BleakIt was cold today. The heavy sky was stretched out above like the hunted skin of some great pale beast. Dead, endless heaven hung particularly there. Grainy, a poorly-developed photograph from a cheap camera.Bleak
The uninvited chill brought a peculiar nostalgia; an excitement, perhaps for now. A twitching rose in my blood -- my toes over an edge trembling in space.
I moved with an unconscious hesitation, unwilling to disturb. Weighty and yet I itched, all gooseflesh and daydream.
Foliage Freak OutOne thousand steps of my feet Have covered the globe In order to see This -Foliage Freak Out
The dragon's abode
The moss creeps up the walls Of a cave full of grime As the monster's voice rings clear Begging me to dine
He lounges by a wooden table (Set out quite pleasantly) And with a grin he licks his lips Saying he's glad to have some company
A chair is placed, waiting for me Decorated in bones As I slowly make my way He mews out quiet moans
I wonder, what could be for dinner? As I stare at a beast so mean His jaw opens, I
Do Fairy Godmothers Do ResumesCorporate Cinderella on her knees, communing with the grime-laden creases where the wall meets the floor, and her pride meets the end of its plummet.Do Fairy Godmothers Do Resumes
The frayed toothbrush is her microphone, projecting her displeasure to the warm soapy water. Their audience is the oh-so-attentive mass of vaguely floating dirt-debris.
Her knees speculate with stray puddle-drops, lauchned by zealous fury (guess which one's
parcelled neatly under the civil-plastic wrap of the other).
Lips strain into a pseudo-smile, fortifying her clenched-teeth wall to hold back
Turn the PageTurn the pageTurn the Page
And accept the future,
Your mind tells you, You’re going to fail;
Your heart knows
You will fly.
Turn the page
And strip away,
Your innocence and
All your childish naivety;
The tantrum and fights,
Replace them with nausea.
Turn the page
And enter a world,
With a wide horizon
Dotted with potential, Embracing your brilliance;
Watch the sun rise.
Turn the page
And then another,
Let words flow,
Twisting and shaping
Your infinite possibilities;
Turn the p
Mindless SlaughterThey’re the jewel of the ocean In their rarity, And imposing beauty With their cries so low So utterly soothing.Mindless Slaughter
Descendents of, Ancient creatures All finned, some fanged. And in all their wonder They only belong to the sea, Only the sea.
And yet, You cut them from the waters Their blood red
On violent waves, As if they feel no pain, As if they’re only purpose Is to appease you.
Mindless slaughter Of an endangered species Their dead eyes Numb me to the core. And even when Yo
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Alright!
Cheerful
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper
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"Don't throw your life away son! You only get one! Or depending on your religious affiliation, SEVERAL! Either way it is a finite number, so think it through!"
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"Don't throw your life away son! You only get one! Or depending on your religious affiliation, SEVERAL! Either way it is a finite number, so think it through!"
Well I think you win!
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