Body of WaterThe calm lake surface mirrors its surroundings, The multitude of hues that the trees turn in the fall Create a pallet stemming from the water's edge. Yellows, reds, greens, and browns, all blended together In a serene portrait under the fading light of day.Body of Water
Beneath the waters gentle face lies a world of
Of violent waves and currents pulling with cold slick ease. Unseen eyes darting in and out of sight line the lake's depths. Teeming with life thriving and feeding upon each other, Under the lighted rays that stretch and fade.
The body lies naked and bare for nature to s
Day I DieThe Day I die I'll make it rain, Skies will grow dark and thunder my name. Lightening will strike the second i die, The booming clouds like a mother's cry. Rain will fall in empyrean waves On this loathsome, lonely, O' joyous day!Day I Die
The day I die I'll make it rain! Not so the world can know my pain, But to signify the life in death For trees will grow as I decompose. All of those who sit morose Will marvel as the wind will blow, And they will know, yes they will know.
Earthling He could've been a writer, the good kind too, a real thinker and wizard with words. His father was a dictionary and his mother had been a dreamy doe with twinkling stars in her eyes, until she got hit by a truck called life. That smile of his never faded, painted on his face as if his teeth were attacking his lips. He could've been a poet, the good kind too. Always thinking with his pen, philosophizing the world with a troubled brow. He had always hated people, to him they were all a horrible mess of a species. From the gluttons to the cults to the lustful ignorant; never satisfied. He hated it all wiEarthling
Old Lady's Snowshoe A busted bottle of lighter fluid fallen to its side, leaked down old lady's carpet when her cat snowshoe was just walking by. Old lady, who smoked a pack a day, called the cat to her lap knocking over her ashtray. She had lit a cigarette and left it there to burn. It fell down to snowshoe's cat tracks, traced back to the bottle and set lady's house ablaze.Old Lady's Snowshoe
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