Clear sky bright stars dancing above for us.
Nervous smiles and hesitant words.
Telling stories soft laughter lost in the night.
We became the stars, dancing, warm, brilliant
We collided, a burning union
From a great distance we managed
I burned brightest for you
You were my sun, my light in the vast dark void
We collided and held fast
Your light blinding
My heart burning
Your fiery radiance leaving a burn in my soul
But the universe was against us
We were pulled apart
Continue on our path
Back to the void
Two stars
Against all
Float away from each other
No longer dancing
Dimming
Sad smiles
Words full of meaning
Stories of happines
Devastation paved the road,
Back where I had thrived.
Leaving no man, wife or child,
In my wake alive.
Hitching a ride on floating planks,
I crossed many seas.
Bringing forth judgement day,
In the jaws of foreign fleas.
How fun it was to watch,
My masterpiece at play.
Lighting theatre aflame,
In a deadly matinee.
So many speculations,
Though, my origin is vague.
I've been called many names.
One simply known: the plague.
Highway to Hell by ImNotTwistedImSpiral, literature
Literature
Highway to Hell
Walking alone,
Not a person in sight.
Down an unfamiliar road,
In the dead of night.
Lost with no direction,
And no helping hand.
I searched everything,
That stood on this land.
But still I couldn't find my way,
Not on this street with no name.
Not until I found a stranger,
With a passion for games.
"Excuse me, kind sir.
If I could tear you away.
But it seems tonight,
I've lost my way."
"So you have, young girl,
You have skipped astray,
Since the mall you were at,
Was a town away."
He pulled out a knife,
And pointed it at my chest.
And walked towards me,
To finish his quest.
Wrestling me to the ground,
He straggled my hips.
And words of
The Storyteller by ImNotTwistedImSpiral, literature
Literature
The Storyteller
Once upon a time, a beautiful woman named Trida sat alone in a forest picking shells by the river to make a necklace. As she rested upon a damp, silver rock that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, she heard a startling shriek.
Trida, a curious girl of eighteen, felt a powerful urge to investigate. She climbed over many unseen rocks and fallen trees, tripping over a few briers as she went. The forest became denser; it grew darker, a tainted ebony that pierced her soul, staining it as it chased away the moon, her only source of light.
She was not welcomed there.
Finally, out of the crippling darkness, a light pierced through the limbs of
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The kids built a snowman,
On its head they placed.
An old, worn top-hat
And a carrot on its face.
They placed rocks for its mouth,
Buttons adorn its eyes.
Sticks are its arms,
Its neck is where a scarf lies.
They finished just in time,
Before their mother called them in.
The children skipped happily inside,
Their dog sprinting for the win.
But late that Christmas Eve,
The son woke from a sound.
That seemed like something,
Heavy falling to the ground.
He arose thinking Santa was near,
And crept his way through.
Not finding a soul,
His sleep
we escape every day of our lives
books
movies
games
every chance we get
to pretend we aren't ourselves
we take it
why?
is it because we view ourselves worse than others?
is it because this life doesn’t seem that appetizing?
is it just laziness?
so much time is spent in another worldwe sometimes forget who we are
Now, I understand that this is a little late. (About nine days.) But I have been working eight days straight, and I apologize.
I wrote this a few years ago for my Facebook page, so it's pretty old and I finished in five minutes, so yeah. Enjoy!
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This is the time,
I love most of all.
It starts with an “H”
And begins in the fall.
Where the trolls come out,
And the ghosts go on the prowl.
Hear the cats scream,
And the werewolves howl.
Hurry up, child!
Take your candy and run.
But don’t be scared,
It’s all in good fun.
So go on