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InbetweenSitting on the fence, it occurred to me, the distance between my feet and the ground was all that could cure me; flying was the only method of breathing I could ever make up without calling a jury of dictionaries forth to deem me incredulous. The moving cloud teased my allured brow, and for a time I thought they were taking me to the distance between my feet and the ground.Inbetween
When the sky closed it's eye, I decided to get going; in the dark I visualize dancing light and, usually, am deceived with immaculate fright; the appirtion with no final destination, except my mind's own. The shadowy pur
by ~EndearmentExtract21
My Sweet ShadowAn ascertain alias The distal hand that shades the symmetry of callousMy Sweet Shadow
Flowing
From Their Chalice Of malignant Malice
A s h a t t e r e d contour of chorus for us muting the multitude of masses without classes Against the grain Perches their alleged humane haven &
by ~EndearmentExtract21
Gargoyle's Onyx Of PartialityCaressing the terminally broken with shadows of words, None spoken Scanning the sullen With silence Healing the wounded by waiting, Not aiding Teetering against the berth of their worth The border, the space hoarder To allow them innate innocence The overcasts they sold herGargoyle's Onyx Of Partiality
Even in humidity made colder
Shield them from their wooden wonders The genus flesh the negligent knaves would gleefully plunder Trekking on their jaunt that is so embedded in endeavor to others The inclination to taunt
The beckon to the raw--you rehearsal &
by ~EndearmentExtract21
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the red ball.The ball slammed on the pavement and bounced high in the air. I held Rocky's leash tightly. He wanted to ball too. "5!" the boy called and the children scattered. Rocky tugged at his leash, wanting to chase the red ball. I had waved to then, but they still did not invite me to play. The ball bounced in the air again. "9!" Rocky pulled hard on the leash, prepared to fight for the ball. This time I let go.the red ball.
by ~chenzelite
can't give this upToday, I am nine years old. The temptations of kissing and dreams have only just begun; they almost seem to escape me and I –can't give this up
well, all I really want for Christmas is glue and patterns in traffic.
by ~HelzCullen
Create a lieI will not create another lie Or try to focus on an existing one I will not let you crawl away and hide Or wave you off, when you're already goneCreate a lie
I live inside a sea of waves Brave enough to face a new day To turn left at the red lights To continue my way
One day I'll run away I'll find my space I'll have my rest And life will give me a chance
by ~Nananie
dreamsby *Villesgodgirl
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- Favourite band or musician: In Flames, Bullet For My Valentine, All That Remains, Chevelle, Tool, Metallica, etc, etc.
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