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NightOne can hear the whisper of the nightNight by JCHSALEM
A subtle sound
A guiding light
The deer’s paws as they hit the ground
Rustling leaves respond from all around
A call of nature
It expresses no danger
One can see the painting of the night
The dotted stars
The moonlight’s bright
A simple canvas, no planes, trains, or cars
Illuminating the reach of nature’s might
In the sky there’s the distant Mars
A wondrous nightscape
Not a wound or scrape
One can hear the desecration of the night
A deafening sound
The animal’s fright
Motors screech and trees are downed
One can see the destruction of the night
No one sees destruction from afar
Now no one knows the beauty of the night
RosieThere was a girl who wandered off...Rosie by stichesBodyBagTtags
She never came back,
Even when the skylight turned black
There was worry, there was fear
But the town accepted
The truth was here
A cold case
A story for no one to hear
Day after day the autumn grows dark
The town, the people, the flowers in the park
All had dread for good news might never come
Dead in the ground?
Where has she gone?
But it all went by, one cry at a time
Only aged 11 ,but did it matter?
Her family was shattered
Every day was the same despair
But there was a boy who actually cared
He took flight on his red bicycle and didn't stop
He got to her house and his heart dropped...
He couldn't believe
He felt deceived
But he won't let this be
He ran to the woods
Which no one should enter
he was brave and clever
He ran fast
He ran fierce
He yelled out loud
The woods were cold
All were dead, even sound
His voice was the on
Things left unsaid These are not storiesThings left unsaid by stichesBodyBagTtags
Made of dreams,
Or jars filled with stars
With salt that burns our raw scars
Not sweetly melted sugar
This is sickly and bitter
With one jar of rain
Rain is sweet
Rain is pure
A moment where time flies
And the glowing cigarette burns skin
With a mouth
That is filled with words
I want to tell you
I always try to
You never listen
Like a disease you invade my mind
Chewing on the very flesh of my heart
Sucking dry the warmth and love that I feel
With cracks hidden underneath your bedroom
Walls, painted in white
Once in a hospital
There was a needle
Pierced through the skin
With toxic fluids running into the veins
Of the innocent
They are empty
And I might yell for help
The flowers you gave me 3 years ago
They have faded
Like our love
I know I am dying
You know it too
The ghosts in these empty places know it
But you left me here, anyway
Le secret du temps-prologue (version 1)PROLOGUELe secret du temps-prologue (version 1) by Yasmera
« Patience, disait-il toujours.
-Mais j’en ai assez d’attendre ! Il y a quelque chose qui m’attend pas loin d’ici !
-Attend ton tour. Lorsque l’on fait exprès pour tomber, on n’est pas tant surpris que ça, quand cela arrive par surprise, on est surpris. Ne cherche pas à trouver ton destin, laisse-le venir à toi. »
J’ai l’impression de partager mon corps avec quelque chose d’autre. Je pourrais dire que je suis vraiment différente des autres. Je suis… comment dire ? Je suis… soumise. Depuis la mort de mes parents, je vis chez ma tante si sévère. Je n’ai qu’une amie. Elle s’appelle Lisa, mais je ne crois pas que quelqu’un a besoin d’une autre personne qu’elle. Son défaut - le seul, mais celui qui pourrait causer sa perte – est celui d’avoir trop d’ambition.
The Bowie Knife "What are you going to do, kill me? I'd like to see you try, Thomas!" Spat a bald man, obviously toughened up judging by the scar on his face that went with his bald scalp.The Bowie Knife by JCHSALEM
"That is my intent, Joseph!" Thomas sneered back with equal ferocity.
"Okay." Joseph put his hand behind his back and pulled out a pistol. "This should be interesting to watch. You don't even have a gun, only a silly little knife."
"This silly little knife has killed more people than you can imagine. It represents more than you and your pathetic gun can ever comprehend."
"Fine. Enlighten me. Show me the glory of your old decrepit Bowie Knife." Joseph challenged.
"This knife represents courage." Thomas explained as he was transported to twenty years earlier. He remembered meeting the abusive husband of the woman h
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