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Enigma

In a Perfect World, I'd be on a dark desert highway, Racing Lambos with my soulmate, And I might be snuggled up in bed, On a cold Autumn night, With my soulmate. But did I explain these are two different soulmates? Both of which have left me. And these exist in different worlds, That I have nearly long forgotten. I ask you to show me your Book of Life, Because I want to know the story you have to share. I rarely show mine, But now my soul has been bared to them all, And all I ask in return is to read your Book of Life. Not so you can go ahead and take comfort in reading the story, And never reading more, Because I'm much more than my B

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Enigma

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Odyssey Into 2012 Chapter Eight

Crossroads of Time Kaylin knew it was all coming down to this. Her versus Darus in an apocolyptic fight for the World. The Light Train stopped in a cobblestone circle, at the center of Five Points - In every direction led a different Season, and one was complete darkness. Kaylin immediately knew what it was - The four scenarios where Jackson would survive, and the darkness represented what the world would be like if Darus won. She was facing a beach of golden dunes, water lapping the shore, soft, calm breezes. Peace. Kaylin took a step forward, but an invisible force prevented her. "You can only watch, not touch." Jackson stood behind he

Odyssey Into 2012 Literature Submissions

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Enigma

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Our Last Stand

Third degree burns, Just came back from the Sun, Scarred and bruised, The worst of it's done, But I shouldn't jinx myself, I still feel the pain, It's not fun feeling the extents of this stain, It's left on my body, my heart, my soul, My brain, it's killing me, let it roll On, I know Love's not a con, but it's starting to feel like one. Will someone out there answer this call? I'm tired of fending for myself against this stall, This wait, I can't take it, my patience grows thin, I'm trying not to let it all out in a din, Someone to show me the way, Be there and take my hand, Show me the affection that I show you, And together

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Odyssey II Chapter One

Thinking Things Over Disgusted by this terrible turn of events, Paul slowly closed his eyes and laid back on his bed, his head sitting comfortably on the soft fabric of the pillow. The darkness that comes with closing your eyes was replaced with the visual of the sporadic movements of the man on the Subway. Paul's eyelids shot open and he was hyperventilating, as if being epileptic could have passed from the man onto him. He tried clearing his mind, closing his eyes once again, thinking of the events that transpired when he was 17 - The woman from Victoria Station. She smirked at him, as if inviting him to come spend the night, but he refu

Odyssey II Literature Submissions

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Odyssey Into 2012 FF - Untitled

Prologue: The Birth of a Leader The streets of Tokyo are filled with the cheers of the New Year. A young man - Tan skin, dressed in a formal business suit - looks out through a glass window to the crowded streets, clenching the hand of his wife who lay in the bed next to him. "It's time," she whispers. She's pregnant, and the woman knows that, with the prevention of one catastrophic event comes the start of another - She's about to give birth. They've been waiting in the Hospital by themselves for days - Even though she didn't feel the pains of pregnancy, she knew, with the coming of 2012, she would have to give birth. The Doctors came

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Enigma by Rooster5man, literature

Enigma

We Move Along by Rooster5man, literature

We Move Along

I'm starting to tire, My mind runs on a clock, And I never have time to think, Or stop, And time keeps moving, Like a train without brakes, Slow through night, And zipping through day, My heart's felt better, Lest I jinx it, But my mind won't function Like it used to. Every day is a learning experience, And all I want to do is sit back, And watch the stars, And feel the warm air around me, And feel the dry sand on my feet, And feel the cool water against my hands, And feel the fire blazing in my veins and in my heart. I want to show these elements to the world, How I'm really a master of the elements on the inside, A force to be reckoned

Yukon by Rooster5man, literature

Yukon

In a cave out West, In a frozen ravine, There lies a body, Weathered and aged, He died of cold, And his jacket tattered, Not like any of this really mattered. To pass the time in his slow death, He'd play Solitaire and conserve his breath, He'd die happy and distracted, as anyone should, He'd die thought to be a Hero as seldom could, His tattered cards in his blistered hands, Felt just like fire being made by man, He kept on playing, ignoring his demise, For soon he'd be playing in the endless skies, The Ace of Spades would keep him sharp, The Ace of Hearts would be his tarp, The Ace of Clubs would show him his past, The Ace of Diamonds

Who Watches the Watchmen? by Rooster5man, literature

Who Watches the Watchmen?

I could stitch together songs to help you understand, Like Let it Be, Carry on, my Wayward Son, Suicide is Painless, And many other songs with beautiful lyrics, But I want to find something that calls out to all of us, While still retaining originality, And that's where my problem lies. No one watches the Watchmen, We watch ourselves and we watch you, We watch, And wait, And live, And die, And no one cares. No one cares to hear the sounds of the puddles splashing upwards after a thunderstorm, No one cares to watch the sun rise after a long walk filled with regret, No one cares to say the simple words of "I Love You" to the one they love un

The Classic Heartbreak by Rooster5man, literature

The Classic Heartbreak

I've had the thought that the Boulevard of Broken Dreams runs deep, The size of the Vegas strip, running through my mind, Where sits the Home of the Blues, The Heartbreak Hotel on Lonely Street, And the Hotel California farther down the Strip, And all these places bind us together. We can find a dusty wedding chapel, A funeral parlor, And a long shadow casts an eternal dusk across the town. Misery loves company. And the memories dance in the courtyard, And we can never leave the Boulevard. Van Gogh has said The Sadness will last forever, But I've never believed it. The sadness doesn't last forever, The monuments dedicated to the sadness

The Little Things by Rooster5man, literature

The Little Things

My words like fleeting memories. I talk so much about the words, And where to find them, I stay up late at night thinking over this, Getting little sleep, Feeling empty inside, And I wonder how it got to this. I see all the beauty around me, Fleeting, And soon replaced, Like my memories. How can I make sense of nonsense? That's all it is. Forrest Gump taught me, Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I'm looking for meaning in th

The Words I seek cannot be found by Rooster5man, literature

The Words I seek cannot be found

Constant Deja Vu, A fear of waking up to the sound of a loud alarm, The constant ticking, Keeping me up until 5 AM, And thus I set off, There will hopefully be peace when I am done, But my work hasn't yet started, Call it irony when the High School bullies you think have changed, Have only worsened, and are suffering the swift fate of justice, Call it irony when their brother died for his country, And you believe them to be guided to follow his moral code, When only they become ensnared in a disgusting act of violence, And my perceptions change, That these noble men who live in the footsteps of their brother, Have only tarnished his image

Untitled Prologue: Magical Mystery Tour by Rooster5man, literature

Untitled Prologue: Magical Mystery Tour

The incessant ticking of the clock. He drowns himself in it, and remembers. Everything. The thoughts fly by too fast, but he still remembers the dream. His left arm is at a 45 degree angle towards him, palm facing him, and the green strips of ribbon cascade in a spiral around his arm, starting from his wrist halfway down to his elbow. Inside the two border strips are purple diamonds. He can't make sense of why this image pops into his mind. The clock on the wall and his alarm clock tick simulatenously. Incessant. (The Master and his drums.) Everything else drowns out, and it always comes back to the clock. Another hour, another day, an

I'm not the Heartbreaker by Rooster5man, literature

I'm not the Heartbreaker

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. I'm the Heartbroken. Everytime. Even when I find there's a problem, I try to look past it, And there it goes, Sneaking up past me, Everytime. How am I supposed to come back? If you truly loved, you wouldn't let them go. If you tell them you don't love them, then they're free to go. Why should they stay? And why do I feel guilty? I'm the victim. I was given my notice. And I moved on. Sort of. I don't even know what to call what I'm doing anymore. But I know for a fact I'm not coming back. I have no reason to. Come back and watch it unfold on me a second ti

Things Better Left Unsaid by Rooster5man, literature

Things Better Left Unsaid

I repeat the things in my head simultaneously, It's usually several things at once, And that's how I got here. I've come down with a case of humanity. It involves headaches, nausea, heart pains and sighs, Rage and memory loss, Being unable to speak. And so I write, Without knowing what to write, And I say, Without knowing what to say, And I think, Without knowing what to think. Anymore, at least. If I ever knew how to do any of these. But these things are better left unsaid, Because the blame's put on me for these things, And not anyone else. I'm given a thousand burdens and can only handle one or two at the most. Life's a great burden