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Dinosaurs crawl from the sludge and rock to feed on the innocent, skeletons glowing in the sun, no prey to be found so they crumple again to the ground and dig into the darkness. Broken engines, floating in space, a fluttering echo in the abyss. Astral spiders cling to the surface and crawl in the wires, observing the undead inside floating and dreaming; a dense fog fills the vessel, the navigation controls strain to avoid impact, unaware that the engineers can’t respond. The spiders explore and grow, feeding and dieing. Crash, dessert planet, the spiders fly away, bored of fun. The dinosaurs still don’t wake up; the mountains b

Over the mountain I see the sun setting, the rays of orange and magenta piercing the frail and wispy clouds. The spring wind rushes by my face, and I can smell memories, they come to me in short clips as if from an old VHS camera, broken lines, static and a bluish tinge: cigarettes, long drives, hiking, no restrictions; just as now, yet different. I crinkle my toes in the grass, let the last rays of the sun engulf me and pretend they are familiar arms. Over this mountain; in these trees my spirit flows; waiting for my body to find it.

In the shadows cold, untouched by memories old, a beast peeks out; bold.

Slaves become Kings in a trial of fire. The broken become respected in velvet attire. Uniforms to greet them all, endless faces, Places! Places!! Everyone assume positions, The deck of life has five aces. Destruction of purity in federal petitions, attrition. America, hysteria.

The arrow soars, climbing into the air. An ocean scented wind flows through my hair. The cataclysm in front of me breeds fresh flowers. Music plays in my ears, memories. I listen to it, eyes closed by the sea for hours. The arrow descends; shot by my enemies. I open my eyes as it pierces my heart. Cupid’s missile splits my soul apart.

She weakens my bones to ash, My soul immolates in a flash. My fortune had run out, My life is in limbo. Our love was just a clash, A war of hopeless romance. My reflection displays our love, Sadness, over and over, pain, Your mind was always the same, Maybe you were never the one to blame. I change everyday, awkward. Broken by day, desolate by night; I would rather burn my awards, Than cherish your praise surrounded in light. I am defiled as a human, My only cure is a gun. Your sarcastic love ripped me asunder, I doubt I can find another. My friends are gone, I left them for to long, But at least you’re in the pit you belong. I cry myse

Things come to an end. Everything is renewed. Begin again friend.

Rainbows after a strong rain, paint the sky. Grey turns to hope, the clouds no longer cry. Bonfires lit and singing begins, Celebrations of blue and rays of sun. Fires and dancing, absolves my sins. Rainbows like life, full of different colors. Red for the passion felt for a lover. Orange for the warmth of your hearts fire, Yellow for joy you hoped would never tire. Green for sickness and your shame, Blue for the sadness coming to an end, Indigo for the sorcery of the one to blame. Violet the royalty of your freedom, and the path to mend. Colors blend together, forming right and true, Perfection is not real, Only hope to be renewed, And ble