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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
Silas - Chapter 1 (The Death of Silas)
Where… where am I…? It’s so cold… and so dark….
I think I’m standing… no, I’m kneeling… sitting on my feet.
I look down at my rough, trembling hands through my shattered glasses and loose black hair. They appear to be a dull shade of purple… what is this? Am I tripping or something? Am I on anesthesia? Am I dead?
I don’t remember anything before this moment… not a single memory.
I feel sick to my stomach… it’s hot and I feel cold sweat on my neck.
I hear a sharp whisper pass behind my head and I whip around, startled. Nothing.
A few moments later, I hear it again. This time it’s a voice, but incomprehensible. It’s no longer whispering… it’s speaking. It echoes around the dark nothingness…
FFM '14.29 Requiescat in PaceDeb, remember that emo kid from the bus?
the 1 nobody else could see but u? yea. y?
ur seeing him at work? u need 2 sleep more.
I got 8 hours.
Ill get coffee if it makes you feel better. Back soon.
u get the coffee?
wtf kit, where r u?
fine dont talk 2 me. see if i care
“Do you remember what happened?”
Kit blinked, surprised to find herself standing in the street. She concentrated, trying to remember, feeling that it was important that she did.
“I went to get coffee,” she started, mentally retracing her steps from the mercifully short line to the counter, then back out the door to her car. She’d pulled out onto the street and then—
“I saw you again!” Kit turned to the young man all dressed in black who had addressed her for the first time, though she had seen him everywhere since the day her car had been in
IrisShe stood outside the house, looking down at the flowerbed. The irises had just started to show well this morning when she had gone to work. Now, they were trampled, crushed and in some places, possibly chewed. Suppressing a sigh and the emotions that generated it, she went back to her apartment over the garage.
She knew who was responsible for the damage this time, but she could not stir up even anger against the mutt, or his human companion. Her roommate’s crazy dog was mad for flowers, and he had not dug them up, just rolled in them.
For a good long time.
No harm done to the root system, but no blooms this year. Again.
Her roommate would apologize, and help her set the flowerbed to rights, but three springs without iris for three separate reasons was still more than coincidence in her mind.
She wondered again as she climbed the stairs, why she did not take the hint from the powers that be to move on, find another spot to settle. The fact that it came to her i
h0w m4ny t1m3s h4ve 1 t0ld y0uallow me to tell you a story. you might have heard it before, for We all have a few stories we tire of hearing. just give me a chance, for i Have things to say. allow me to begin. there once was a place of light, which was Finally put out. the newcomers wanted darkness and they worked hard to achieve it. when they Found the switch, they immediately turned it off. it worked. there was only a hidden path shrouded in darkness. a mystery You might say. just Do what they say and you will survive. within this land there is a higher being. there is one who controls everything. it is he would understands the darkness. there is Not anyone else who can truly comprehend it. now, I know what you think. might there Be somewhere you can break this shroud. is there a hero to rescue us? i would tell you not to be Alarmed, but that would be a widespread lie. the truth is, you should panic, for nobody will stand up to such grand power. there was a time when I wanted to fight the darkness. but now, i Am
MeSSaGeCould you ever imagine a plane covered in darkness, a place where the unknown surrounds you and the known is abandoned? There is a place like that in my memories. There is a strange world where I know of nothing, a place where I shiver from terror and flee from that which I cannot see. I do not understand this, only that it exists. Sometimes I see fleeting images of this world in my heart, but I feel as though it lives deeper within me.
Are there things out there which we are not meant to understand? Could this world be s subconscious memory of something in the past? I know not. All I know is that it is there. Sometimes I see it. Sometimes my soul sends images to my mind of this world, but I understand not. It makes me worry to think there are things in my life I do not understand. How many other things have I seen, but never told myself about?
Understand this, my children. There are things in this world that are not meant to be questioned. There are mysteries which we hide from oursel
Crux Cross Chapter 28 (Yolanda battle area)Crux Cross Chapter 28
The Tall Tale
Yolanda Victus Vs. Percival
Yolanda came into the purple and black tent and looked up to see Percival standing on top of the tip of a cannon. Yolanda looked around and saw the tent had stands for people to sit in, these seats surrounded the main stage in a circle except for a walkway that was from the entrance to the stage. Outside of the stage and standing on a tip of a very long and large cannon Percival oversaw the entire area.
Percival leaped off the cannon and from the tent's ceiling a trapeze grew out just in time for him to grab It and swing. He swung off it and was spinning like a ball, he landed on the ground and the stands began to be filled with Percival masked henchman that appeared via demonic portals. They climbed out of them and sat in the seats.
Percival summoned a staff like black cane and he leaped off the cane and his shoes began to glow dark energy. He levitated in the air and he grinned.
death's new friend (part 1)(first time doing a writing thing... so don't kill me if it is bad or anything... title is kind of sucky i know but it fits the story... ish)
Most people fear him, you know... he goes by quiet a few names, the grim reaper, angel of life and death, angel of light and dark, Specter of Death, the undertaker, the reaper and how he is mostly known as well... death. Well one day death was sitting at a park near by a playground all alone, like he normally was, winding his pocket watch and watching the young children play around on the swings. There parents seemed worried, considering he is dead and takes souls to where they should go was his job but none of the kids seem to see him... or really care.
"Hey mister? what do you have there?" A young voice brought death out of his thoughts and he glanced up at a young girl with raven black hair, wearing a red dress with long black sleeves, she watched him wind his pocket watch again and he showed it to her "its
The Millennium: trailerScene opens up on a desolated battlefield. Two people stand side by side. One a powerful man, the other a small girl.
"I want you to watch him." The man says. The girl nods. "For how long sir?" She asks. "Until it is time." He replied.
Scene changes to a pretty young man in chains. Tied to a rock under the hot sun. The girl watching him.
"Is this really neccessary." He asks.
another girl walks past.
"Hey baby." *winks*
girl rolls her eyes.
shows the girl again. Pacing back and forth in front of the chained man.
"Living the dream oh yeah. Watching over your ass for a thousand years."
the same powerful man from earlier, glaring at the girl while the prisoner shifts in the back ground.
"I thought you were supposed to be watching him!!!!!" He growled.
prisoner gulps in fear.
"Uh oh we're in trouble."
the battle is over, but the war has only just begun.
the girl is sitting on the
Angels Ascended: Round 1 vs Ren and ViRound One: Charity
Mailaika kept her head low as she silently weaved through the city of Cartias. All of the buildings seemed eerily empty, each with locked doors and dark windows. It was as if all of Heaven was commanded to stay off the streets…though with the cacophony around them, she could hardly blame them for doing just that.
Everywhere she turned, there was a clash of metal or the roar of a bloodthirsty fighter. Clearly, she was not the only one involved in Azrael’s game. Even worse, someone had rung the alarms. All of Heaven’s finest soldiers and angels were rushing the gilded walls, intent on stopping anyone and everyone who broke their way through. Reaching Adrael would not be easy. Taking her halo would be even harder yet.
Malaika stopped, flying as high above the Cartias streets as she dared. Unlike its damned brother with its nine circles, Heaven was built into squares – seven of them, if she remembered her studies correctly. Unlike the circl
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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