your jokes and the way you tell them have me in stitches in no time I am helpless like one laid spread-eagled titters, tickled with the tip of a feather. then I howl like a lunatic gone berserk my ribs hurt not from…
Category: Miscellaneous
Fear
What do you fear, more than anything? Would you tell me? Or would you keep it secret? Maybe you would whisper it, maybe you’d shout it. if you tell me, I’ll tell you. I just want to know you and the truth. too often I’m…
Untitled- Hr.5
The three looked dumbfounded At the opened doors Simultaneously running in Unbeknownst to them Simultaneously running out This was the end At the opened doors The three looked dumbfounded
Green Eyed Monster, Hour Seventeen
Green Eyed Monster Medusa was born a mortal beauty, the daughter to two sea gods and sister to monsters. Her beauty became her undoing. An enraptured Poseidon seduced and impregnated her in Athena’s temple, enraging the virgin goddess, who then turned Medusa into the most…
Ashes
“It bursts into flame, And extinguishes its life, Leaving behind nothing but ashes, Only for life to be reignited, Like a cold candle. This is the story, And great irony, Of the beautiful phoenix and life.”
Mission Complete
Mission Complete Three heroes unique and determined stand at the opening gate washed with blue light Hour 17 @varenyas
Monster
Narcissist Manipulative,Victim Mimicking,Probing,Tackling Always win the fight Monster
Darkness All Around
Darkness All Around Darkness all around. All around me is blackness, rich compacted soil. Kindness in the burrow, nowhere in the darkness. Even leave room for another so tomorrow we may die, so tomorrow we shall die. All around us blackness and grayness. Look for…
The Generation of Colours
Source: A Blackout culled from Page 63, Chapter 9, Where The Crawdads Sing
Hour 17 “It may be time to write the tears.” Doreen Dd. Spungin
Promise to never forget, you where my words are left unsaid. Your smile contained an explanation point, hung on by a question mark. This world should see you for what you are, not what you became on paper. Long for you on a summer breeze….