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Apple TeaAs he walked his country Floating, vagrant to one directionApple Tea
To somewhere Or no where
He didn't know what he wanted. He mustn't know where he stops. Following the moon and sun
In an endless cycle.
Days were harsh, nights were bitter Dust bowls were the apparent proclamation of serenity. To one, his own, for the peaceful flowers were his undoing. Given to her in her final moments.
Haggard, washed up, tired and wasted Trudged to the very ends of the earth. Through thick and thin Sand and snow
Before long, stubble turned t
by ~Gutskitter
The Theory"There you go again," I say out loud to Myself, "pondering the words that your friends have never said. Your grip on reality is very short held."The Theory
I was never that fond of Myself. I preferred the dark seclusion of My own room to the landscape and trees that was my neighborhood. Often times, I would walk around the block at the late hours of the night. The neighbors all thought I was crazy. "Well, maybe I am crazy! I mean, who talks to themselves in front of a mirror?" Today was Tuesday. I had my brown khakis on with my tucked in blue collared shirt. My tie was a bright orange with pink polka dots. I loved that ti
by ~Gutskitter
Rantings of a MadmanHello again, dearie! A feather in the hat for you! Pardon myself though. i must walk My squirrel. You see He Does not like to be kept In the house like this. My house? it is just a little rock in the Sky. No, no, you cannot shine the light on i. i doubt that you would understand The likes of a beefsteak sandwich Roasting in the sun. i would love to Show you how to tip the tables in Your favor. i cannot imagine what life is Like as a tree. Actually, i can! Have you ever eaten a real pizza Pie? The whipped cream throws off the sweetRantings of a Madman
by ~Gutskitter
As They FallStill so Barren, Barren Barren as the bare branches, blowing I still feel the act of betrayal, strong And I lament. Lament as Daedalus did as the feathers fell: Drop by drop. Second by second. One by one. Until the sun achieved its purpose For this, the Lottery; The winner ultimately loses To be put to death by stones. I feel like a Harlequin's Puppet With strings attached, my Master's bidding My Master is yours, you know. Their wanting eyes Debilitating. The Creator watches in horror As he is plucked out of the air Like a hair onAs They Fall
by ~Gutskitter
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The King of LiesThe king of lies, dead you sit for eternityThe King of Lies
A bitter smile stretched upon your face of broken bone On your throne of a puppet massacre
The prize that you drink, when nightfall behold
The king of lies, a transcendent being You wear a royal crown created from a million bleeding hearts Threaded together by puppet strings Still it stains with blood, from limbs ripped apart The king of lies, how I adore you From my plastic mouth yields words unsaid From my eyes reflect such radiant torment
The night when I woke up and found everyone dead &nbs
by ~VampiricBunny
Melancholy of the UnrequitedI could believe in the mouth of othersMelancholy of the Unrequited
Honey, you both got chemistry like sugar and ice.
I could believe in my own little brain
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by ~VampiricBunny
Out Of PlaceTHEY ONCE paid me fifteen dollars -fifteen bucks!- an hour to guard a big wooden gate -just the gate!-Out Of Place
But management, they weren't thinking and see, they never once -ever!- told me to keep this guy out -Max-
so
I figured it would be okay as long as Max did not take the massive gate.
"Who let Max in?" they glared at me and these devious grins showed on their faces and Max whispered to me -Max, that jerk!-, "Howard, did you consider the possibility -mind you, a possibility!-
by =ReturnOfBob
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- Current Residence: Massachusetts
- Interests: Videogames, music, writing
- Favourite movie: Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, Donnie Darko... Can't choose
- Favourite band or musician: Jeez... Angra, Sonata Arctica, System of a Down... that's where I pull most of my influences
- Favourite genre of music: Hard rock, Power Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Dickinson
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy 8
- Favourite gaming platform: NES, SNES, N64 and PSX
- Personal Quote: Perhaps there’ll be a rainbow?
- Tools of the Trade: Laptop, mouse, headset, pen, notepad
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