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Descending into the DarknessDark
The deepest darkness
Wandering further than you like
Beings that pursue you
Evil breeding within the walls
Sirens blaring in your head
Blood steadily staining your hands
Memories flooding back to you
How could you do that?
How are you the true source...
Of all this evil?
Before you lose your mind
You decide to take the drink
A drink in which you will forget.
Humming LoveMy heart sings a carol,
My hum fills the air,
I face each day,
With love and a prayer.
My joy is abounding,
My laughter resounds,
A smile unfailing,
Love's passion abounds.
My hope's a reality,
My vision is clear,
A dream in the making,
As my love draws near.
Writers Block.A blank canvas
A blank page
A burning desire
Followed by rage
A block from thought
A writers remorse
I should have taken
A writers coarse
A hint of pain
A taste of sorrow
A better tomorrow
A burning desire
A smooth motion
A skin lotion
A sarcastic notion
A vast ocean
And everything's going to be alright
Because I've found my muse
And I'll hold it tight.
I promise muse
I'll never let go
For I've missed you
More than you may ever know
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1Part 1
*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*
Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?
Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!
Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.
Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!
Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.
Eric: It'll come. I know it will! I know it will! I know it will! I know it will!
*After the appearance of the world name know as Train Yard Express, we see Sora, Donald Duck, and Goofy walking through a forest close to a train yard*
Sora: I wonder where we are now?
Donald: I don't know.
Goofy: Gawrsh me either.
?????: *Loud whistle noise* TO WORK! TO WORK!
Dear DeathDear Death
You’re my harsh reality,
I could never ask for a better friend.
You taught me with a cold touch, that life wasn't surreal.
Death, don't worry, for they do not understand your sweetness,
your relief and mercy.
You’re a bitter hero, I know
Giving life it’s beauty while playing the righteous villain.
My friend, spread your wings afar.
You’re a saint that cleanse our souls
Thank you for remaining an option for the weak
A reality for the tyrant
A mercy for the old and poor
You keep me modest
Thank you death, for bestowing upon me your gift, mortality.
For making me treasure every moment.
For showing the end of the way.
For mercifully watching me from afar.
You’re the angel, that keeps me from going mad.
The mercy that I refuse to accept.
Sorry old friend, for it’s not my time.
I long for you as well, but life is still grasping for my breath.
Life, you ugly fool.
You’re so transparent, I can see your ugliness from afar.
Poisoning my soul,
Melodramatic Opera for the DammedThe pounding of drums, silence hums
With care, the strings are lightly strung
Keep you words close and on the tongue
The lyrics have been the click of the gun
There's no use in wasting what's already gone
So fill the void with useless song
Fill up the pitcher with words unrefined
And pour them out into mind, to mind
A smile is quicker than a blink of an eye
So hold onto what's yours to hide
Don't let the sunlight drown you in gold
or dust off the frost that's kept you cold
A swarm of lies is thicker than mud
And lays unseen in the puddles of blood
Pierce the truth with a sword of steel
And realize that nothing has ever been real
The pounding of drums, silence screams
Daylight looks darker in a wise man's dreams
A reaper comes with out spread wings
Angels are coming to pull up our strings
I wished for hope, and I wished for death
I choked until there was nothing left
Clothed in ashes, I slept in the void
And awoke to see the sky destroyed
Pieces of space dancing in flames
The stars are
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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