My Murder story
#1 of 100 word stories i'm adopted, i like it though. my family was nice. i had an older sister, and a baby brother. i'm telling you this because my family is dead.. the killer entered through the back door.
Silence
Within the walls of purest thought it starts to fade away: the words that form the frame to shape my emotions. instead, what's left behind is a concept so fine words cannot hope to capture it's natural purity.
Words Cannot Express
Though words cannot express, i hope this gives you a clue, as to how much i love you.
Psychosis
Top verse and bottom have similar words, just opposite in meaning. tu / voz / _sin acción_ el / luz / _reducción_ _no_ / estas tan / cerca como crees / que / creer.
The Dictators We Call Poets
Tyrants of paper, we crack the whip that is our quill upon words' backs. we command them to become beautiful, to show our pride.
Spoken Word: You Will Never
I'm not a huge fan of poetry or spoken word. but i feel like this is the only way to get my feelings out into the open now a days. it's not like my voice makes much of a difference.
Prompt14
I walk, I talk, I walk. i Past trees, past leafs, past pasts. i I stop, to see. Another me. i He smiled, at me! I smiled. i We walk, we talk, we walk. i Eyes open, no tent, its raining. i Hugging shivers warm, matches are miracles. i We...
A Worriors Word
.** **a warriors word** sitting in a dark room, he softly whispers my name. stalking the endless shadows, i can hear him, but i am blind. deep breathe, take one at a time. lick my lips, predict, where he might strike next.
Acknowledgement
Shem tried to silence his mind, silently repeating the truth, lips dancing slowly and carefully, the weight of the words pressing his skin. "aware or not, the darkness resides. i can push, and in return be pulled. all is quiet.
Moonlight Sonata (reloaded))
Since this also tells a story I'd figure I'd upload it as a story on top of being a journal entry, also contains bad language and adult situations, so readers beware of prying eyes that might be too young for stories like this. Midnight rolls...
Prompt 27 I stoped walking
I walk, I talk, I walk. i Past trees, past leafs, past pasts. i I stop, to see. Another me. i Nothing is said, I walk on Later, him under an apple tree. Rainy night, it's cold, no firelight I see a dim distant flame, Its sheltered...
Words
Conversation The sound of vehicles on the freeway, just close enough to recognize but distant enough to not catch anyone's attention. "So...What do you think happens when you die?" The question slowly filled the air, but was dead in an instant with...