beauty in a wartime mindThe sun goes up on a new day Like fire burning imperfections from the soul Silhouetted trees standing against the flaming sky Black obelisks with shadowed fingers Cast their long dark claws against the Soft glowing earth. Alive and awake I Lay here watching watching the claws of The beast slowly shrinking into the ground while the ground Sparkles like rainbows or prisms transfixed with light Beauty can be found anywhere In every thought, in every movement Life is beauty. Life is fleetingbeauty in a wartime mind
The sun descends after a day
Too long and too hectic The claws of
american englishI watch you from the window, burning brighter than the sky you step into. Each step you take has the bold purpose you live with ingrained it is swagger and stride. You step into the sky without looking up and without hesitating, knowing that everything is where you think it is. You’re blinded; you live the American dream. You stride on toward some unachievable goal and never once look around to see what you do to those around you. You ran from everything you’ve loved, everything that loved you into a thought, a dream that you’ve lost yourself in and now you cannot find your way out to go on your path. You walk with purpose on the heads of thoamerican english
the natural lifeBlades of grass in a hazy field, we tie ourselves to a past we can’t see with leaves too fragile to be used as rope. Every shifting breeze tears us apart, every passing animal can’t resist but to devour us down to the roots, and yet we grow. We can’t avoid the pain, we all bleed; we all grow; we all die, it’s the way of the world. This is your story. This is our story. This is the grass, sky, and wind; this is their cry for us to learn their lessons. "A cold wind blows in your window, awaken my child, get up and dress yourself. The world is out there waiting." She pulls herself out of her bed and staggers to the bathroom to fix herselfthe natural life
A suitable endingSamuel glared ominously at the filthy man that strode past his desk. His dark brown hair matted against his unshaven cheeks. His head was above average and was accompanied by a less than normal sized face that gave him a pinched in look that was all together disturbing. His loose fitting tee and stained denim trousers were in general disrepair and his tan skin shone through in several areas. He walked into one of the twin elevators Samuel’s desk strattled and the doors slid closed silently. His name was Daniel, and he was trouble, in Sam’s honest opinion, but Sam kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t his job to assess tenant’s boyfriendsA suitable ending
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You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.
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halo of hell is my placing as i steal the souls of others with a great desirer for one thing... for i am known as bloodlust
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"Just because a mouse is in a biscuit box, that doesn't make him a biscuit"
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By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes....
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