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Burn for the sake of nothing I am nothing but a face long forgotten in the passage of time.Burn for the sake of nothing by ~shano1321
Lost and so alone.
Fires burn where there were once embers of hate.
Molten is my core.
The only thing that keeps me warm.
For the sun hides from me.
Behind amaranth clouds.
And endless mist.
So I walk.
Until I can see no end nor beginning.
Looking back and only seeing the shadow of my deeds.
An endless play of things best forgotten.
Showing morbid thoughts that is myself.
Not hidden by a veil.
Laugh at their attempts to feed my despair.
Only to heat my core.
Turn to my true path.
See for the first time a breach.
The sun looking down at me.
Filling me with warmth
Who am I I don't know who I was, but I know who I'll be.Who am I by ~shano1321
I am being born, I will exit the womb soon and 10 seconds afterwards the midwife will see if my lungs work.
In two months time I'll be named, mother decides that my first name shall be Isaac, father wants me to have his last name, Goodwell. The cold water makes me cry.
I am six months old and my first words are heard, "Mama" and "Papa". Mother cries and father is overwhelmed with joy. Father dies two days after.
I am six years old and I begin in preschool, I meet her for the first time, she will be my best friend and she'll be my downfall. We draw with crayons the first day.
I am
The sound of an end Tick TockThe sound of an end by ~shano1321
The clock sang it’s never changing tune. I was captured in this prison, I didn’t want to escape, not yet, the gift from my brother was my only company, weird how the being least affected by it would be fascinated by clocks.
Tick Tock
I was chained, each part of my body was chained, hands in the air chained to giant obelisks, chains forged by gods to be the most powerful. Certainly they’ve kept me entrapped, but only because I didn’t want to escape. For eons I hadn’t moved, didn’t need to, the clock dangling on my chest, chains cold to my skin, informed me that I didn’t need to, yet.
Tic
Pandemonium Static came from the radio when Conrad changed the channel, it was his third day on this delivery, the static suddenly stopped and was exchanged with the salvation of ACDC’s “Highway to Hell”. It was the third day of nonstop driving. And Conrad was soon home, just this last delivery. After three days in the truck he was becoming tired of driving and just wanted to go home, find his snugglepuff and fall asleep in her arms. He was only two crossroads away from his destination there was green light and everything seemed to go smoothly, but then a pedestrian began his march.Pandemonium by ~shano1321
I walked out; only on the third step a thou
Sta.sh
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Sorry for my English ^O^
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"...we live in darkness, just out of their sight...in the sounds they cannot hear...in the colors they cannot see...where they are not...we are grey shadows across the boy's shirt...the racing clouds...the pools of darkness..."
- William S. Burroughs
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- Freedom , Freedom to Palestine.
Song For Gaza
We will not go down- [link]
-Death To Zionist
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Will kick ass for food.
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May Chaos change you life and Order guard your home.
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...If only that sky would crumble and fall
I could fly to anywhere... [link]
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..pay it forward..
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe. - Albert Einstein
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May Chaos change you life and Order guard your home.