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The Death of DreamsThe falling stars
--the foolish hopes of man;
like aching tears of sorrow
stream gently down the darkening sky
to bury deep within the quiet earth
insignificant and unobtrusive
the death of dreams
LeafThe single leaf trembles,
a deep green
If ever a life so filled with tears
could see its promises whispered.
A cup filled, brimming with emptiness,
poured out on unquenched dirt,
the love that it needs,
so violently denied.
spring is near.
An Ode to a BookS01V12B,
like endless echoes of tides
relentless in their seek
a battle never ceasing,
and upon our meeting,
A WhyWhy do you look at me
with those heavy eyes
that makes my heart weigh low?
I know it's not your intent
such things never are
and darling, we're both turned too far.
It's not love, nor friendship
and that makes me awonder
and yes, I want only one.
I have no interest in ever, ever the former
ever, ever, again.
The ComingI see its approach, a cloudy November dawning
set on a hazy morning bright.
The sweet green trees gleam
with pearl sunlight
that drifts through the dew and
dusty white light
that lightens, yet, hides
fears that surface at night.
Though beautiful to behold
the ache it fails to relieve,
you swore never to relive.
Now comes, after the saddest month,
the end draws near
and thus, winter, here.
Futile ExpressionsAnger and frustration
futility in expression
rages without form or meaning
hope or reason
vague and irreverent
to mask the truth
that bind me
It's a blind hatred to open
yet anguish to close
I prowl without rest
while my wounds fester
and I burnish them away
with scarce an eye
batted at the pain
The Best FriendThrough all the hopes and pain
endless nights of screams and shame
Unmoving, still you remained
my silent guardian
giving and unchanged
Though wasted poetry
does move you not
and angry fears will fail
to tame your burning glow
Your presence is a comfort
through hopeless untold years
Burn brightly with your
never will your smoulder falter
Give me now your cancerous sear
my cigeratte dear
your ashen lips I kiss
In the Hidden MoonlightSitting, shaken, memories abound
with nothing but single candle lit.
Although the silence engulfs
it comforts in its prevalence.
Fear, guilt, sadness, loss...
They empty my heart
in unending sorrow.
Pain clutches my physical being,
but its wretched hold redeems.
Stripped bare of my facade,
what is left to see?
An angry, bitter, twisted thing
with nothing there to show.
We are all mad Herewhat if the sky was the ground
the ground the sky
just an underground city filled
with artificial light?
nothing is ours,
just leftovers from a post-
forgotten by all.
bide our time
until it dissipates
what if we are the forgotten children
left like discarded toys of a child
are we fact,
or are we fiction?
are you fact and i
just the mad ramblings of a writers quill
Humid SilenceThe popcorn white ceiling stared down at her,
It’s gaze heavier than the sheets that cloaked her body in the humid night.
She heard the silence tremble,
As she broke the stillness of dark with a shaky breath.
Her throat, though still tight with emotion,
Loosened ever so slowly into an acceptance,
Acceptance of her place and her title.
She sensed her mind clearing of clutter,
And in that moment,
She felt herself let you go.
Night Demons (nightmare demons)Vicious Creatures of the night
they kill everything within a blink of an eye
with no trace of blood and no dead body
they are a nightmare
be careful on the night
you just might be
Shrunk at home (Vore RP)You wake to see your giant carpet. A) Your dad finds you B)Your mom finds you C)Other
The GibbetTwas said the place was cursed as Hell,
Where the grass grew long and ragged.
A man was there, with vacant stare,
His features long and haggard.
Much pain etched on his weathered face,
His hands looked old and veined,
And many chanced to look askance,
And saw his clothes were stained.
And much of time elapsed there,
Whilst the man did hardly move,
And who asked why, he was passed by?
What ignorance did this prove?
Could they have touched him, even prayed?
Could they have smoothed his frown
And carried him, then buried him,
If the poor wretch was cut down?
His fate was parallel to those,
Of days so long gone by,
For that man was a highwayman,
On a gibbet hung to die.
To those who meted ‘justice’ then,
Display was a deterrent.
A body rotting, was not forgotten,
Its warning was apparent.
And when at last, the gibbet went,
Its purpose obsolete,
Many who passed, the place it was,
Could still see hanging feet.
And open mouths and swollen tongues,
And eyes that bulged in fear,
You're here on your own free will
But we will no let you leave
We make you stay, and just sit still
Sit down, shut up
Roll up your sleeves
We'll make your grades go down, yup yup
It's lunch, I don't feel well
At least I'm finally free
Oh look there goes another bell
It's not lunch, pay attention
Didn't you hear the bell ring?
THAT'S IT GO TO DETENTION!
The Infamous Blank PageThe infamous, blank page-
That blood-curdling, white void-
Starring you down, for hours, for ages.
The steady blinking of the cursor taunting you,
Like the incessant dripping of a faucet-
A 'na, na, nana, na' that will not be silenced.
It mocks every word, every thought before your fingertips grace the keys,
Halting you in your tracks,
Stringing you up in an eternal limbo of, 'what if.'
You must say something,
You must say anything,
But the unbridled fear of humiliation, of rejection, grips you; keeps you silent.
You push back against the fear,
Ducking your head and surging on,
Practically screaming the words onto the page.
Something is different,
The white void has been marred,
Your attack has left quite a mark.
That steady cursor no longer seems to taunt,
But it almost seems to pant,
In a pathetic struggle on it's hands and knees.
You speed on, keys flying from under your fingers,
As you watch the blank page take shiner after shiner,
Receding back beneath your words.
You slow, taking
O lar do literato Um dia como outro qualquer, chuva sem sentido, muito trabalho e pouco tempo para se alimentar, eis o dia mais infeliz de uma funcionário que cuidava da santa burocracia dos imóveis do Rio de janeiro, Anénchka. Tem sido uma época muito agitada por tantas burocracias que no pobre país, Seus governantes estavam implantando. Ah, coitadinha de Anénchka, só com a parte dos imóveis de certo sofreria ainda muito durante essa drástica reforma. É certo que ela adoraria ar fresco do que papéis e ainda mais, ela nascera para a arte, mas com a arte quem é que se importa não é mesmo?!
Por volta das 3 da tarde, a chuva ainda muito chateada, Anénchka fora visitada em sua repartição por um ativista da arte tão preciosa e inválida. A visita era sem dúvidas muito inesperada. Era apenas um minuto livre, o
Fallout 2 introWar. War never changes.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.
The earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.
A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years. Few survived the devastation. Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in great underground vaults. When the great darkness passed, these vaults opened, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.
One of the northern tribes claims they are descended from one such Vault. They hold that their founder and ance
The GazelleYou twisted your knife inside of me
Carved out what was mine
Poured your agony into my soul
Left me retching, gasping for air
You let your words pervade me
used your madness to invade my very being
You killed my joy and glory
Brought only silent numbness
You smothered my spirit
You hijacked my mind
You broke my will
You withered my heart
Black as ink the poison spread
slowly through the veins
that clenched my barely beating heart.
With a cold hard sheet
of diamond dust
I layered the shattered pieces
and bleeding parts
So empty I was
I barely existed.
Never knowing, never thinking
Never questioning and never feeling.
"Don't try. Just do it."
Anger and bitterness
Hostility and prejudice
slowly wrapped their desolate coils round my body
like a serpent's around its prey
I was the gazelle,
Not understanding why,
my body broken, eyes glassy and uncomprehending,
as the venemous gaping mouth
devoured me whole.
I still don't understand.
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