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Savory SacrificeBrown feathers fall, whipping
cracks escape surrounding trees
as heavy pants free from aching lungs.
Fear across face, blinding, dripping off beak.
Destination freedom, so feet
scuttle, scurrying from sounds
of slow following footsteps.
Closer, closer, never breaking pace.
Frantic flapping falls short, wings lay
lifeless at sides. Feet no longer move,
yet nearby creeping continues. Single step
taken before feathered body shocked still.
He stares into the eyes of another,
whose soulless slits clobbers heart
against his tender chest. Wings raised high
nearby sky close, containing endless blue,
but hot stones shoot, paralyzing
muscles. Heart explodes, red pours
and stains autumn scented leaves. The scurrying
stops, heartbeat no more and rustling forest falls silent.
Miles BetweenSun rises again, miles between us remain unchanged
like rushing rivers and extended state lines, closer than hand.
How many days must pass until I see his face again and grasp
no longer cold, empty from dangling fingers. Left
to clutch, nails boring deep into palms, aching to brush
against his chest as a new sun rises, miles between us remain
distant as memories of smoldering eyes. A sliced
and split photograph cannot compare so I will wait
for the day until I can see his face again and kiss
those sweet parted lips, tempting, burning red.
They danced against my tongue, leaving behind taste of sugar
into the morning and rising sun where miles have changed
as our bodies curled underneath cotton sheets,
twisted and turned, conforming to our tender
entwine. How many days must pass until I wake up
to beaming bright lights through glass, sun
warming cheeks. Eyes flutter open, gazing at curled
hair, angelic expression and misty eyes. Sun rose, miles
between us faded, and the day I can his fac
Once MoreSoft satin caresses, sweet lips touch,
sending heat down my spine. Fingers
intertwine, brushing mouth, cheeks,
hair, leaving nothing behind. Desire
controls, your lust craving more,
hiding the picture. Moving lips
show mind’s hunger, representing
wavering ways. Sick of twisted motives,
such childish play, now say her name
once more, rekindling blazing flames.
Red drops of passion puddle upon floor,
draining white fingertips damp, speak
once more. Deepen fresh wounds
with twisted smiles. Say her name
once more, I dare to hear such sounds.
If not, hold your tongue, your eternal
peace, and never move those lips from mine.
Black VinesNear vibrant flowers, emerald vines
curl and crawl across covered meadows.
They embrace, black vines dancing
upon skin. Glorious body art.
Dark ink curls, blossoming first
flowers, flourishing sweet summer.
Yet tips bare brown fruit, withered
wrinkled skin as amber sheds life.
Ink fades grey, dancing patterns cease
as vines drop last fruit into fresh snow.
Resolutions"Camila, open your door, now."
The pounding shook my door against its frame and knocked the pencil out of my hands. I tried to pick it up off my desk but moved too fast,
knocking papers and pencils to the floor. I reached for my supplies when another shout hit my ears.
"Camila, I'm not going to repeat myself."
I grumbled under my breath, saying words I knew I couldn't repeat in a few seconds. I rushed off my seat and over to my closed door. The
pounding never died, leaving my ears throbbing. I covered my ear with one hand and opened my bedroom door with the other to see my mom glowering.
She stood over me, eyes boring into my own. Her lips mashed into a scowl. "You have been ignoring me for the last ten minutes. What are you doing here?"
I swallowed a large lump down my throat. "I-I-I was just-"
A gasp flew past her lips, interrupting me. She shoved past me and entered my room, eyes wide. I knew we were both staring at the same
thing: dozens of sticky notes against my walls.
UmbrellaRain poured from the grey clouds, drenching the brown soil. I watched the weather from the inside of my apartment, watching every drop as it hit the ground.
However, that wasn't the only thing that captured my eyes. Standing at the bus stop was a young man, looking in his twenties. He stood tall against the storm, holding a mere umbrella.
How it help up for this long was beyond me. The wind blew it inside out, leaving the man soaked. He had no reason to hold onto it anymore, yet his fingers wouldn't let go of the handle. He stood as a statue, waiting for the bus.
The rain kept falling.
OpenDark dingy dungeon, alive
with desire. Chains dig
into wrists, seeping
every last drop.
Eyes missing day light,
longing warm love against
Key resting on wooden table
top. Long ago did it call,
Death is blindDeath is blind,
It doesn't matter,
Old or young,
Female or male,
Bad or good,
It will eventually comes to you.
Knighted BearTwo girls, But plenty a difference.
Caroline the Duchesses daughter had a record of being cruel.
Just a little girl, Unable to make her own rule.
Tickled herself silly over causing a servants fickle.
Her parents adorned her with stuffed animals
That she would add to her ever growing hoard
Loud and obnoxiously she'd wrap and pour shrouds of tea around their crimson jewel engraved and carefully chosen fur.
Mouths locked the animals silently swore, Looks tattered and brown stains drooled as they continued to splatter the floor.
Fur out of fur was thrown out, rows and more in tow, the animals disappeared for more to appear in the same place to suffer the same drenched and quenched
or ripped and picked.
Parents replaced the beautiful stuffings, without a single glare or harm of a hair.
Bree, A poor sheepowners daughter, The family didn't have much of their own to keep being almost dirt cheap.
One day the mother of this young girl made enough money for thread and used a sheeps fur to a
La Gran Pelea Del Siglo(El Critico está de pie en la parte superior de un edificio.)
Critico(cantando al ritmo de "¡Oh, qué hermosa mañana" de Oklohoma) :. Hay un día brillante y soleado en Chicago (Dos Veces)(Él empieza a caminar alrededor del edificio) hay un día brillante y soleado en Chicago ... Corrupciones tan altas como un elefante ... (Muestra algunos rascacielos.) y los medidores cuestan $ 74.25 ... (Muestra a Bowser quemar un parquímetro.) Oh, qué mañana adecuada! Oh, lo que es un día adecuado! Tengo una sensación adecuada todo va mi camino! ¡Oh, qué ... (hablando) ME TIENEN QUE SESTAR JODIENDO??
(Mira a un lado y da cuenta del Nerd encima del mismo edificio. El Nerd está jugando algo en una Nintendo 3DS, pero mira hacia arriba y ve al Crítico. Ambos reflejos el uno al otro.)
NC: NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER- .... (el nerd Le da Un Golpe cae al suelo Los golpes NC poco más
Someone SpecialHatarakou and I went to a swimming pool today. Looking at various of people playing in the water, a swimmer caught my eyes. I pointed at him so that Hatarakou will know what I'm going to talk about.
"That man can swim well. Do you think he can be someone special soon?" I asked him. Simply smiling happily.
"I don't know," he answered short. Watching the man swimming.
"Do you want to be a special person?" I think he wanted to be one. Everyone wants to be special!
"It's not like I can be one," he answered while drinking a cold drink in his hand. He seems to have less spirit than usual. I wanted to cheer him up!
"That's not true! You're special in my eyes. Everyone that I met is very special!" I told him that he is special like everyone else that I met in my entire life. I can see the future! He will say something like 'That is a personal opinion,' and I will backfire him with something wonderful.
"That's..." he said and I cut his sentence.
"What does it matters if it is a personal opinion
Gone Clones Arrive With Good Times Attachedeyes tight
to the count
here I come
ready or not
you open them
the old folks
black leaf gloss
ecstasy of rose
at april 4
A sliver blood
U R B side U R self
your mouth words
past full level
your mouth words
are brimming with
a sunny noise
in a purple dark
The Cookie JarI have it in my sights.
I see it in all of its glory.
The greatest treasure in all the lands.
It has been a perilous journey.
I had to climb down the zigzagged mountain of death.
Climb the giant gates of hell.
Finally I am here.
At the bottom of the giant ice mountain.
First I must open the secret door by using all of mans strength.
Then I must climb the shelves filled with many potions and poisons.
Finally, I have it. The treasure is mine.
I grab it and begin back down the mountain.
My foot slips. I knock a jar of red death.
It falls and smashes into the ground.
The monster now knows I'm here.
I hear its powerful footsteps approaching.
There she is. The Beast.
Her eyes made of fire staring into my soul.
She roars her mighty roar.
She grabs me and takes the treasure.
She then puts me back in my cot and leaves to hide the treasure.
One day... I will taste glory.
I will taste one of those cookies.
I will beat you mother!
What's Up?The ceiling is always up,
and the lights and wiring too,
If it comes down, I'll be sure to let you know.
I'll say "Oh! The school's fallen down!
Now where do they want us to go?
The sky is still up,
but the ceiling is now down,
Oh, gosh, what if Chicken Little comes
to tell us the sky is falling on the town?
Wouldn't that be blue?
Nothing is up,
everything is down,
but the world's a circle,
so down may be up,
and up may be down.
Maybe some will stand on their heads,
and claim the new up to be the ground,
And the rest will be amazed.
Me? What will I do?
I'll just go sideways.
I just can't seem to care.I'm drowning in the air,
But I know you just don't care,
I'm finding it hard to breath,
Wish I knew what I mean to me.
You're driving me up the wall,
I'm slowly dyin' from the inside out,
You tell me I'm worth it,
An' I tell you I'm not,
'Cause I see the lie in your eyes,
I give up on truth,
So sink to bottle,
And then walk through the door.
FIOLEE: Love in the clouds Pag. 3FIOLEE: Love in the clouds
El vampiro tomó a la rubia en sus brazos, subió, la puso en su cama, la arropó y cuando estaba a punto de irse, la humana lo tomó del brazo y dijo
Fi: No me dejes sola
Ml: Fi, no puedo…
Fi: Por favor_ el vampiro al escuchar la suplica de su amada se recostó a su lado y se durmió en cuestión de segundos al igual que Fiona.
Marshall se empezó a despertar y no por que quisiera si no porque sentía una presión en su pecho y un movimiento a su lado, al abrir sus ojos por completo vió a Fiona recargada en su pecho dormida, le beso la frente y luego se paro lentamente para no despertarla y se fue abajo a comer algo.
Me desperté y me acordé lo que había hecho ayer…
Ml: Creo que tienes sueño_ Fiona solo asintió con la cabeza_ bueno te llevo a tu habitación_
El vampiro tomó a la rubia en
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