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The blanket of night falls over the land
Tucked in by the warmth of the fleeting evening
Little gleaming lights curiously peek in
to watch over the death of an old day
The grass rustling in the wind slowly cools
And the birds have all returned home
The vermilions, violets, and burning yellows dotting the fields
all settle to a calm blue, enshrouded in darkness
I pull my weary body into bed and extinguish the yellow light
My thoughts dance like autumn leaves in the whistling wind
And under the pure light of the brimming moon
Everything melts quietly into its place
To await rebirth
Tucked in by the warmth of the fleeting evening
Little gleaming lights curiously peek in
to watch over the death of an old day
The grass rustling in the wind slowly cools
And the birds have all returned home
The vermilions, violets, and burning yellows dotting the fields
all settle to a calm blue, enshrouded in darkness
I pull my weary body into bed and extinguish the yellow light
My thoughts dance like autumn leaves in the whistling wind
And under the pure light of the brimming moon
Everything melts quietly into its place
To await rebirth
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Nightmare Forest
Welcome to the Forest? Are you ready to live or die?
Located in an unknown dimension, lies the Forest. Despite this name, the majority of it's landscape actually resembles a large mansion, although this is of little importance.
What actually matters are the things that inhabit it. Any creature from any nightmare. imaginable, some unimaginable. And they're hunting. For you.
Choose your weapon, choose a side. The battle of Hell is beginning.
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Home.
Home.
As a kid, my house was noisy. At least.. that was one way to put it.
You could here the loud pangs of the pots and pans from the kitchen while my mother was cooking dinner.
You could hear the slow but steady melody of my sister tickling the ivories on her piano, but most of the time battering the keys indignantly, because she couldn't quite get the right notes.
You could hear the the resilience of my brothers basketball slamming the pavement; even from the inside of the house.
You could hear the ear piercing creaking sounds my cousins made when they scampered up the stairs.
All that and more.
I craved a place where I could sit for hour
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Home
Dear you
You probably don't know
I wrote about you yesterday
and the day before that.
But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher
I saw you left a lil bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home.
Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around.
I woke up this morning with a
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On line 7, is the word "burnings" supposed to be "burning?"
I like this, it flows well (no speed bumps). It is a highly visual poem, the kind I like best, and it is peaceful, almost sleepy, but in a good way.
I like this, it flows well (no speed bumps). It is a highly visual poem, the kind I like best, and it is peaceful, almost sleepy, but in a good way.