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Oh, This Burning Sun

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Oh, This Burning Sun

I stare in wonder at the beast emerging from the faces of above. I stare in envy. Jealousy clouds my motivation to fly beyond all else, towards that burning sun. Towards that young, burning sun. Oh, towards that burning sun. Envy blinds my thoughts, my life, my legacy. The legacy I will never completely fulfill. Legacies emit from behind the angels and their shielded wings. Under lies their ground. Under lies our failures. Decades worth of enhancement breach what my soul relies upon, an acting desire to be authority. To be dream. My flaming calls combust my heart. My foundation. My burning foundation. A child looks at my mirror. They desir

Turquoise

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Turquoise

I looked down at what was placed in my hands. A small, silver and glass chain stared back at me, the rays of sunlight reflecting on it from the window in a hypnotic shine, enslaving my focus on the blue gem within. “It’s a necklace, with a birthstone.” they said. “Turquoise. Your December.” Silence. I looked up from the Persian gem with a silent breath. The air smelled of a foreign sense, like that of an expensive perfume, yet I had never experienced it’s replenishing effect until now. “It is said to be the oldest stone held by man, that it relaxes the owner’s thoughts... and keeps it’s w

Kill

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Kill

I stand amidst blue eyes. Hearts, flowers, life, tower around my soles. Creation obeys my pattern. Unending hills in the cliffsides of my sights' peak silence my dreams, blinding my imagination's capacity. Blinding my livlihood's achievments. Blinding me. Wind throws growth off coarse. I feel the cold air stain my scars. I feel the life dissipate through my eyes and arms. Never-ending hate drowns my guilt, proving the impossible to be impossible. Ice, fire, gravel wounds me. Their wounds fuel what remain. You stand amidst brown eyes. Ashes, thorns, death, tower around your souls. Creation obeys your pattern.

The River {also WIP}

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The River {also WIP}

Collapsed remains of mighty stones stand amidst the horrors before the end. Continuous inaudible screams of insanity emit from an endless, shallow river, flowing across both ends of the world, beyond sight, beyond reason. The velvet skies, filled with threats of approaching storms, trapped in a constant cycle of disownment, its thunder clashing against the roars of scarring streams. The countless dead search lanterns' light for fulfillment within their dry, silent hearts, their mindsets shattered from the howls of their brothers' lasting breaths. Gravel shores, crushed towers, -- eternally paralyzed remains plant the field of acid, fueling th

This, We Could Not Have Imagined {WIP}

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This, We Could Not Have Imagined {WIP}

Cold winds shadow the sounds of crashing ice. The frozen sky is cleared of its color, replaced with brightened lights of distant stars, hoarding their views of the infinite darkness. The ground hides beneath a floor of endless, white snow, questionably stained with ageless rust, reaching out towards the edges of sight. Mountains, old and curved, steal the horizons away from view, reaching for the heat it slowly drifts from. Fields of ice and sand drench the grounds, building over what they were destined to be, and what they will be again in countless years to come.   Beyond ravines and countless cliff sides, cold geysers erupt from the su

Oh, This Burning Sun

O

Oh, This Burning Sun

I stare in wonder at the beast emerging from the faces of above. I stare in envy. Jealousy clouds my motivation to fly beyond all else, towards that burning sun. Towards that young, burning sun. Oh, towards that burning sun. Envy blinds my thoughts, my life, my legacy. The legacy I will never completely fulfill. Legacies emit from behind the angels and their shielded wings. Under lies their ground. Under lies our failures. Decades worth of enhancement breach what my soul relies upon, an acting desire to be authority. To be dream. My flaming calls combust my heart. My foundation. My burning foundation. A child looks at my mirror. They desir

Turquoise

T

Turquoise

I looked down at what was placed in my hands. A small, silver and glass chain stared back at me, the rays of sunlight reflecting on it from the window in a hypnotic shine, enslaving my focus on the blue gem within. “It’s a necklace, with a birthstone.” they said. “Turquoise. Your December.” Silence. I looked up from the Persian gem with a silent breath. The air smelled of a foreign sense, like that of an expensive perfume, yet I had never experienced it’s replenishing effect until now. “It is said to be the oldest stone held by man, that it relaxes the owner’s thoughts... and keeps it’s w

Kill

K

Kill

I stand amidst blue eyes. Hearts, flowers, life, tower around my soles. Creation obeys my pattern. Unending hills in the cliffsides of my sights' peak silence my dreams, blinding my imagination's capacity. Blinding my livlihood's achievments. Blinding me. Wind throws growth off coarse. I feel the cold air stain my scars. I feel the life dissipate through my eyes and arms. Never-ending hate drowns my guilt, proving the impossible to be impossible. Ice, fire, gravel wounds me. Their wounds fuel what remain. You stand amidst brown eyes. Ashes, thorns, death, tower around your souls. Creation obeys your pattern.

The River {also WIP}

T

The River {also WIP}

Collapsed remains of mighty stones stand amidst the horrors before the end. Continuous inaudible screams of insanity emit from an endless, shallow river, flowing across both ends of the world, beyond sight, beyond reason. The velvet skies, filled with threats of approaching storms, trapped in a constant cycle of disownment, its thunder clashing against the roars of scarring streams. The countless dead search lanterns' light for fulfillment within their dry, silent hearts, their mindsets shattered from the howls of their brothers' lasting breaths. Gravel shores, crushed towers, -- eternally paralyzed remains plant the field of acid, fueling th

This, We Could Not Have Imagined {WIP}

T

This, We Could Not Have Imagined {WIP}

Cold winds shadow the sounds of crashing ice. The frozen sky is cleared of its color, replaced with brightened lights of distant stars, hoarding their views of the infinite darkness. The ground hides beneath a floor of endless, white snow, questionably stained with ageless rust, reaching out towards the edges of sight. Mountains, old and curved, steal the horizons away from view, reaching for the heat it slowly drifts from. Fields of ice and sand drench the grounds, building over what they were destined to be, and what they will be again in countless years to come.   Beyond ravines and countless cliff sides, cold geysers erupt from the su
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