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Urban DreamscapeUrban Dreamscape.
The darkness encompasses the house as i slowly slide open the back door. The freezing wind abruptly bites at my face. I squint my eyes and furrow my brow in response; unamused by old man winter's attempt to cage me inside. Reaching back I pull the hood over my head, completing my white cloth cocoon. I take the first of ten thousand steps I'll take before the sun breaks the horizon. The top layer of snow has crystallized and formed a thin shell of ice, sheltering the snow beneath it. My foot stops briefly on this shell before breaking through to the soft white snow beneath. I raise my arm and wipe the frost from the face of my watch, a cold black 1:00 stares back at me. I circle around the house treading as silently as the hard packed snow will permit. Hurrying across the front yard, I make my escape to the black, cracked, snow laden roads.
The morning, in its infancy, harbors a thick silence. The same silence I spend the majority of my otherwise, noise ridden day, cra
Clueless DesiresThere they are frozen in their own universe entranced in each others mere existence. The girl smiles blushes but tilts her head away from her partner so as to save the embarrassment. The boy does a quirky little half smile and still looks gobsmacked by her presence. They stand off to the side of the dancing masses. Slowly undulating to the beat. Incorporating the music into thier hive mind. But the music falls on deaf ears, the rest of the auditorium doesn't exist.
"What're you staring at?" You're ripped from your observation of the blossoming of teenage love. "Huh?" You reply to your date. It takes your brain a fraction of a second to realize that you had indeed heard the question and didn't need to hear it again. You quickly tack on an earnest enough "Nothing." You date pokes you in the arm playfully "You want to go?" If only they knew. Yet you somehow find yourself mutter an absent minded " Nah, the night is still young." You think they say something but you don't hear it clearly. T
Fluid SanctumMy sanctuary isn't a single location that has meaning to me, no. My place of zen is fluid, because I'm soothed not by a place but by the search for knowledge. So long as I'm attaining new knowledge I feel right at home where I am. Libraries, in the classroom, in my own room, as long as I can scrounge up more information on a topic of interest, I will feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It's this fluidity that is the genius of my sanctuary.
The search for knowledge is an endless quest. New questions will always be packaged with new knowledge, thus creating a perpetual cycle. My sanctuary extends beyond physical bounds, beyond water damage and rust, and fires. The only limitation is time, my time. Which is why I spend so much of my time inside my own bubble, collecting, cataloging, and stashing, this knowledge.
Often times the word knowledge connotes "book learning", formulas, facts, and things of the like. I believe that knowledge is not limited to facts about the outside world,
Teen angsty type bullshitDeep brown eyes
Light olive skin
That's how it draws you in
It follows me
Yet isn't there
It's all knowing glare
It knows me more
Than I know my self
From atop my shelf
It's tried once
To take my life
With venomous words
Not by the knife.
Don't trust it
But you already do
It breaks bonds
But that's nothing new
Your just it's marionette
So fall in line
Join the rest
It's my own fault
It can attest
HomeThe one bedroom apartment is in a state of disarray. Empty cans of cheap beer litter the floor, the peeling walls still reek of piss. The poor state of the environment is matched only by the poorer state of your parents attitude. You finished your bachelors in zoology and had plans that never really panned out. So here you are, back with your parents in the same poverty stricken apartment complex you spent 17 years living in. Maybe there's a job opening at Kroger's. You'll make enough money to find a place of your own, start paying off all the debt you racked up learning about nothing important. Maybe you'll deal a bit on the side to make some real money. Not too many of your mates every got out of this shit hole, why not talk to them, see who's running the game now. Have them put in a good word for you. For now though, you're tired and depressed. You brush off the cigarette butts from the ash stricken sofa and collapse. Welcome home.
Everybody is NobodyEverybody is Nobody
Through the faceless masses I tread
Everything is heard, nothing is said
Everyone worth keeping has long since fled
These people around me are living dead
They say that silence is golden
They can't see silence like I
They don't know what silence is mold'in
They can't hear silence cry
They think silence is heroic
They'd be disappointed, silence is stoic
Silence is transparent
Bounds of social strata
Serving emotion on a silver platta
Silence is loathing
Jesus can't give a poor man clothing
Silence is depression
Abandoned fires of aggression
Silence is pain
The wreckage of a crashed plane
But silence is dope
Silence is hope
Silence is god, Jesus and hell, the pope
Silence is the genesis and revelations
Are you starting to see my summations
Of course not,
Not SurePeople I've met along the path
That tests us all, burning wrath
Nobody will write my epitaph
When I wander, a lost seraph
I've been drifting unknown ages
It's a change from the bar of the cages
You think that you know what rage is
My books gone in the wind, can you find the pages
Who I was, what I seemed to be
My syndical ideology
How only in death was a slave free
Only the whip heard my plea
The past no longer resides in my head
Im quite sure lived longer dead
Memories slip like the blood I bled
At the masters hand, oh how I pled
I feel much better being alone
This vast expanse not a soul know
But I guess i will condone
One eternal exasperated moan
The question remains, what am I
Existing on the fringe of reality
On a razor's edge, the end is nigh
Sitting, questioning my morality
Im not of blood
Yet not of mind
Can't escape realities flood
My company's leaving me behind
I'll be forgotten
Left in the escapades of youth
When found again the corpse will be rotten
Words to describe my time will be uncouth
An endless paradoX
I'm a subconscious deity
To the world, I am NoX
Vesper Meets HarmonyWork, school, work, school. Dream of romance while traveling to one or the other, because that was the only time for it.
It’s not that Vesper considered dating or any kind of social life to be less important than her job and studies; on the contrary, too many lonely nights in her dorm, hugging a body pillow and dreaming of her arms wrapped around someone, had left the foxgirl faunus wondering if she placed too much emphasis on love and was setting herself up for disappointment as reality didn’t live up to her expectations.
It was just that there was so little time and so much else to take care of. She needed the job at the bakery to pay tuition and living expenses, and she needed school to learn about business and the culinary arts so that one day she could run her own bakery. And they both required huge chunks of her day, Vesper being kept so busy that at times it felt like entire weeks were vanishing; Vesper would wake up on Thursday, her only day when she didn’t ha
Lara Croft tg (request)
Craig was your average guy. He had a job, ate shitty food, and was hopeless with the ladies. Also, he loved video games. He had a range of favourite games, so when he saw the newest Tomb Raider pre owned in game, he decided to but it. When he got to the counter though, he stood still. His ex-girlfriend, the woman who he actually had gotten, was behind the counter. To make a long story simple, the breakup was hard. Despite his reluctance, she smiled at him.
“Oh you want to buy this?”
He nodded slowly.
She took the game from him, and picked up a disk on the far back shelf.
“Here you go. Take it, it's free.”
She gave him a strange look.
“Just don't lose.”
Craig, still shocked at seeing his ex, could only nod and smile.
“Tha- Thank you.”
She smiled sweetly, and he left, wanting to forget about her. Soon enough he arrived home, and eagerly put the game into his console. He started it up and eagerly started to play. No
That's Racist My parents had been trying for years to have a child. My birth was a cause of much rejoice.
I lived an average life with two doting parents or at least until that fateful day.
I was 6, when the doctors discovered I could differentiate colors. My parents feared the worst.
My parents along with the doctors tried to teach me to ignore the colors. They tried to teach me that all the colors were the same.
How could you say that the beautiful blue hue of the sky was the same as the fiery red found within the rubies. It only got worse as I got older.
People would claim that everybody was the same. It baffled me beyond belief.
Some people had wheat colored hair and others as dark as midnight.
Once, when I was young I tried to voice this. I tried to tell those around me that everybody was different.
They would have none of it. That was the first time I was called by that name.
MetaphorI'm an owl, seeing what the night withholds from the eyes of the untrained. Perched on my tree driven to see both the allure of the day's light and the atrocities born by night. I refuse to sleep during the darkest hours, to know only of trivial problems, to stoke my own fires of ignorance. I see all during the night. The adulterers and their unbound lust. The murderers and their senseless aggression. The liars and their words of thorn and honey. I see, and do nothing, because I feel nothing. Not for the aggressors nor their victims. I am simply there to watch. To observe and hypothesize. Not to intervene. Is it wrong to think nothing of the travesties I watch? No, it is my nature. Just as it is in the nature of others to plunge forth into that wretched maelstrom. When those brave souls either conquer or are consumed, they may look up and see the faint light of my eyes in the night and know that I saw it all.
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