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TsunamiFloating... Like bitter porcelain clouds,
So sickly and broken...
Distance raking across the catacombs of my heart,
The moonlit cadence singing sweet sonatas
Right into my open wounds...
Tears slowly build,
Crashing in a great crescendo
Sinister tidal waves whisking me away,
Ghosting across a foreign shore...
Hopelessly lost in your eyes...
Slipping away like the tides,
Right through my fingertips...
Ghosting across my lips
To break across the open shore...
Shattered; broken pieces of my heart.
A thimble full of poison is all it takes;
Saccharin sweet candy coated prison
Seeping into my lungs...
One taste of the salty air, and it burns,
The VixenTrapped inside a filthy cage,
No release, no escape from this hell...
Prodded and poked incessantly
Stripped down to the bone,
Left to die in the cold; alone.
What else was left?
She took alight, running...
Bones twisted into a fox;
Such a perplexing vixen.
Darting around the hunter's snare,
Fit with wit to outmatch those
Who seek to destroy her.
Locking herself in seclusion,
To spare you.
Choking on currents
Dreamscapes shaped by the sea...
Nothing else is left,
There is only...
The bitter, ugly truth.
And it stands on it's own.
I Am a TreeI am a deciduous tree
Growin from my roots individual-ly.
From the stump
Up from the trunk
And out sproutin' branches
Reason for each season
Shower me in flowers
Because I feel damn awesome.
Squirrels cuddlin' me synonymous to girls lovin' me
No need to get the mud off my knees
Livin off of the puddle Be-
Cause, I got chlorophyll
On the forest hill.
Any inch of growth
Is more than a chore I killed.
Fall's around the corner, and I can still breathe,
But it hurts when all my leaves...leave.
Weather's ranging, colors changing.
Like an abstract painting.
Wet paint to t
I wait for
Breeeeze in the heat,
Briiiings in the snow,
How can there
Beeee way to live amidst the,
Temporary, even temperamental
Like some tenants at apartment rentals
Stayin for a couple of months then hit streets
Everything got dirty, time to replace the sheets
And now for better things
No more extremities
Defining my identity
Workin' now at Kennedy
Architectural major turned mapper
Bullied little kid in high school turned rapper
Turn the page into the next chapter
Like a photo album image with a whole different capture
I make things cook but I'm better than
Don't Touch AnythingThe wind blew so hard Larry almost thought that he could see it. His body felt like it was swaying to the side. When he looked in front of him, he saw a frosted surface and nothing behind it.
He took his hand, which was on the other side of the surface, and wiped it clean. It was a helmet with a faceshield.
When the surface was clear, he saw the environment.
It was a forest. A twisted brown pathway weaving between all these abnormally tall tree trunks, that rose perhaps a hundred feet at least before the branches and leaves covered the sky like a blanket. Just a little bit of that majestic light peered through.
Everything was quiet. Too
Exocide The Card PreviewI swallowed. I found myself paying attention to Trey's house. I ran and grabbed my binoculars, and saw the dream transcend to reality.
Trey was throwing his dirty clothes all over his room. I could see that his lights were on bright and his blinds were wide open. Then, something papery fell from the ceiling, or at least that's what it looked like. Trey slowly caught it and stared at it. He knew it was the card that Darren gave him after the bike race. He didn't actually read what it had to say. He was staring at it for minutes. I couldn't talk. I dreaded what happened next.
Trey's parents walked into the room.
I dropped the phone.