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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,
My old friendi remember the time we played together
i remember the time we had talked to eathover,
shared each overs secrets
play till it got dark
but it all changed on fatefull day
when you claimed you where too old
and let me to rot in my room with nothing to do
trying to find a better friend than you.
The Rose RideThe Rose Ride
By Tricia Pattinson
The Sun’s pink rose
the far off
of Milky Valley
As the curtain
of Night’s stars
up 1 Oak Tree
as Rabbit House.
on Patti Rabbit’s
to her friend.
of the rose light.
want to try
and catch it,”
out of bed
PnF: Kroniki Swiata Wynourzonego part 11Na horyzoncie można było zauważyć wielką czarną plamę.
-Co to jest?-pyta Izabella wychylając się za pleców Phineasa.
-Kraina Mroku kiedyś nazywana Krainą Nocy.-odpowiada San, a po jego plecach przebiega dreszcz.
-Nazz wiesz gdzie dokładnie znajduje się ta świątynia?-pyta Ferb przyglądając się niebiesko-włosej, ta w odpowiedzi pokręciła tylko głową.
-Ja wiem gdzie to jest.-wtrąca się San.
-To wspaniale, prowadź.-mówi uradowany Phineas. Mężczyzna kieruje wywerna w stronę ciemniej masy na horyzoncie. Lecieli już od dobrych kilku godzin, bez żadnych postojów.
-Możemy zrobić jakiś przerwę? Tyłek mnie już boli.-jęczy Buford gdy tylko znaleźli się na terenie Krainy Nocy.
-Jeśli ci życie nie miłe to ląduj, ja lecę dalej do świątyni i jak najszybcie
The Young LassThere sat a young lass
On the fair green grass
Nothing was there to do,
‘cept wish for something to—
Keep her little head occupied
Yet she knew not and cried:
“Please!” she wailed,
“A dance, a play, or just something—
To end boredom’s sting!”
And so, with no reply,
She could only sigh
Removing herself from her seat,
The little lass decides “Better to eat”
‘Stead of singing or dancing,
She retires to chancing:
At home, will there be dinner—
Or, would she be left thinner?
The sweet little lass,
Decides nothing good will pass
For even if there be food
Nothing will please her mood
She takes leave to go
See what the town could bestow
To ease the boredom that lied;
Claiming that it could be satisfied
Yet, all attempts had failed—
The misery that boredom can bring,
Latches on: an irremovable ring
“Oh! I could just die!
If the town is dry!”
Thus the lass squeaked—
Impatient for any treat
HuntingThe cold wind sighs,
My seagull flies,
And the waves babble
As the grey of the day
Sweeps my tears far away.
The sand is cold,
Holds tales untold:
Maybe a fable
The child’s moon helps to hide
And waves bring on the tide.
It’s here I hunt,
My arrow blunt –
But I, don’t you see,
Am one to flee and fear,
Though my prey is never deer.
But my fowl prey,
I have to say,
Doesn’t seem to be
Aware of his danger –
Chased by a skilled archer.
So fierce and proud,
No guns allowed,
I stalk the long shore:
A red, wild Indian,
The greatest of bowmen.
I am Danger
And I’m doing this,
Risking a miss,
Attempting to catch food
For the whole fam’ly brood.
‘Cause little I
So wants to try
Playing my own way:
Using my wondrous skills
To make some useful kills.
So I give chase
With little grace;
Just Seagull and me
Begin our clumsy dance,
I with my “hunter’s” stance.
But he is sly,
Fast to fly high;
Like a hawk he sees
The little black shad
Common ColdBeing sick is no fun
You've got green
I think orange
Is a little alarming
So I hope I feel better
Because my head feels like
Cotton balls are too close
Hugging each other tightly
My nose is having the best
Running all over the place
Leaving a parade of
Tissues all around me
It's kind of funny
But also a pain
Cyberzoid Part 6Snow White 2nd Madman Avenger:The Cyberzoid:The Wackiest Avenger of Cyberspace Part 6
By Eugene Tan Ong Siong
(Back in the Medieval Castle of Bavaria, Snow White and King Reinnich have saw Snow White 2nd who is now a real prince.And all of them have told their parents of how Snow White 2nd,Who is now a male.)
Snow White:My twin son!!(She embraced Snow White 2nd prince happily.)It's so good that you have became a boy after all.
Prince Snow White 2nd:Sure did,mom. And i don't have to be a girl anymore.From now on,It's going to be my first quest ever.
Snow White: But...Where's White Dex? Where is he now?
Prince Snow White 2nd:I think he's already combined with me. But probably he'll see White Dex again real soon.
(And So, Prince Snow White 2nd was riding his horse to his exciting quest.As his twin sister was also riding his horse to join her twin brother.They both together they will embark on their first adventure ever;However,this story wasn't over yet. Yo
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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