MorirTell me I will live forever. Promise me I'll never die. Say my life will never end, and you will never have to cry.Morir
Tell me I will live forever. Say my life will never crumble. Tell me I will live forever so that I may die immortal.
Painting Words in the NightThey move through the dark side by side, she all silver and white, dancing through moon beams, and he all darkness, hiding in shadows.Painting Words in the Night
They move slowly in this forest of theirs. Only theirs. Always theirs. Each tree, each bush, each weed and flower. It all belongs to her. Every darkness cast by the night light beneath each tree, bush, flower, and weed. It all belongs to him. All of it theirs forever and always, and the creatures all come and go as they please.
They move through the dark side by side, she made of moonlight, and he of shadows
And Everything Will BeA straight green line on a dark screen. A ripple, a tiny sharp ridge, moves across the screen now and again.And Everything Will Be
A small face rests beside the machine, lackluster and sallow. Her chest rises and falls periodically, as though each breath was timed.
A ripple, a beep, a breath. A ripple, a beep, a breath. Over and over, the mechanical process repeats, sickening me to the bone. Ripple, beep, breth. Ripple, beep, breath.
A man walks in. A question is asked, a decision made. Pain wells up in my eyes and flows down my cheeks, and a shriek escapes my throat. With each shudder, each wave of agony, I hear anothe
Silent SolsticeFourty days of silence, and I've all but lost my mind. My favorite lives have gone away, and I've been left behind.Silent Solstice
Fourty days of nothing, but paint, and dirt, and ari, of circles, and cycles, and waiting, and pulling out my hair.
Fourty days of heat, swallowing my prison's floor, and thickening this silence as I'm clawing at the door.
Fourty days' anticipation has built up in my throat, but memories of far away lives are keeping me afloat.
The smell of my prison, much like paint, has all stuffed up my nose.
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BABY69 ..Work....Yea..I tried that once...
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ill have a loot at the rest later, work gets int eh way too
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the one that i read was really good, keep it up
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Remember, remember,
The fifth of November
The gun powder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason
Why the gun powder treason
Should ever be forgot.
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