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The first 10 people to post 2 of their newest artwork will recieve comments from me. That is all there is to it.Have fun!
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DehumanizerDo all the people feel human inside?
Or are they just mindless automatons?
Whatever it is, it's no excuse,
for the crimes they do.
They show no emotions.
They are empty and cruel.
They show no empathy.
They have disposed all their,
Humanity.
No remorse, no regrets.
They are hollow and cruel.
There's nothing left of them.
They're merely shells of,
Dehumanisation.
Dehumanisation.
The human network, severed and broken.
How this came to be I'll never know.
Like androids they don't care for others.
No sense of kindness, just full of anger.
Should technology be given the blame?
Or is it atavistic rules they once had?
Whatever it is, it's no excuse,
for the times they spend.
They show no emotions.
They are empty and cruel.
They show no empathy.
They have disposed all their,
Humanity.
No remorse, no regrets.
They are hollow and cruel.
There's nothing left of them.
They're merely shells of,
Dehumanisation.
Dehumanisation.
Bid farewell to a destroyed life,
and the times I knew.
And people I love
Love...?Love, is a questionable thing.
What is it exactly?
Is it, something that makes us happy?
Is it, something that makes us complete?
Is it, something that keeps us alive?
Or is it, an object of uncertainty?
Love, can be a beautiful flower,
but is reliable of rotting away.
It can be a trustworthy gift,
but is fragile and be left abandoned,
without any reasons given.
It can be an eternal flame,
it can burn happily, or cause niggling pain.
It can be the source of people's smiles,
as well as their sorrows and angers.
It can help you break through these walls,
and take you down to shining new roads,
but sometimes it will lead you nowhere.
It is also like the fruit held in your palm.
Should you succumb to its sweet taste?
Or, should you throw it away if you must?
It can be a beautiful chimeric spirit,
combining feelings of hope and faith,
but can it be really trusted?
If it dies, will its ashes be replaced?
Or, let it be all caught up in the bitter winds,
in order to move on?
It an affect us in
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The Darkness In The Moonlight
The Darkness In The Moonlight
In the East of England in the United Kingdom, it was the middle of the summer holidays in August. The setting sun was disappearing into the clear night sky of the outdoors, and the light was fading fast. But the almost full moon began to rise up into the night sky, somewhat providing light and tranquillity. There was a boy like me who went to the same school that went I to. I had left 7 years ago to start my life in the cold cruel world, whilst he was soon to start in the leaver’s year. His name was Roger, and he was 15 years old. He was a keen video gamer like myself, although we had a difference of opinion as to what we enjoyed. Roger liked playing Pokémon on his Nintendo 3DS XL, whereas I preferred to play on retro consoles such as Sega Saturn.
Roger and myself, Christian, were next-door neighbours on a quiet residential street north of Peterborough. We both lived in detached two-storey houses
Freedom as a Lycan
I remember the time when one of my friends at a local orphanage was dying to get out into the wilderness. It was the middle of the night on a cold, bitter Wednesday.
Kyle was snug under the covers of his bed, but he was struggling to sleep because of the poor conditions we lived in.
He had reddish brown hair and green eyes, and always went to bed with his blue jeans and black t-shirt on to keep warm at night.
There were 20 boys that lived in the orphanage, all of whom had lost their parents at a young age, Kyle included.
Kyle’s room was very cold, the bed was hard and uncomfortable, and the covers and pillows were all twisted.
Kyle wriggled vigorously on the bed; his heart was pounding, and his pulse was racing.
After a few moments, Kyle jerked awake; sweat was dripping all over his body in fear, and he was breathing uneasy.
The dark room had one window which was barely expelling light from the outdoors, not that there was much light outside from the black of night, but the full
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