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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
Take it BackTake it Back
Seething, I walk the circle
I called out long ago
But somehow I get lost each time
Feeding this hunger deep inside
That never lives
The voice within eats me up inside
- KoRn, “Lullaby for a Sadist”
We lost a lot of things in the house fire that night. Our home wasn’t insured, but it was a minor loss compared to what could have been consumed in that conflagration. I say this because I almost died to that hungering pyre. I would have, in fact, had a young man in an ash-grey suit not been there to carry me to safety. I remember asking him through my hazy, bleary daze who he was and what he was doing there.
He said he’d always been there, because he was my brother.
The young man disappeared as soon as he came once the firefighting units began to arrive. I remember staggering to my parents, who had tried to find me when the fire broke out but had been driven back by the smoke.
EvanescentA deer watched amid the rowanberries, horns growing thin leaves that trembled in the wind. The sound of the violin twisted around the branches like vines of tarnished bronze. Faes faded from the shade of the rocks in the time it takes to pluck a sound from a kantele.
The thoughts of the girl rose into the sky like snakes diving through the deep silence of the ether. When others had been reciting names of cities, she had blindly grown towards the flickering flame within. She could still hear their distant laughter through the pearlescent haze filled with the songs of the ancestors.
She was destined to pass like a shooting star soon back to the embrace of the melancholy roots of trees, saving the sights of the seasons in the cracks of her heart. Only a half-born, her twin still waited for her behind the thin veil of time, touching her shoulders in lonely twilight.
The earthly twin searched for herself in the pieces of mirror strewn on the ground, collecting fragments of the blue sky into
Reaper - PrologueIn this void of darkness, I feel nothing against my numb skin, not cold or warm, there is no pain or pleasure, no air or wind, and a sense of weightlessness, as if I am slowly falling. I hear nothing, no wind blowing, birds chirping and even the sound of my heartbeat has been silenced. This must be the infinite void someone sees when they are dying.
Once I have come to this realization, I heard a deep, guttural hissing noise in my ear. “Think carefully, boy.” The voice sounded evil, but despite my background of faith, I was unafraid.
“I have made my choice,” I replied calmly. “The hopes of my continuing to follow my faith has been shattered the moment we were condemned to die.”
The voice chuckled evilly and continued, “Very well. Name the terms of your contract.”
This is my choice. I chose to sell my soul, to turn my back on my faith. If people saw me and my family this way, then so be it. The girls of Salem had their time to spread fa
Guardian Lover - Ch.2: The Golden Boy Pt. 1/2Author Note:
Glad to see you made it to the next chapter. The errors wasn't so bad was it? Well I'm glad to see you made it. This chapter should be longer and more dramatic. I won't give spoilers but if I find you lurking on the next chapter...
I know I got you interested
Chapter 2 - The Golden Boy Pt. 1/2
"What the hell was that Reaza!"
Reaza rolled his eyes "C'mon Kerra--"
"No, don't 'C'mon Keera.' me!" Keera hesitated when Reaza poked out his lip. When did you get so cute? She stared at his dark eyebrows and his moist lips; she kept staring at them because she didn't want to look him in the eye. Or so she said to herself
It wasn't because Keera was shy-- unlike the rest of the girls-- she still saw him as the idiot her mom loved. It was the way he stared at her. Those eyes. Keera thou
Guardian Lover - Ch.1: Today I became somebodyAuthor Note:
Why am I sorry? Because I don't have an English degree, and since I don't have one there will be errors.
Please enjoy the story for the plot, and don't take what I previously said the wrong way, I'm excited you at least checked out my story and I really pray you enjoy it a bunch!
I'm only giving a forewarning to those who expect amateur writers to have J.K rowling edits.
Chapter 1 - Today... I became somebody.
Yuck, Milton High. Keera strode into the parking lot. She paused when she heard the revving of vehicles followed by the hollers of seniors, zooming past her.After giving some of the perverts an eye roll, she continued through the parking lot spotting Rebecca, her ex best friend, who last year used Keera to convince Rebecca's parents in going to a party.
Where she ditched me, and lost her virginity in an alley. Keera thought. Real classy. She recalle
At a certain age, people begin to distance themselves from the fairy tales that brought our child-selves to rest. The stories we were once told around bond fires of the psycho hook handed man, ghosts that haunt the very woods they’d camp, the moans and cries of banshees—burned away like the fire that had kept them warm. At sleepovers, the familiar games of reciting Bloody Mary’s name in a mirror three times and hoping she wouldn't tear your eyes out and frightening Ouija board experiences with only the dim light of a candle erupted shivers.
It grew old, just as we did.
They’re just stories. Ways to frighten those into believing something that isn't or shouldn't be real.
What if the stories of the monsters, the boogeyman that clawed at the floorboards underneath their bed and door of your closet, the shadow that seeme
Falling LeavesFalling Leaves
Autumn brings change. Summer turns to fall, green turns to brown, and suddenly every vacant building has been converted into a costume shop.
I sighed as I walked past the third "Spirit Halloween" store so far on my journey back to my house. I had just stopped at a food bank to pick up my weekly grocery allowance, which was completely contained in the four small plastic bags I carried in my hands.
An elderly woman hobbled next to me, heading towards the large gated woodland directly ahead of us. For her age, she appeared surprisingly spry and eager to get where she was going. When she got to the large gate, however, she halted, seemingly confused. Since I had to go through the area to get home I casually told her, "I got this," and punched my three five digit access code into the keypad, unlocking the large iron gate and allowing both myself and the woman to enter.
Once inside, I lost track of the old woman, but a young boy no older than seven years had snuck in right beh
Old Houses Have Old SecretsOld Houses have Old Secrets
The house loomed out of the shadows cast by the setting sun, a dark and dreary patch in an otherwise vibrant neighborhood. Ancient maple trees and a tall metal fence covered in ivy surrounded the property and isolated the house, as if it were quietly shielding itself from the liveliness of its neighbors. Despite its age, it showed few signs of damage and looked in better condition than some of the old, still inhabited houses sitting along the same street. It had been there for as long as I could remember, and the story that came with it had been told for just as long. As I searched along the base of the house, looking for the hidden key by the light of my flashlight, my mind wandered back to the house’s story.
Fifty years ago, this house belonged to a wealthy family. The Brownsons were constantly busy and usually out of town, so they hired a nanny to care for their child. While they were gone, both t
Only in Tomorrow Only in tomorrow... Our days will start to fade as the night appears. The darkness will appear and take over the world.
What can stop appearance of eternal dark? Will it ever dessapear?
Only think that can stop it is light, but only if we all united together to be as one. Some will choose to live in eternal darkness and to hide behind the F.E.A.R that will control the masses- their mind will no longer be unique their minds will be as one, no one will have their own opinion or in other words everyone will be scared to be himself/herself. But, the strongest ones, or as I refer to them as Wild Ones, will rise up from the ashes in which F.E.A.R left them in and will fight against the believes that are put in the heads of masses. Wild Ones will never be scared, they're going to supass the Pitts that they're put in and run freely through valleys that most of F.E.A.Rs servants won't. They're put themselves in danger just to be themselves and to have some fun.
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
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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