The VeteranThe Veteran
the old man walking a new street a new walk a hunched walk a pained walk a once proud walk a lone squad marching beside an old man all blank blank rows blank files save one old man walking or marching hard to tell with
his hunched walk his aged walk His walk the old man marching his new street
My Dream HouseThe dust in the cupboard The books on the wall The skeleton in the closetMy Dream House
The blood on the floor
The grand farther clock with thirteen hours
And the staircase, gothic with white The towers with shadows, the ghosts? in the windows
And the garden out back, overgrown with hedges
The mazes
Why Do You HideWhy do you hideWhy Do You Hide
Behind you masks, behind your ranks Behind your uniforms, your men Behind your guns
Behind your war
Why do you cry
Every night, you cry
Behind closed doors What memories are you hiding
Your wife has left you
Why? Did you cheat, did you lie Why? Did you marry your war long ago Why did she take your child from you
Shower thoughts.My eyelids drooped as I stared at the tiny droplets of water on the shower wall. My whole body was relaxed, my arms limply hanging at my sides, my legs only just capable of keeping me standing. If I let my eyes fuzz enough the water got that pinkish haze from my eyelids, making them almost look like blood.Shower thoughts.
I wished it was blood.
The warm water hit the back of my neck with soft little thuds that sounded so loud through my skin. Little snail trails of water trickled down my back and quickly found their way to the plughole where they fell to their demise. I could hear thuds in the hallway, a painful crack or two. I figu
MemoriesThe girl pressed the golden coin to her lips gently, her long nimble fingers of both hands squished around the lightly corrugated edge. Her long-lashed lids fluttered down over her eyes for only a moment as she kissed the coin again, the words, “You’re my only hope,” rolled off her tongue in a whisper. The light crashing of the fountain bubbling in front of her promised her the only the smallest amount of faith and possibilities. Delicate statues of Peacocks arch their slender necks leading up to a spout of water, their smooth porcelain backs pressed against the cool blue pillar in the centre. Light blue fish reach out from theMemories
One Last Time.
i wish you would use your dA more often.. and comment things of mine.. it'd make me very happy.. <.<
I love you, though!
Love you to.
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste in your signature.
i love you really... xD
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste in your signature.
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste in your signature.
But by who? Who could have done such a thing to me?
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste in your signature.
i am soooooo bored atm.. and stuff.. loooolllll...
hahaha.. so yeah... have fun!! xD
ily!! =]
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it is not the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the dog!!!
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