Burning Memories
Scars trail up my neck
from the remnents of your past lips
marks twisting at my throat
binding and suffocating me
my lips chapped and dry
from the unspoken words
so carelessly kept from you
my body burning,
scalding me
with the memory of your arms
once wrapped around me
I am lost without you
my very soul
disappearing into nothing
except for the last memory
of your touch
In my world of Imagination
Without hate or discrimination
It would be me, all alone
in my world of vine and stone
There I would walk, through sacred ground
Without disturbance or any sound
Walking among the holy caves
ancient stones, for ancient graves
Through the bushes I barely see
A labyrinth of vine, stone, and tree
Run to the opening of the elaborate maze
Walk through and wander for endless days
True, be forever lost
Every magic, some cost
But this is the world of imagination
Without hate and discrimination
The cleansing Process by TheHalfCastMoon, literature
Literature
The cleansing Process
Upon the Earth
Came a great and terrible storm
Unexplainable by all
Even the most experienced scientists
It was a dark black hole
Floating forebodingly in the once blue sky
Now stained crimson from the storm
It's mere presence
Put pain into the heart's mediocre feeling
And putting to death
The unfortunate souls
Who were completely surrounded by pain
Or some kind of hate
And so the black hole continued to stay
Devouring everyone
From the inside out
Eating away at their souls
That had some sort of hate or guilt
One by one
People of all ages
Young and old fell silently to the ground
Their eyes still wide op
Why no updates: The Epic by TheHalfCastMoon, literature
Literature
Why no updates: The Epic
oh well you see I was coming downstairs to put it on the scanner when I saw a little box in the corner. Of course being me I go over to it with mere curiosity. I stoop down to it's level and ask what seems to be troubling his cube-like existence. As soon as I finished my sentence he rocketed up and and did some crazy kung foo action at me. He then took my drawings, ran to your house, and jumped right into your drawing as you were scanning it. As you can see he is waving my drawings in mockery of me. The little buggah.
And that is the epic tale of why I haven't updated yet.
Why no updates: The Epic by TheHalfCastMoon, literature
Literature
Why no updates: The Epic
oh well you see I was coming downstairs to put it on the scanner when I saw a little box in the corner. Of course being me I go over to it with mere curiosity. I stoop down to it's level and ask what seems to be troubling his cube-like existence. As soon as I finished my sentence he rocketed up and and did some crazy kung foo action at me. He then took my drawings, ran to your house, and jumped right into your drawing as you were scanning it. As you can see he is waving my drawings in mockery of me. The little buggah.
And that is the epic tale of why I haven't updated yet.
The cleansing Process by TheHalfCastMoon, literature
Literature
The cleansing Process
Upon the Earth
Came a great and terrible storm
Unexplainable by all
Even the most experienced scientists
It was a dark black hole
Floating forebodingly in the once blue sky
Now stained crimson from the storm
It's mere presence
Put pain into the heart's mediocre feeling
And putting to death
The unfortunate souls
Who were completely surrounded by pain
Or some kind of hate
And so the black hole continued to stay
Devouring everyone
From the inside out
Eating away at their souls
That had some sort of hate or guilt
One by one
People of all ages
Young and old fell silently to the ground
Their eyes still wide op
In my world of Imagination
Without hate or discrimination
It would be me, all alone
in my world of vine and stone
There I would walk, through sacred ground
Without disturbance or any sound
Walking among the holy caves
ancient stones, for ancient graves
Through the bushes I barely see
A labyrinth of vine, stone, and tree
Run to the opening of the elaborate maze
Walk through and wander for endless days
True, be forever lost
Every magic, some cost
But this is the world of imagination
Without hate and discrimination
um happy holidays because I don't feel like saying all the holidays
Oh yes new poetry coming, not too exciting but oh well. Inspired due to new laptop.
wooooooooooo
GUESS WHATTTTT
I have been a vegetarian for 2 years
so happy
joiiinnnnn meeeee
hehe
I'm am converting my friends
woooo
nooo meattttt
um well that's life
I need to submit stuff indeed I should
anyway happy halloween!!!
have fun oding on candy
:O