a sad zombie apocalypse dream.i must warn you, this is not a happy dream.a sad zombie apocalypse dream.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
this is not a nightmare, but it is not a happy dream.
as soon as i woke up, i grabbed a paper and pen to write everything down, these are the results.
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-the clifford crew was together.(what my group of friends and i call ourselves) it was the zombie apocalypse. me, austin, james, carlos, bryan p, leroy, and aria were together at some sort of park, fighting off zombies with improvised weapons to get to our escape van. we barely succeeded, and we drove to our safe spot, which was a large fenced off area, packed with survivors, very near our city. nicole and most of our parents were there,
:'Ci am grateful to have my great Grandmother, but sadly; she is starting to pass away. My whole family and i know she will die, but not suffering, but peacefully. I am really thankful that i got to know her for the last 18 years of my life; She was born in 1920 and has lived through every possible history plot; Roaring 20's, the depression, WWII, Korean war, Cold war, JFK assassination and etc. I will miss her truly, she was and still in through my eyes the best Great Grandmother i have ever seen, But she will be reunited with her husband at the gates of Heaven; But new life comes into my family as My cousin's wife is going to have a baby very soon; the new beginning of an end. for all you who know me, watch me, like or whatever else, thank you for being here for me and i hope you will still be here with me when she passes peacefully.if you all read this thank you for being here for me.:'C1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The World Is Ugly, But You're Beautiful To MeThere was something in the way he spoke.The World Is Ugly, But You're Beautiful To Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like something was hidden deep within each word
that managed to escape his trembling lips.
A pain so deep,
earth shatteringly strong,
like at any moment his body would give out,
and he'd fall to the ground.
The weight of the world
finally weighing him down,
drowning him in an ocean of misery.
His voice shook
But he stood strong,
if anything a bit worn at the edges,
but he refused to fall.
With each pained word,
his strength disintegrated,
and the real pain began to surface
in his heartbroken eyes.
Life was a struggle,
life had drug him around,
beat him down,
And all he had left now,
were his trembling,