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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,
Birth To SixWide charcoal eyes, pale skin, and jet black hair
Naivety and innocence
Afraid, but learning
Cried often, but that's what babies do
Long, brown curls and chesnut eyes
Tan, soft skin and rosy red cheeks
Curious, fast learner, afraid still
Cried a lot, "she'll grow out of it"
Shoulder-length straight hair, large eyes
Red-brown skin and a nose that got red in winter
Whiny, ignorant, passive-agressive
CompanyWhen we're in the dark,
Shadow is not a person,
Mirror is just an object,
Reflection needs light,
Everyone is alone.
nuestra fiesta Patria ( poema)este es un poema que ice en lenguaje, me gusto y lo dejo aquí. es mas español. bueno, aquí se los dejo, espero que les guste:
Nuestra Fiesta Patria
Las Fiestas Patrias
Izad las banderas,
Poneros sus vestidos,
Preparad los juegos
Y comprad comida chilena.
¡Escuchad las trompetas!
Empezaron a sonar,
Desfilad con nosotros
Y poneros a cantar.
SUM GET MICE I GET PIXIESPixie Dixie in da Klixie
took a quality pinking shear(or a good scissor was it?)
to the unholy space
my agora claustro phobia combo.
a bit of a worry it was 2 then
coz I was not ready for separates yet then
Someone SpecialTender flower protected by thorns
You've been picked and trodden on
Like the bud of the blooming flower your heart pushes your beauty out like petals
You feel unloved and un cared for
Sitting in the dark where your petals can't feel the warmth of the light
After the abuse and going unnoticed you adapt to your surroundings, you learn to survive
You built a tough exterior to protect you from your surroundings not knowing that through the cracks your heart is visible
Your heart has been noticed by one who shares your darkness.
They see through the exterior and your pain, they see your motherly love and genuine care.
They see you for everything you are, thorns and cracks and beautiful still the same.
They pick you up and place you in a vase where you belong because to them you are special
Happy Birthday FriendToday was a great day and a yummy day too today was when my BFF birthday
Sept.14 we had fun with her cousin and ate a yummy dish but i wish we could have stayed but its still fair and i understand this day was the best of most.
Let the Sky Hear my PrayerMy eyes focus on the gleaming sky
I felt like wishing that I could fly
But if I do fly,
I might fall and die
Then everything will be over,
I won't even be able to cry.
My eyelids felt heavy, as I continued to stare
Stare at the sky as I started to pray.
"Let the world be in peace as I rest
Let the Lord do what he think is best
Give those who are in need what they needed
And protect all that is precious to my heart."
With my prayer finished
I sat down on the bed
Thinking if it was heard
I'm sure it was heard
Heard clear and loud
Now I'll feel safe
Safe from the darkness that lurks
Safe from the evil that wanders
The sky from a while ago,
I'm sure it's still beautiful
But I'll leave it for now
And wait for the Sun's light that's even prettier
Marina Brain is Jelly Taughtend of
visible light lit story
giant John Wayne face forming in the seaweed.
at 8 Squid Gardens
jelly fish to mermaid:
'Don't get on yer high seahorse. Behind that bone face your grey jello just like us.'
Secret Love Hey guys!!! It's me again, and i'm making a new story with characters from Tomodachi life from the youtuber sagemaster15. For every story for the time will be a couple or a made up couple that I thought of. The first story is Kish Jr. and Clemetine. Let's get started with this story!
Kish Jr. P.O.V
No one knows about our love. Clemetine wanted to keep our love secret,which i had to agree. I was thinking about this while i was in the park, about 10 minutes before i had to meet Clemetine. Right now i was walking to her apartment, stopping by the door. I knock 3 times before i heard a soft come in, then i slowly open door, smiling when i saw her just reading a novel. She really loves reading books. She closed her book and look over her and she smiled. I saw her b
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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