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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
The Ultimate PassageHeaven isn’t a place. It’s a state of being.
I’ve often thought that my soul was liberated when my body finally gave out- that the final beat of my heart wasn’t actually a beat at all. It was a release- a massive deluge that was neither hurried nor slow. My skin suddenly seemed like a cage where flesh and bone were lock and key- my pulse a fickle drum.
I no longer had eyes and yet I could see…everything. The raging fires of the sun, the inky depths of any ocean- the earth became a tiny spinning rock amongst legions of stars and sky. The entire universe was laid at my feet like a pool of water- crystal clear and rippling. It should have been overwhelming, it should have been too much for me to bear but it wasn’t. There was only a sense of peace, of rightness, surging and swelling within me.
Heaven is an atmosphere of felicity, an eternal glory that's completely transparent in its joy.
For a moment I thoug
A minha Creepypasta - My creepypasta
Quando ela nasceu, tinha orelhas e cauda de gato.
Os pais olhavam-na com desdém e desprezo.
Viam-na como uma aberração. Por isso inventaram uma desculpa e abandonaram a criança no hospital. No dia seguinte, um grupo de cientistas que tinham ouvido o "rumor" foram buscá-la, contra a vontade dos médicos.
Até aos 7 anos foi submetida a testes, para testar a resistência, a velocidade e a força. Num dos testes, ela era amarrada ás paredes com correntes e lançavam-lhe bolas de canhão. Pobre criança...
Mas um dia, á noite, ela conseguiu escapar da sua "jaula". Passeava nos corredores pacíficamente como se n fosse nada com ela. Matou os
AN R n' R STORY: GETTING THE ---- OUT: (1)GETTING THE ---- OUT!
Before they clumsily loaded me into the car; it finally it occurred to them to remove me from the chair. It was some smashed up black Cheverly. Clumsily they helped me down into the backseat; while all three of them squeezed into the front. It was parked on top of a no parking sign; I only noticed till after we peeled out. Martin was at the wheel; driving below the freeway; dodging through the back alleys and shadows so they wouldn’t follow us. They started to talk about something; about who was there and what they did. After Martin filled them in he told them about me; “We’ve been hanging for a while; occasionally I crash at his place.” Martin told them “I was helping him come up with marketing slogans;” and some other things that didn’t make sense to me; all about “Getting back in the game.” The two old guys seemed to be listening intently; the one in pink occasionally pointing out the obvious “Martin
Beyond - IntroductionMy name is Jodie Acosta, I am in the 1st year of high school. I have been experiencing things that not many human beings have experienced. Things like, seeing yourself sleep while you're dreaming, talk to dead family members in your dreams, memories flood into your mind just by a simple dream.
I am 13 years old, ever since I was 5...I would feel and see 'strange' things. My life is a bit complicated sometimes, especially nowadays...since 3 loved ones recently passed away and I lost a friend because I said some joke, and she took it seriously.
Sometimes at night, I hear voices...whispers...lost souls telling me to get out of bed, go into the living room and wait...but for what? I never really did that, since I am afraid of the dark...afraid of the shadows...
Down the StairsDown the Stairs
I was half awake, Martin led in front as we raced down a dusty corridor, spotting an out of service sign on the elevator at the end of the hall “Come on, we’ll take the stairs,” he said. The lamps flickered as we moved down the dusty flight of steps, they creaked with every step, the decent was hypnotizing. Above we heard a subtle-
DING-I heard a gruff voice, and squinted to see a man in a purple jump suit, his perspired face looked to my friends as he said “I thought it was out of order…”
“Fixing an elevator is not beyond their methods Jeff …” Martin said solemnly and the purple guy set the chair down quickly and began to go into a frenzy “Screw it…” he searched within his purple sock, bringing out what was a small pistol. I motioned them to lay flat against the wall, as dark figures moved along the steps. I caught one leaping between flights. BLAM-BLAM-a bullet flew towards one of them mi
Greasing the GreasersGreasing the Greasers
“Two on the left, one on the right,” I echoed and heard
“I got two shots left …” Jeff sighed, closing the gun and eyeing to Merlin. The bowl of nuts where in his hands; I did not know how to broach the subject “Merlin, those are stale, mate,”
“Wan ‘some…” he shook the bowl; they did not look particularly appealing to me or Jeff.
“Are you guy’s ready.” I said; changing the subject. Jeff shrugged took a handful of what was in the bowl and let it spill out of his hands. “I’d rather eat these…” he popped a few in his mouth. Together, the two rose, Merlin showed them his hand –SHICKOW-and a shock wave sent the dark men on the left to the corner of the room, Jeff appeared late but beside him, shooting under hand-BLAM-, the bullet hit the goon in the shoulder, and he tripped after stepping on his own coat before flailing on the ground
The EncounterA bitter wind bites in my skin and I pull my hoodie tighter around myself and put my head down to shield my face. Looking straight at the ground as I walk I think to myself how stupid of an idea it was for me to come outside on such a chill night. Around me branches and leaves are swaying from the wind and I cannot help but get the feeling like the forest does not want me in it. Smiling as I feel the backpack that I am wearing digs into my shoulders from the weight of what is inside of it. Lifting my head up I can see that I have wandered into a clearing and I stop hear and set the pack on the ground and open it. Reaching my hand in I pull out red and black candles and charms. I stand as I grab them and et about walking around and placing the candles around me and pile the charms in the center of the candles. Going back to the bag I pull out a new machete with a serrated edge and a wicked sharp edge. Gripping it in my left hand I open my right one and lower the serrated edge into it an
In the momentIn the moment
I was carried away, taken up within the chair to the dining room, and placed before the plate. My fingers stretched towards the knife barely in reach, quickly tipping it into my hand and running it against the ropes. A more portly goon walked in, grasping a handbag of sorts and placing it on the table, he was humming something cheerily. One of the bastards grabbed open my mouth and held out my tongue towards the ravenous butcher. The clinging and clanging of small knives and utensils drowned out the friction between the blade and the ropes. As the goons held onto my arms, the executioner rolled out some tools, all more gruesome then the last, but in my surprise I felt the rope snap. My eyes looked down to my wrist and then up to the guard. I brought my arm up and knocked the greaser off me, and as the lad behind me gripped and held my head straight, the knife sang and then was set on its trail into the man behind me exposed chaff. I heard a scream of pain and couldn&
The Car segment**
In the Car
I was above the city, flying over the sandy beaches; over the tall buildings peepingin through the windows to look at the people inside. I was feeling that I might lift even higher before he car lurched and I landed back into my seat; we were in a blood red convertible Mustang straight from the 50’s, old radio playing old tunes and everything. He had given me something to calm me down, at least that’s what he said, I was perfectly fine, I wasn’t well but I was fine. I was better then him, at least I wasn’t sweating and glass eyed, hunched over the wheel like a maniac. I held my hands out to the cool air, as the city lights played with my mind, “Brandon…” I heard my friend call “Brandon…” I opened my eyes “About time…” he smiled, his white hair flapping in the wind.
“Jesus,” a bark of laughter escaped me and I drummed the dashboard in pure excitement “What was in that thing y
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
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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