

Winter in My HeartThe softly falling petals land making pink almost white dots on the otherwise dark brown earthWinter in My Heart
it is springtime outside love floats gently through the air affecting the many couples walking through the park
inside me it is winter there is snow falling in my head creating a frigid white landscape void of color
I can only wait hope that springtime will reach me before the cold of winter freezes my heart forever


A City's Sacrifice“Corrin of the Scarheart Tribe, you are hereby sentenced to death by the Tribal Council of the City.”A City's Sacrifice
Corrin only looked at the seven people in front of her with disinterest. These people had once been her friends and rivals. She had served on the Council with them, but that was when she was the leader of the Scarheart Tribe, the fiercest tribe in the City. Now her friends were her judges, and they had given the order to kill her.
“Take the prisoner to her cell. All her requests are denied. We can’t waste goods on a corpse.”
Two tall teenage boys, their faces painted with their tribe’s symbol, grab


Screaming SilenceI sit among the sea of voices Telling me one thing or another. Right or wrong, who knows? One opinion or another Which mask do I choose. Do I please or tease? Who can I anger? Is there any truth? Scream! Scream so loud, I drown the voices out. There’s still one left. It’s small, A whisper. It grows louder within the scream. I understand the words. I recognize the voice; It’s mine. A whisper in a scream. Do I have to keep screaming to hear my voice? I stop screaming. The other voices are silent. They’re ready to hScreaming Silence


Anti-Social ButterflyHiding in the crowd Blind to plain sight, She walks the crowded halls Alone, not as a real person might.Anti-Social Butterfly
Lonely is she, Without a friend to care. Masks, she sees, are put on and off. With jaded eyes, she stares.
She watches friends and lovers
Who’ll forget each other in time. She stands outside it all And watches as it passes her by.
Will she have any regrets When her time is done? Will she look back Wondering where was the fun?
I know I’m small, not pretty, Hard to see, easy to pass by. Loneliness is my clo


H2OFey mist suspended on breathless air, the whispered steam of secrets fair. Soft clovered banks where trysts were kept. Where once we laughed whilst willows wept. Our pebble thrown for ripples bright, they start so strong and end so slight. In time water washes all away tears of silver or rivers grey.H2O
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Do I look like a fuckin' people person?
well hello there
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Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are half-wits. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our pictures for a few francs
- Manifeste cannibale dada
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