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TornadoesTornadoes rip through the empty plains,
taking away all the sorrow and blames,
there it all goes,
all my pains.
Patience is my virtue,
waiting till there's nothing in my view,
everything gone with the wind,
everything becoming new.
A new clean slate,
reflecting the wishes of my mind's state,
thank God for tornadoes,
taking away all my hate.
they rip up from the ground,
leaving just the bare foundation on a mound,
on a hill, nothing but a flat surface,
nothing left bound.
Today is a new day,
everything pushed away,
thank god for tornadoes,
I'm still here to stay.
Candy Land, Dreaming of HalloweenLiving in a candy land,
with a candy king,
dreaming candy dreams.
The licorice trees swing to and fro,
while the chocolate river flows and flows.
The aroma of sweets and treats fill the air,
little gum drops here and there.
Large stocks of peppermint stalks,
stand tall with lollipop sticks.
Being with the sweet taste of taffy,
that's all I need to be happy.
Watching the little candy king wave from his castle,
you can hear happiness and joy ring.
Across the chocolate river,
far beyond the soda pop glaciers,
the land of baked goods are hither.
What a happy world this is!
When dreams come to end,
this, I will surely miss!
But for right now, lying cozy in my bed,
I will sleep my small little head,
and dream of Halloween to come again.
the Unfortunate Life of NoelleI awoke with a start from the crashing sound of the thunder. Lately, my dreams have been nothing; just black. No meaning behind them, no substance to contain them. Tonight was no different. This time, I'm glad to have been thrust out of them with force. I couldn't go another night dreamless. Downstairs, I could hear the piano being played passionately. The thunder outside was drowning it out here and there, and the rain complementing the notes pouring out of the player's soul.
Lying in bed, the thought occurred to me, should I stay in bed or follow the sound of the music? I couldn't think about falling asleep again to stand in blackness in my dreams, and to follow the music, maybe will help ease the emptiness that not only fills my dreams, but my heart as well. Rising out from under the covers, I carefully light the candle on my bedside table and make my way out into the hall. There were multiple pianos in the home, making it harder to determine where the sound way coming from. To my r
SalvationI'm reaching up,
so far towards the stars.
They climb out of reach,
I'm losing motivation.
The ladder grew and grew with innocence,
now it wobbles,
threatening to crumble itself,
weighed down with evanescence.
Still, I reach higher and higher,
my arm out of it's socket.
Can't give up,
can't give in.
yet so far,
the harder I try,
the faster they go.
I've always wanted my own star,
why can't I have it when I try?
When I fall,
please be there to catch me.
I can't reach any longer,
please grab my star,
I need you here,
help me breathe.
Beneath the ladder breaks,
snaps, sways and fall,
crashing down on my dreams,
I'll feel everything.
Forsake me not,
I'm just a sinner.
Take my soul,
devour it amongst yourselves.
My demons can still reach me,
even from this high.
I need to reach my Salvation.
Take Me DownYou can take me around,
pull me down,
watch me drown.
A sin to atone,
my energy blown,
I can't do this all alone.
I sit back and cry.
Waiting for my turn to die.
No one to give a final good bye.
A long ways away,
in my own grave I lay,
I will not rise after today.
You can break me down,
push me around,
but you'll be the one to drown.
PhoneSometimes, I'm afraid to answer the ringing phone.
It rings, and rings, and rings.
I'm not sure who would want to contact me so desperately,
I'm sure they know I'm not interested in what they're selling.
Sometimes, I wish that the person on the other end of the line,
where ever they may be, might be someone who could help me,
take me away to a place I've never seen.
But why would any phone call be like that?
Sometimes, when the phone rings, I'm wondering who's voice I will hear,
a human voice, or an automated recording of someone's voice.
Maybe I can recognize their voice, I've probably heard them all by now,
for now, anyway.
I could come up with so many imaginary fantasies about who they are,
what they could be calling about,
how it would affect me.
But alas, none of it would be true.
No fairy tale story to the endless ringing.
Nothing special about that pre-recorded voice on the line,
just some drab and dreary purpose to only serve themselves.
The only way to cancel it out is just to
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Hetalia X Reader: Perceptive
You woke up to your alarm ringing. You turn off your alarm while yawning sleepily.
Another day of work
You slowly got out of bed and begin another journey of your usual daily routine of brushing your teeth, taking a shower, eating breakfast, getting dressed for work, and so on.
You yawn while leaving your house through walking out of your front door before closing and locking it. You start walking down the pathway to your car but stop seconds later when you saw a familiar blond-haired kid riding a scooter around in front of your front yard. You frown, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Great, it’s that annoying kid again. You thought while walking towards your car, bad mood already start starting.
What’s he even doing here anyway? He’s been here every morning creating that same noise and he doesn’t even live in this neighbourhood.
After unlocking and getting in your car, you start the engine whilst eyeing the kid at the back of your c
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
DreamcatcherThe dreamcatcher, a catcher of nightmares and symbol of good nights. You can find them anywhere if you look hard enough. Most people do not believe in their power. But, one child chose to believe. A young boy, suffering from nightmares. The child wandered into a shop one day and found one. A pale dreamcatcher with pale blue feathers and beads. The boy was delighted to see what he called 'the most beautiful thing in the world'. He picked it up and took it to the counter. The cashier, a friendly looking elderly gentleman gave a soft sigh and a smile.
"Son, are you sure you want this one? I think it would be best if you chose a different one."
"No, sir. I really want this one!" The boy smiled cheerily. The old man stared for a bit, then nodded. He rang up the catcher and gave it to the boy, who took it, thanked him, and ran out. The man sighed.
"That thing never seems to be sold for long..."
The boy ran to his house, a worn-down looking place in the middle of town.
"Mommy! I'm home!" He c
Shipping Surprise, Part 2
Jeff and Cal were waiting by the side door when I arrived at the factory. It was the night after I'd accidentally ended up in Cal's stomach, and this time it was my turn to try being on the other side of things.
"Hey, Cody," Cal whispered as Jeff unlocked the door. "You ready?"
I nodded, trying to conceal my nervousness. I don't think I fooled him. He patted my shoulder reassuringly as we went inside.
As we walked through the factory to the packing machine, Jeff handed me a banana. "Here, eat this," he said around a mouthful of his own.
"Huh? Why?" I asked.
"I read up on the LiquiPack today. There's a lot of test reports and studies online, if you look in the right places. I wanted to see if anyone had noticed any weird effects on stuff that had been packed with it. It turns out if you do meat and bananas at the same time, the meat comes out really stretchy and hard t
The Brass RoomThere is a world beyond my reality, and into my dreams.
A magical place that isn't so special.
A room that doesn't exist, here it does. Only in my dreams.
Every time I visit this place, it's so hidden, and I don't think I should knock.
It's a tight squeeze in, but wary, things are not stacked properly, yet the never wobble, they never fall.
A room of brass where the bathroom should be.
Along the walls, overflowing shelves of lamps, cups, and containers litter the room neatly. I never touch anything, and I never know the purpose of this place.
It's a nice place, how bright but dull, a place I like to explore.
I hate to leave, but what lies beyond the imagination is left to the imagination.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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