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-------- pt.2Let the blood truly know the path of the soul. For it is there you find the seed. Blooming thorns and that fragrant scent of Lilac and Ichor. Like sand twixt point and thumb it escapes. A Mask Cracked and Disfigured, Shades cover. Jade pools of Lies swirl as the left hand raises it's fist to the sky. Molten Pain flowing freely now the barrier is gone, the Barrier held for so long that stood the test of Fermented Abuse and Neglect. A Simple Memory laying amongst the refuse of False Love. Of Jealousy and Wrath. Am I too scared to close my eyes? These words have many meanings and some will choose what they will. They call to me once more with ho -------- pt.2
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Shattered upon the rocks, dormant and restless. Puzzles pulsing in Id tainted Ideas. The pain a ever present reminder. Passing into the crimson dream where beckoned I wander. They call my name and ask my presence of their wishes. Killed by Erosian Arrows, and a Rage tempered by Eons of Regiment. My Mind ever locked from the Huddling Masses. Wept did I as the Pain bled away, and the sickness took hold. As corruption filled me in a Infernal torrent of Shadow. My whole being lost and shattered. Lost in Time, wading, and waiting for the time to give up. To throw in the rags. The shredded remnants. Weeping veins, sleep ------------
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CW Mid-Term SSThunder boomed, skies alight with the clashing of the Titans. Rain whispering as if in mourning as they rushed down from the heavens to console the old man kneeling over the small grave. Sobs drowned yet still appeared, the man was wracked with pain. Not physical mind you, but emotional. It was his fault this patch of soil was now occupied with a loved one. He had been driving his granddaughter home from Sunday school only a week ago. Her small face bubbling over with joy and complacentness that only a child can possess. It was raining then as it is now, clouds safeguarding the Earth against the sun as if it was there to invade. It was defini CW Mid-Term SS
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The IslandMist swirled through the street. Wrapping moist tendrils around the ankles of Timothy. He was lost and all alone within the park. After running away from home, and his drunken father. Heart beating fast, tears flowing faster, he ran. A soft tap-tap-tap echoed as his little sneakers pounded upon the pavement. He didn't know where he was running to, just what he was running from. No more whipping no more cursing, well thats not entirely true he knew where he was going. He was going to "The Island". When he was but a baby his mother told him a story of a place where everyone lived happily ever after, a "utopia" she called it, Whatever that means The Island
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Round 3 perhaps?

Tue Nov 10, 2009, 10:33 PM
.:Roar:.

It's so easy to forget for me. I'm looking to start writing again but it always slips the mind for easier more routine things. Routines are such a strange thing. I sit here bored wondering what I haven't done amongst the myriad of things I do every day and it just blinds me; then for a moment this realization reminiscent of Nike flashes through my mind of Just do something, anything, everything at once. It's a very "whoa" moment.

Anyway guess I'm just saying being lazy is a hard habit to break ^_^ BUT ONE I WILL FURTHER STRIVE TO BREAK REGARDLESS.

Cheers,
Waylon

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