind. Eyes heavy, a yawn escaped me. Sandy giggled; my eyebrows burrowed.
Her legs lightly tapped her floor. Counting each step... Each breath. Had she been spotted. She'd never blend against the great white that surrounded her, And ironically if she had been spotted...
First period, Sally sits on me, Does her work consistently, Never smiles, Never laughs. I let my mind ponder why, But then I relapse. It's not my business, Just my thoughts.
Well that was an eventful day!. Bit of a shock to the system but everything seems to be ok. Too many faces staring today, got a bit paranoid but nurses put an end to that and everyone had to leave.
Tipsy turvy Wobbly, curvy, Upside down, Wrong way round. Why oh why. Can't puppies fly. Furniture on ceilings, Opposite feelings. Upside down, I never frown. Limits go, Things just flow.
A day in the life of a Christmas Tree.......... So I'm just growing in a forest, minding my own business when some stupid jerk with a CHAINSAW, comes along and chops me down...
A tiny tree in a big dark wood Waiting, watching whilst others stood From a small brown seed 'twas newly grown Amid raging winds where all was blown Many winters long and hard, came and went with no...
Wow now that the top of my thumb is sliced, I'm starting to appreciate animals with no thumbs. It's bloody hard work. You use your thumbs so much.
If a heart was black, And a punch was pink, What would you think. If love was grey, And hate was yellow, Would we still act mellow.
They call me " The Shadow." Moving with stealth through the night Avoiding people everywhere and houses all aglow An old man thinks he sees me, but doesn't trust his sight Just a fleeting sweep of...
I can't comprehend,. With the heart that you lend,. So I'll use mine for,. A life that's pure,. I don't understand,. Your weak right hand,. So I'll use mine for an hour,. Because mine has some power,.
I stand there. Why am I not played with. My chains are frost bitten its as cold as hell in my village. Mid winter, comes heavy snow. I'm saved, by a warming and soft blanket gently falling on me.
To have to stand in the pouring rain. To lose your foliage over and over again. To be climbed on and cut up by man and child. To give up and fall over when the wind gets too wild.
Ears as big at double deckers,. Eyes the size as the sun,. Teeth the size as your brick house,. Fingers the size as your mum. You run away,. You try to hide,. From this creature,.
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.
Sat in the corner of the room, the angry beast looked at the unsuspecting family members around him.
I remember a time when I was free. I had a family, kids, the whole lot. I had friends too, but thats all gone now. In the blink of an eye it all ended. For sport. A single bullet. A single gun.
Two views. .sweiv owT In. nI. Out. .tuO A glimpse. .espmilg A Snapshot. .tohspanS Clear. .raelC Silent. .tneliS Private. .etavirP Public. .cilbuP Separate. .etarapeS Intrusive. .evisurtnI Idle.
I can only stand or lie down - I do not have room to move around, I rarely see the sky and sun, Taken are my children, Shipped off by the tonne, Living only to reproduce, Some...
#twistedOpuss Everything was so quiet and still, Olivia had never seen it like this before. Glistening white powder carpeted the ground in thick drifts and pretty swirls.