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Transporting myself to my other home, I open my eyes to the sound of an empty room. body{ background-color: #000 !important; background-attachment: FIXED !important; background-repeat: REPEAT !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; filter: sepia(50%); } main { background-color: #111; color: white; border-left: 2px solid white; bor » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I do not wish to move forward Blistered heels made of wood Coated by the desert sand, grains and grains Charred with the bone dust of a child long forgotten All the water drained, black in color By the drought of a 1000 days How many days in the months Did I want to be here? I need to see the sun again But oh, the night only lasts forever My eyes are covered in that dirty cloth rag Someone is t... » Continue Reading
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Every breath feels like the one before a dive. I clutch my skin, I can feel something growling again. There's a muzzle with rows of teeth, something snarling again. Some kind of... anger? Hatred? An emotion I've sworn since childhood to never act upon. I have the tools to make a fire, but I'm scared of the shadows that I'll see in its light. » Continue Reading
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- Oh, the journey will be long and far. Don’t you love the feeling of your own putrid mind? Don’t you love the feeling of being a speck in an ocean without end? Think about what’s beyond the veil, what awaits us when you did. And here you are He chortles, a frothy sound - Lying awake wondering how to escape from your own prison, your own walls and barely enough strength to force food down your th... » Continue Reading
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I have an addiction to feeling pain. I desire the pity that pours through open graves, the coddling of a child with its first wound. I will admit now that my head feeds off of a rich, tender love found in between the hospital beds. Love that is laced with bleach and copper. Love that is whispered at the edge of nothingness. Forever choosing the role of victim, never the victor, never the » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I, the cosmonaut, am floating in the eternal abyss of space. All of my stars are fading, running away, and I hover aimlessly. My ship has been damaged beyond repair, scattered across the stars. There is nothing I can do but follow your eyes, two pinpoints in the devouring darkness, two northern stars. And then my hand touches something other than my own emptiness. » Continue Reading
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My soul lies in the ashes of a fire pit. Dashed to the ground between decayed, coal black wood. My spirit disintegrates into the air as do the last dying embers, as does the smoke bellow into the air, now only a sliver of fragile burning. And the cold wind shall continue to dim the fire unless the caress of flesh, blood and tears do » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Death and life are green and blue. Endless blue, invaded by the needle sharp peaks of these organic towers, crowding the border of the road, almost threatening to invade again. With time and stillness, they will. An army of nature’s strongest soldiers generations in the making. A chess board to a game only the creatures know. Further up into the true home, my home was long forgotten at this poi... » Continue Reading
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