Death November 2, 2006
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Scorched
senseless roasted to a toast
breath arid like a desert sandstorm
beneath earths bottom crust
he disentegrates
his soul liberated by the black valley of death
his hart like dangling jail bait
held captive in his own body
another countless corpse
lying there
there he lies dead
alone
in the dark
Silent Calm November 2, 2006
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A cascade of water falls from the silver apparatus, making a soothing sound. When i look up from the sink I see a reflection- a reflection of myself in the mirror. I squint my eyes and see my bedroom from behind. Mirrors are very clever, always allowing you to see from another perspective. The green fuzzy rug comforts my sole and my soul. A warming sensation whisps throughout the room. The pleasantly serene green shower curtain illuminates the space matching perfectly with the yellow rays of th elight bulb, offset by the brown hamper where I become stripped down to the most raw humane form. The white cool floor manages to milk out every emotion and store it in each crevice, while the shower of water peacefully washes away all of the pain I have endured. Quiet, silently, I am tucked away into my own piece of heaven.
Visual Effect: Breathtaking November 2, 2006
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Enchanted by the stars I became inspired to explore. Captivating rays of metallic lust guides me through the most exquisite journey I have yet to wander to. I walk, slowly, pacing softly embracing each breath of air as it’s my last. Bravely wandering through the valley of death, my eyes land on an unnaturally serine figure. Floral designs twinning around. Pink blossoms and two great big hibiscus flowers extending their welcomes. I proceed to the figure, holding on to each vibrant, beautiful image I view, holding on to the tangy citrus smell. I arrived, for what I saw was like a visual oxymoron. i peeked around the welcoming hibiscus flowers and there, dead infront of me lie the valley of death. Thousands of corpses emitting a smell of rotten eggs. In shock, in fear, in amazement. So unfathomable. I stand. Gasping for breath.
Burn November 2, 2006
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He devoured her heart
leaving nothing but the remains he could not digest
each and every touch set her body to stone
he took her love and watched it fade
corrupting her soul for his personal gain
misguiding and mistreating and misinterpreting her
he managed to destroy who she was
between them lies a thin line
she broke down his barrier
ate him alive
told him their love would survive
she attacked his heart like a tornado
unpredictable
his soul was flammable
she ignited his fire
he bearned and yearned and rached for her
yelling our love will survive
she turned and confessed it was time to let it burn
it was time to let nature do the rest
Searching for a way to get away November 2, 2006
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I spit fire and scorch you with my hot words
I must confess and project what I do not feel for this noun
All around they make me sick
because so many of them are full of this four letter word synonymous for trash
I must confess P E O P L E make me sick!
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