Fork in the RoadI float on the streets that are emptyFork in the Road
take the path that the wind only knows Tonight is the last time that I'll ever be here
Marie Digby’s wistful song cooed in Indiana’s ears a she ran towards the almost deserted motel parking lot like a runaway street urchin .The air was getting chilly as the bruised twilight sky was slowly turning into bluish black colour. The remaining stench from the burn out of the tires, leftover cigarette butts and the unpainted walls were still mocking at her senses even though the saloon was now few feet away from the point where she was now lingering.
Selfishly, she
hopeEighteen revolutionsEighteen Revolutions...Eighteen revolutions
The mobile phone screeched its mono syllabic melody,echoing its buzzing vibration on the surface area of the flimsy wooden bureau behind my head. Groggily, i stretched my pallid arms , forming an invisible angle above my head as I grabbed for the alarming device. The screen was lined with blue and white toolbar; the pixel-ated clock was screaming for me to wake up . Its another day to kill , another set of 24 hours to conquer and seize before my white dwarfish fingers might fail again to capture most of the sands of time before it ends up in another slumber; a hibernation for the next sunrise. I gaz
in the parking lotMy mind was swirling with endless thoughts as we walked towards the parking lot. The air was cold and bleak as the bruised twilight sky was slowly turning into bluish black colour. The stench of burn out tires, leftover cigarette butts and the unpainted walls were mocking at my senses. Selfishly, I did not care. All I care was that neon banners were emitting some sort of a pulsating heat towards me. Or so I thought it did. Maybe I could not accept the fact that as he held me so close as we strolled, I was painted with warmth all over. Like a little ceramic teacup, I was so scared that I might shatter for the next minute or two.in the parking lot
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The Art of LoveHere I am, on the moon that is devastated by silence. There are stars filling every which way, dazzling my mere pupils. The only company is my mind, wondering, why was I put here. I am more alone than ever before, lonesome as the moon itself. I hover about and reach my hands outward, wishing a shooting star will whisk me away. Sweet madness, the stars collide and form a spectrum of blinding bright colors. A beautiful falling star is directed towards me. It hits me and I awake upon it, frozen in space. There are friends with her, trillions and more. Why do I, a nobody, get to witness this.The Art of Love
A poem for Ms. Sylvia PlathA poem for Ms. Sylvia Plath ~by Mikeke MouseA poem for Ms. Sylvia Plath
Crisp and moldable, the paper mocks me sitting in its steel cage waiting to be more than just nothingness This linguistic canvas should be, would be, mine to explore, mine to be free and purge. They’ve sat me down in this sterile-white room trying to force me to open myself. To peel myself away like a ripe orange only soft like a peach. They think I can just pull my soul out of my head with tweezers and punch it through onto this page; but it’s not that easy. It takes more than just keys and an ink ribbon. I need images floating through my brain
A Leaf's JourneyJust as the wind blows, A silent touch, time slows, Swiftly, the leaf rose, To the heavens, it goes.A Leaf's Journey
In the midst of its fall No one can hear the leaf's call. Effectually it sores, so it shall, Jauntily towards the wall.
And as it would have hit the brick, She caught the leaf in a flick. Threw it inside a plastic. Inarticulately, it felt weak.
N one could understand it. Each moment, in every bit, Just when it thought it's end of it. A warm touch held it out its pit.
She put it in front of her book. The leaf felt a
The Bell Jar
i browsed through your gallery and find your works so amazing...
keep it up!!!...
??:what's the name in my poem?
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Spread the legs and go at it! Pick any of your friends and FUCK THEM! This is for any one you think is hot!
RULES:
1- You can fuck the person who fucked you, of course.
2- You can fuck the same person as many times as you can (c'mon, ENDURANCE)! Be creative!*
3- You -MUST- spread the sex! At least 1 fuck is fine and dandy!
4- You should fuck in public! Be adventurous, damn it. Paste it on their user page so they feel slutty!
5- Random sex is perfectly okay!
6- Please, don't worry about same gender fucking, it's HOT.
7- You should most definitely get started fuckin' right away!
This is about showing everyone how much you care for them and HOW BAD YOU WANT THEIR ASS! Make everyone feel a little loved (and roughed up!). Please don't take this too personally, BUT I JUST FUCKED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
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F.U.C.K
Stands For:
Friends U Can Keep.
So promise me
we'll F.U.C.K forever! Send this to 10 people & 1 back to me. To know who your true [link] are
""9,675,000,000 people in this world && yet i ended up with your crazy ass as a friend?Damn,Im lucky!-lol-Send this to everyone you love.
Get 1 back-ppl feel sorry for you
Get 2 back-You have a couple true friends
Get 3 back-You aight
Get 4 back-Your loved
Get 5 back-Your adored
Get 6r more-Damn your a celebrity
haha XD
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Say cheese
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