Who doesn't want to be me? me..
....COME ON TURKEY DAY!!!


JudgmentLava slithers among the disfigured hands with the blood running through the roads of California. Bareheaded souls take flight, their footsteps falling in line with sun-baked shoulders.Judgment
Caught in the middle, the dead rest here among the patient grounds. Security rarely becomes an issue in the dark. Hundreds of corpses are salvaged in the desolate woodlands.
They busted the dream of gambling, the money all but gone in the heavens. Their names float around, never fitting the puzzle leading through a portal.
The bites received by the condemned come


Dear DiaryDear Diary,Dear Diary
My heart beats with the cracks of a thousand hammers on the many nails embedded
in the coffins. My lungs work to pull in the air element, so dingy from the stagnant, crowded space
behind the bookcase. I wonder the date past the day we hid and the last time I saw the sky.
My restless mind looks back at the days before the men with guns came. My face twists at the memories
of innocence past. No more horizont. No more play. No more freedom. Just hiding


GravityI remember that night the family surrounded me, trying to keep their faces straight but failing.Gravity
I stood there wondering what might have happened, and yet I could not mistake the feeling growing inside me.
Dad encircled me with his tight arms, keeping himself from falling and me from going down with him.
Part of my soul wilted and tore downward like the hoya multiflora, shooting off into many
near white stars with yellow tails trailing. My knees followed the line of gravity
as my lungs went


CrackHe crushes her face with the colossal force of his fist, as ifCrack
she was a hanging punching bag. The swings of his blows causing her head to whip back and forth.
The resounding cracks like that of an earthquake, breaking apart
the city landscape. Crumbling bits fall through the gaping strips of asphalt roads that grow
wider within moments. Buildings made of concrete snap apart like shards of glass,
leaving a bloody foundation on the collapsing crowds below as people search through
the remains in
Means a lot to me
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Procrastination will doom us all.
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I'd rather know I was crazy than think I was sane.
~Member of the 3eyes [link] club! Inanely Inspired Insanity~
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Procrastination will doom us all.
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I'd rather know I was crazy than think I was sane.
~Member of the 3eyes [link] club! Inanely Inspired Insanity~
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