LandadumSweet scent in airLandadum by Marionettilapsi
smell of lifeless life
to already numb face
When you can't feel anything else
Bitter taste on tongue
hypochondria on everyone's heart
on corners of other people
waiting new beginning
when you don't own your own life
you take at least an imaginary one.
Free 100 Point Raffle!Free 100 Point Raffle! by Sarilain
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Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look Like by InterrogateMe
I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the stars
and I think, maybe they don't shine for us.
Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,
I'm important and I can do good."
Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,
just the way we use them to search for our home across the ocean
and for a new world
and for something other than dead sea.
Maybe they're afraid of burning out
just like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendships
and maybe they think they're not good enough
that they could have been better,
that they could have been a sun or a planet
but they missed their opportunity.
I wonder if the stars live in cliques,
or if those constellations are their family members,
and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parents
or run away from home
or write about it?
I bet the stars live like us,
but what would I know?
I'm just a dead girl from the grave,
and I haven't seen a star in decades.
The Fox and The FrogThe Fox and The Frog by Airanke
“Stay back!” Astra snarled, backing up further into the alley. To her chagrin it was a dead end, and left her little to no escape from the ‘mons that were ahead of her.
A Medicham and Drowzee approached slowly, both wearing menacing grins, as they looked the Braixen over. The two shot glances at each other and then turned their gazes back to Astra who bared her fangs and snarled viciously.
“You know I bet some witch hunters would pay a pretty fortune for an infamous Witch like you,” snickered the Medicham, as he shifted his arms to his waist, “a pretty price for a pretty witch,” he commented with a laugh, which was accompanied by the Drowzee’s.
“Keep your crummy hands to yourselves! I’m warning you!” Astra spat. She moved back, still relying on her trusty staff for balance.
“You’re surprisingly good at running away for having to use a crutch, too bad you’re no where
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Sonnet XXIX: An endingThe world bent towards the end I would have writtenSonnet XXIX: An ending by williamszm
then like a harp-string snapped—the twisted threads
unwound, and all sprung back to what we had been
now I am gutted—and you, I think, are dead.
What use are harps when vaunting horns of silver
proclaim the world has ended; what for me
is left amongst the ruin and raging rivers
of blood and ash, and every tie cut free?
And yet—when your song wound through empty halls
and through your melodies all was reclaimed
I loved it then; that strain; its dying fall--
but tunes are lost, and only words remain.
Yes, only words remain. I cannot write
the wonder in your song—the world alight.