TonightTonight by MissWay17
As I stare tonight into your eyes,
I see the premises of falling skies,
My downfall or my rise,
My beginning, until my last goodbye.
I see the life that was brought to me,
And through this fate, finally be free.
You were my whole, my eternity,
The light I held on to through difficulty.
I contemplated your smile and tears,
I found myself wishing to be yours, and fear,
As I carried on this way, and followed your path,
I wasn't losing myself for something that wouldn't last.
Endlessly dreaming of what could be true,
I still keep the secret hope to ever see you...
Escape The collection thus far had been enormous, larger than Charlie had ever expected. He looked into the boxes, some half-crumbling from the humidity in the building, and tried to count the cans of beans, squash, tuna, and chicken, the boxes of dried mashed potatoes and pancake mix, the jars of jam and the plastic containers stuffed to the rim with homemade biscuits. A lone can of corn had rolled away from the rest, perching sadly on a crack between two of the imitation marble tiles of the floor. Charlie grabbed it without even looking and stuck it in another box. Apparently the one it had come from had crumpled completely.Escape by Andaelentari
“Do you know how horrible my headache was this morning, Charles?” Maria had asked him earlier, before he had even fully woken up. “It was worse than you could even imagine, I’m sure.” She did this every day, woke him up with a somatic complaint, but she managed to convince him t
Late into the night poemQuill poised in his hand-Late into the night poem by AvaPiper
His ink jar filled to the brim-
He sits at his desk-
His mind wandering-
He tries to gather his thoughts-
Choose the precise words-
He stands up to pace-
The room filled with candlelight-
The words just won't flow-
He checks his gold pocket watch-
The hour grows late-
He looks at the note-
Just a few words grace the page-
Not nearly enough-
He feels discouraged-
In the shadows,she watches-
Floating behind him-
Invisible to his eyes-
She looks at his note-
Decides he needs help-
She inspires him with words-
He feels encouraged-
The words come tumbling out-
Filling the whole page-
His ink jar half full-
He carefully folds the note-
Sealing it with wax-
He blows out all the candles-
Climbs the stairs to bed-
By Tamara Foutz
Reverend Death - Page 1The sound of blood dripping as it hit the floor was the only noise you could hear.Reverend Death - Page 1 by Melanie-J-Howle
My first test subject was almost dead by this time, I stood there holding his jelly like eye ball in the palm of my hand. It was still warm from being in the socket, but it didn't look like an eye now all alone swimming in the red pool that had formed in my hand.
I wondered if all detached parts of the body would look so strange, not fitting right in its new reality of loneliness.
I laid the eye down on the table next to my scalpel and thought what I would create with it.
The table was almost clinical looking with the bright white glare of the over hung light reflecting on the stainless steel, giving the room a feeling of no emotion unlike most rooms tend to create.
I turned back to stand over the subject looking down with my mind full of unanswered questions, mostly thinking how UN real he looked on the bench.
Lying perfectly still he almost looked like a albino so white from the soak in the
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