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Shadows of WhalesWhat I wanted to say was that I remembered the clouds,More Like This
that I watched them paint shadows across the ground,
giant birds of prey gliding across the aether - whales,
lost in a different sea, to float
white and pregnant
with all the sounds of things; thundering out
threats of the sky, sounds full of fury
and the disease that catches you off guard
"Open your door. I must come in."
what I wanted to say was that the echoes are the same
that the pulses of sound are just pieces of the original
instead of slightly dimmer copies
every one a herald
of the silence, soon to come.
I wanted to say things that, maybe, you'd listen to -
that sort of alab
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The
What's in a name? sixIntroductions:More Like This
She couldn't move an inch. She could barely breath. His fingers pressed in on her, squeezing her tightly in the giant fist.
His hand was warm and made Robin very hot. She was sweating like mad. She wanted to scream and scream and scream as she was slowly dragged out from under the heavy coat and into the light.
"Let go let go let GO!" She shrieked as she tried to free her arm. If she could just get her claws out…
*
Derrick was at a bit of a loss. He didn't know what to say really. He was holding this squirming little… person in his hand, who was screaming at him. He felt a little disconcerted. But then he remembered how mu
Blue RoseThis feeling...More Like This
How to describe something that makes all else so fleeting?
A seed took root in the deepest fibers of my being,
and now has bloomed, sealing my fate; doomed.
Tis the kind of infatuation that leaves you lying awake at night;
your thoughts consumed by memories
of someone you feverishly wish you knew.
The sleepless nights transition into wakeless days
where you are little more than a shell,
dreaming of someone so close - and yet so far.
Tis the kind of thoughts that leave you questioning
how you will hold on to your sanity,
or indeed, whether you have already lost it. Are you
crazily insane or insanely crazy?
For all the comfo
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