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The High Roada phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2
damn this block!
A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere
... what is this?!
absolute... honest... i need a picture to pa
Mannequins and shopping kartsHere we go, running, while in place
Here we go, becoming a mild disgrace
Here we go, mannequins in stores, here we go
A sight to see, posing for anything is likely
Take off the clothes and see imperfections like me
Spot the weakness in models with different parts
We're metaphors as in mannequins and shopping karts
Taking only so much, we're plastics,yet human to the touch
Don't push unless you're willing to carry what falls
Take them away, mannequins
manneqins and shopping karts
Take them awya, Pathotrends
Like bad parts in shopping karts
Take a hand, lead the heart
Frail DedicationsTongues encased in bone and flesh
Fall away under death
Fighting with broken bones and empty threats
Taking with them, what's left
Taking with them
Scared apparitions, not untrue visions
Words matter not, break them down
Watch them scatter, watch them shatter
Watch them scatter
We will not deny the fight
The fight to strengthen our life
Making true the presentation
built on faith, praise new dedications
Seven devilsThe city was crumbling all around me.
My naked feet were guided over the sharp shards of broken stone and smoldering pieces of wood. I stumbled my way through the suffocating crowd. My skirt was torn and my forehead was drenched in sweat as I waded through the pulling tide.
The city was slowly burning down all around me.
The kingdom army were too busy trying to extinguish the fires to acknowledge me. The townsfolk were in a too deep state of shock to pay attention to me. My naked feet were guided over the rubble towards the castle without anyone even noticing me.
Sneaking into the castle had never been that easy. A deep crack in the mound was just wide enough for me to squeeze through, and everything after that was just a walk in the park. Quite literally.
I did not need guidance through the castles many hallways, but that did not mean I was not still egged on. Fire followed my trail, and the ground trembled beneath my naked feet. My throat was burning from the thick smoke surrounding
The Last VisitorThe Last Visitor-By: James T. Grant
It was 1745, as an old man lay in his death bed. He feared death. He wanted to live a few more years. But his decrepit old age, was not allowing it. One by one his friends and family said their final farewells. And when they left, a stranger walked into the room. The stranger, who's face was masked by the shadows, pulls a chair up near his bed. The stranger then took a seat.
The old man asked, "Do I know you?".
"All too well," replied the stranger.
"Who are you?"
"Please don't take me! Please have mercy!"
"I am mercy. Your age is hurting you every single minute. And I'm here to end your suffering."
The old man, condescendingly said, "Help me? Help me? Your coming has done nothing, but make my life worse! I've been too afraid to leave my house for the past fifty years. I've missed many years of my life, because of my fear of you."
In a fit of rage, death stood and said, "NO!!! You've missed many years of your life because you let your fea
Unexpected point of viewIt was another day of my terrible torment. The beast in front of me stared at me with its big yellow eyes then crouched down while I fell to the ground below. Remaining motionless was a wasted effort for the monster would soon descend upon me with its claws at the ready. I waited as we had our normal routine of a staring contest, I however could not look away even if I wanted to, I was bound to tightly and feared that if I was undone the monster in front of me would end the hopes I had to live for another day.
Time began to slow, for I knew that the beast in front of me would strike with its claws and smack me around like a toy. The moment came and I was tossed into the wall. Rolling I tried to make my escape to a nearby area I knew the monster could not reach, but it was in vain for the monster grabbed hold of my again that used it’s back legs and dug into me with great malice. I wanted to cry out in pain and to fight back but I lacked both the ability and might to do so. All I
Creepy pasta Heartless ManThe Heartless Man
My name is Mike.
I've lived in a small but crowded town all of my life.
As a child I dreamt of achieving greatness.
I tried my best in school.
And eventually after years of continuous work and studying I graduated at the top of my class.
I got a job as a cop, an apartment, a lover, and even possessed the idea of having a family.
Nonetheless everything was going superb.
Except this one day of my life, December 12, 2009 everything went wrong.
Now I will take you back 2 months from that date to when this all started.
It all started when a buddy of mine [NAME REMOVED FOR FAMILY'S SAKE] was murdered.There was something abnormal about his murder, it was as if his heart was taken from his chest without any visible ways of it being removed. After the first murder the cases kept coming in with the same description with the heart being removed with no physical damage to the body. The murders just kept coming in and no one knew who or what was doing this.The final murder total c
Duch VianocNa mesto padal sneh. Drobné, biele chumáčiky zimy sa trblietali vo vzduchu. Boli Vianoce, znovu. Ale v inom meste, v tisícke iných miest, ktorými Anjel prešiel v snahe niekoho nájsť.
„Už viem prečo majú Eskimáci toľko slov pre sneh,“ zahundral si rozmrzene, brodiac sa ľadovou kašou ulíc Barcelony, zatiaľ čo si z pliec striasal ostré kryštáliky z Wroclawu. Chystal sa obdarovať niekoho, komu duch Vianoc nič nehovorí. Alebo možno aj hovorí, pomyslel si pri spomienke na zlatú mašľu zaviazanú nakrivo. Tak či tak, nedarilo sa mu.
Navštívil tie najbezútešnejšie miesta sveta, a predsa nenašiel nikoho ochotného upísať svoju dušu krvou. Ale minulý rok ho niekto volal, nie? Aj keď boli Vianoce. Če
A Hero's Tale Book 1 Chapter 1Chapter I
Rachael sat on the wooden bench crafted by her father, the fabric of her dress caught by a few stray pieces of wood. She was bent forward over a blanket as she pulled her needle and thread through the tear in the fabric. She chewed lightly at her soft lips and pushed the needle through again.
Rueven pushed a branch out of his way with his right hand while still holding another in place with his left as he called out, “Rachael! Rachael, come and help your mother.”
Rachael looked over her shoulder at her father coming out of the trees and set down the blanket. She hopped to her feet and ran toward him, “Coming, Father!” She was only eight years old but she was very responsible and obedient to her parents. Her hair was long and dark brown and braided into a tail that stretched halfway down her back.
Eliana stepped out of the bushes and trees, a wrapped towel in her arms. She stepped toward Rachael and looked at her with her gentle smile, “Rachael, w
And so it begins.It all started when I went to school. It was a Monday, I hate Mondays. I hate all days actually. My name is Daniel hunter and until three months ago I was a school boy hanging about the building pretending I didn't have to go to lesson. But I did so I went; I walked into class with all the others trying to ignore the shoulder barges and balls of paper being thrown at me. You see I wasn't the most popular school kid. I had about one friend, one person in the entire building who talked to me and cared for me. And I cared for her. She was called Courtney and she had recently come overseas from America and she was the only friend I had. And because of this I was the only friend she had. Never wanting to worry me she said she didn't care and was happy just being with me. Some people tried to be kind to me but as I was alienated they never wanted to be the same, always scared of others opinion. I was snapped back to reality by the class teacher yelling for us to open our bags and get our boo
Past Lying ScalesHello... Marketplace of Life
Can i buy a line?
You've left hanging
Looking like a thief found out
Why do you judge me?
why are your scales looking so
Could it be?!
True justice lays past lying scales
Remove misguided ideas
Remove the slighted feelings
Eat the orange peelings
And ask... about facades
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