"dying"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Part 1 The sun covered the desert in a thick, orange glow. The sand stretching vast and far as my horse trudged through its hot grains. The map resting in my hands proved its legitimacy » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
It’s always the hardest part of the day when we come off stage. The crowd still cheering, the cameras still flashing. It should fill you with happiness, pride, that feeling that you’ve made it. And though I won’t say it doesn’t, I can’t deny the reality that it’s sometimes not worth it. They see us as rockstars. Drugs, sex, rock n’ roll. But it’s not like that. Our lives aren’t full of parties and... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The disco lights flickered through the shadows of the club as the music blared, thumping its rhythm as the feet bounced to the beat. The smell of alcohol and the stench of unwelcome smoke filled my lungs as I coughed out the poison. The nightlife was never my place of comfort and relaxation after a long week of work. But to others, it was the light through the dark. I tried to hurry my way through... » Continue Reading
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The carnival lights flickered in the dark of the night. The face of the clown on it’s sign looked just as ominous in the shadows as it did with the multicoloured bulbs. The ticket vendor was no where to be seen as I approached the stall, the only thing there was one lonely ticket perched on the counter. The were candles still lit within their chambers as their smoke seeped from the holes in the to... » Continue Reading
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It takes the pain away, even if I know it’s bad. It’ll never be the best, but it helps me when I’m sad. It’s venom for my veins, it always leaves a stain. I would never share my views, I would never share this pain. It burns as it goes down, a different sort of sound. It gurgles and it pops, it’ll surely make me drown. The problems haven’t started, they’ve only seemed to ease. But I know one day t... » Continue Reading
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I felt my stem stem start to weaken from each gust of wind. No matter how hard I tried to hold on I could still feel it slipping. I should be thankful that I had formed so high off the ground, no pesky fingers to rip me from my home. But my time has come to an end. A few days had gone by since I felt the damage, and I knew soon I would finally let go. The bugs strayed from my surface, refusing eve... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Warning: This contains themes of obsessive romance Like raspberry vodka she packs a punch, Never says yes when I ask her to lunch. She blows me a kiss at the end of each day, I’d burn down this building just to get her to stay. She touches my hand when we pass down the halls If she was famous I’d have her posters on my walls. She’s taking my mind and she makes it insane, » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
They look like a saint, but they’re really a sinner, Plating up lies, mixed into your dinner. Say you can’t sing, to your dreams of a singer, This person’s deceased, and I’m a grave digger. No hope and no love, you’re just what they ordered, You’ve got some problems? Well get them sorted. But what if these problems, are those that you chortled? What if this venom, was spewed by your molars? My mon... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
They colour the lines on the page, never the white of the canvas. They trace the steps before them, their minds are stuck in limbo. Told what to do, they do as they’re told. They don’t have rhythm, only a generic beat. They make fun of the different, though we’re all the same. There’s just more of them, so outside is insane. Wear jeans and a shirt, and you’ll surely fit in, But have the jeans fit ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Such beauty of the unseen. Such beauty of the faceless faces. Hollowed out skeletons are the most beautiful of all. These lands are full of creatures, each with a different feature. I’m sure the humans roaming earth would fear us, they wouldn’t understand us. Our be » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
They whisper prayers every night, singing in their choir every day. They wait with patience for the time to bring their joy. The belief runs deep in their veins, belief beyond the divine. Their childlike wonder carries more than the imagination can create. They believe the stories, tales and all the in betweens, because belief has never strayed them wrong, it has only ever rewarded them. If it is ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Part 2 of "Ruckus In The Jungle" The helicopter flew above me as I waved it down, it didn’t take long for it to find a safe place to land before the crew jumped out. The animals scattered upon seeing them, but stayed close enough to watch us. The only on » Continue Reading
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