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- Peter.
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Red Sky in the Morning.I am the one who walks upon the pieces Of the mirror that sewed together my inhibitions In ragged pieces of cloth haphazardly To-and-fro stitched to the guise of my hollow skinRed Sky in the Morning.
Feet penetrated like needle to paper Bleeding jagged thoughts and memories Too sharp to the touch to reminisce Upon happy days before liquid amnesia Trickled down her slender throat
Now I march, march, march Beat of the drum that sounds the brass horn Across the river His shallow grave Where his child rests Buried too soon, died too quickly
Hemorrhaging from a
by ~El-Lawiet
Happyville.There is a place in the middle of the Universe where all good thoughts goHappyville.
This place is perfect; there is absolutely nothing wrong with this place.
Everyone smiles, the sun is always shining,
The faces are always young and tan and beautiful,
And the bodies are always toned and slim and perfect.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with this place.
The town that these perfectly beautiful, perfectly happy people live in is called Happyville
And it’s got a great big colorful sign announcing it’s name and how perfect it really is And it’s filled with happy little houses &nb
by ~El-Lawiet
In Case of Wonderland - Ch. 1In Case of Wonderland: A Short Story by Peter Dolan.In Case of Wonderland - Ch. 1
Chapter 1: “A Golden Afternoon, or, An Interesting Way to Procrastinate doing Homework on a Sunday Afternoon Involving a White Rabbit, Talking Food, and Magic Trains.”
It was three o’clock in the afternoon at the estate of the Liddell family by the river, and eleven year old Alice Liddell wished for nothing more than to be elsewhere.
“Stinking teachers,” she hissed underneath her breath, glaring at the homework-riddled grass on the sloping bank in front of her with such intensity that it was very possible she was tr
by ~El-Lawiet
Chapter 1: Recollection.We sailed a raft of bounds books and broken dreams - The water turned to wine and we sank to it's murky depths But we paid the fish made of wheeling metal scales a pristine quarter And in turn she sang us a song of the mountain meeting the moon While we flipped sun-bathing aristocrat with steely wings of disdain We dreamed of bitter apples Nuclear bombs Ticking clocks And preening magpies Leaves crunched under feet and the tears that we'd collected over time Spilled from our crystalline glasses As we clambered to seize the moment someone had left, waiting, In the naval ofChapter 1: Recollection.
by ~El-Lawiet
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A Blue DreamWe all began as simple dreams Even when we were held fast To the sticky warmth of our mothers' wombs We didn't exist entirelyA Blue Dream
I was born of ashes, smoke The ghost of death behind me With whom I have been close Still am Frighteningly so As we all are It is warm, like the cool of shadow Beneath my feet in July
Today, I sit just feet from a grave Flowers have sprung from where We smashed Juno's golden head in with brick They are blue, like his eyes
In the wind The children of yesterday sing "Baby blue, whose dream were
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why can't we make this darkness feel like home
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Every breath that is in your lungs,
Is a tiny little gift to me.
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C:
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i took the polaroid down in my room, i'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend
it's not as if i don't like you, it just makes me sad whenever i see it.
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IT'S SAMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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not another comment by sami! D:
the power to make mistake and move forward!
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